Gina Pt. 03 - The Vacation Begins!

3:00 a. m. Right on cue, the blaring alarm tone I'd set on my phone--the same one that dragged me out of bed every morning for work--went off. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. As much as I loved vacation, flying this early meant getting up in the middle of the night. I sat up, swung my legs out of bed, and rubbed my eyes. Standing up, I shuffled to the closet, grabbed one of my long tees, and slipped it on. I've always been a morning grump, and at this hour, nothing happens without coffee! Still half-asleep, I opened my door, but before heading to the kitchen, I wanted to wake Junior.

I cracked his door open slightly and said softly, "Junior, time to get up." No response.

So, I padded into his room, knelt on his bed with one knee, and leaned over him. I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake. "Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up."

He mumbled something, then turned toward me, opening his eyes. "Morning, Mom," he said with a smile. But that smile wasn't just for the morning--it was more for the view he had. Since I was leaning forward, he had a straight shot down my shirt, right between my hanging breasts.

I met his gaze, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and pushed myself back up. "You've dreamed enough--out of bed," I said with a smile. I stood up and turned to leave, adding over my shoulder, "I'll get your coffee going too."

Five minutes later, Junior joined me in the kitchen. He'd thrown on a baggy tee, but his shorts were still tented with a noticeable bulge. "If I were you, I'd take care of that campsite before you have your coffee," I teased with a grin.

He got the hint immediately, turned around, and came back to the kitchen a short while later. "Couldn't you have booked a later flight? This has to violate the Geneva Conventions, getting up this early," he grumbled, taking his first sip of coffee.

I gave him a sympathetic look and said, "Well, then I'll just fly solo next time--you can sleep in."

"Never ever," he grinned back. "You think I'd miss out on watching you in those hot bikinis? I'd never get to see that otherwise. Plus, I've got to keep an eye on you, so you don't fall for some random guy."

I choked on my coffee, coughing up a sip that splattered right onto my long tee. Dominic added with a smirk, "And the way you handle coffee, I'll probably have to help you wash up and change three times a day."

I stood up, shaking my head. "What have I brought into this world? My own son getting turned on by his mom." I playfully cupped my breasts, pushing them up a bit for effect. "Since this shirt's a mess, I might as well shower now. We shouldn't dawdle--the taxi's picking us up at 5 a. m."

I grabbed some underwear from my bedroom and took it to the shower, getting ready without any rush. After 25 minutes, when I left the bathroom, I called out to my son, "Bathroom's free--you can go in now." As I heard Dominic start his shower from my bedroom, I quickly put my suitcase on the bed. There was something I hadn't packed yesterday that absolutely had to come along. Tomorrow was Dominic's 18th birthday. Since he loved photography and his camera had died last year, I'd decided to get him a digital DSLR as a gift. He'd be thrilled about that.

I also wanted to pack my two "pleasure helpers," but I didn't want Junior catching on. He'd probably figured out I had a vibrator, but he didn't need to know I often wore Ben Wa balls too. I used them at home when he was hovering around, leaving me no time to take care of myself. When the urge hit, I'd slip away to the basement under the pretense of doing laundry. Of course, I always kept an ear out if he followed me to sneak a peek. By then, I was usually so close that it didn't take long to get myself off to cloud nine.

With everything packed, I zipped up the suitcase and finished getting dressed. I opted for comfy sweatpants and a shirt. I did put on a bra but skipped the panties. No one would know, and I liked doing that. At home, I never wore underwear. For my top, I chose a super tight shirt, but threw a flannel over it, knotting it at my waist. Sure, it emphasized my chest even more, but my 38D boobs were already hard to miss. Once I was dressed, I headed back to the kitchen and poured myself a fresh cup of coffee.

Twenty minutes later, my son joined me in the kitchen. When he saw my outfit, he let out a quick whistle. "So, you're taking your old mom like this?" I asked him.

"WOW," was his first reaction, followed by, "Hell yeah, you look hot." Apparently, I'd nailed my son's taste. He'd gone for a tracksuit--shorts and a jacket over it. We both loved flying comfortably and agreed you didn't need to dress up for a flight. While I washed our coffee mugs, Junior took care of feeding our two little beasts. They were just regular house cats, but they didn't mess around when it came to food. Sandra would look after them while we were on vacation.

Just before 5 a. m., the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find our taxi driver. We grabbed our suitcases, locked up the house, and climbed into the taxi, both of us sitting in the back. On the way to the airport, I told my son his hands were off my suitcase from now on. He obviously knew I'd packed his birthday gift.

He'd been trying to figure out what he was getting for his big day for weeks. But, cheeky as ever, he grinned at me and said--loud enough for the driver to hear--"Mom! That's too much information. I don't need to know what sex toys you packed. You can overdo the vacation relaxation, you know." I'd already noticed the driver's constant glances in the rearview mirror since the ride started, but now I could practically see his imagination running wild.

I punched Junior lightly on the arm and said, "One more crack like that, and you can walk to Cancún--got it?" I raised my eyebrow in that exaggerated way I usually reserved for when I meant business.

Dominic shot back with, "Great, now I'll have to wear sweaters the whole trip to hide the bruises." We both grinned at each other. After about 30 minutes, we pulled up to the airport. For this hour, it was already buzzing with activity. Our check-in counter was busy, but after another 20 minutes, we had our boarding passes, and our suitcases were on their way to the plane. To kill the remaining two hours before takeoff, we decided on a cozy breakfast.

We chatted about all sorts of things when I noticed something missing from Junior. "Hey, did you forget your headphones? Weren't you picking them up from Curt yesterday?"

Dominic suddenly got nervous, stammering, "Uh... he wasn't home... well, he was there, but he didn't have time."

Question marks popped up in my eyes. My son was acting like I'd caught him doing something he shouldn't. "What do you mean, no time? Handing over headphones doesn't take hours," I replied, confused.

"He just didn't have time," he stuttered back, now a bit annoyed.

"Junior, spill it--what's going on? Did you guys fight?" I asked, looking at him more firmly. He kept his eyes on his plate and shook his head. "Hello, Earth to Dominic, can you please tell me what's up and look at me when I'm talking to you?" I pressed.

He looked up, his face mirroring the look he'd had yesterday after I'd slapped him unfairly. "I don't want to talk about it," he said defiantly, standing up and heading toward the restrooms.

Well, this vacation's off to a fantastic start, I thought to myself. After 10 minutes, he returned. I wasn't letting it go--I needed to know what was bothering him. "Dominic, I can tell something's making you uncomfortable, and you know you can talk to me about anything. So, what's going on?"

He met my gaze and answered stubbornly, "I caught him fucking."

I couldn't believe my ears and asked, "What do you mean, you caught him fucking?"

He stared at me for a long moment before continuing. "Well, I knew he should've been home, and the Parkers' doorbell has been broken for weeks. So, like always, I went around to the sunroom. Just as I turned the corner, I saw him fucking Claire. I backed off right away."

It took a second for it to sink in. Curt was Claire Parker's son. She was a 45-year-old woman, a long-time friend of mine, married to Thomas Parker, with their daughter Danielle. "You're telling me Curt was screwing his mom?" I asked, a bit stunned.

"Yeah, and not just that," he replied.

"What do you mean, not just that?" I pressed.

"About a foot away, Danielle was sucking off her dad, Thomas. Any more questions?"

I sat there with my mouth open, speechless. Of course, my mind instantly conjured images. Claire was a slim woman, about 5'7", with short black hair. I'd guess her bra size at a 34B. She never dressed provocatively when I visited, and even now, she didn't strike me as particularly flirty--usually jeans, a blouse, and a bra. Her daughter, though, was way more daring. Danielle often lounged around in just panties and a tee when we were over, earning regular scoldings from Claire, who'd make her throw on sweatpants. At 20, two years older than her brother Curt, she was the typical rebellious teen, clearly enjoying teasing Curt and Dominic without ever letting them close.

And the two guys--Curt and Thomas--always undressed me with their eyes during visits. Claire would subtly nudge them about staring at my chest, but I never imagined things got this wild at their place. Soon, it clicked why Dominic was so rattled. Total sensory overload. First, he catches his best friend screwing his mom, then sees the daughter blowing her dad, all in one go. Then he comes home to find his own mom masturbating on his bed. No wonder he was horny as hell. And to top it off, I'd slapped him unfairly. Out of sheer curiosity, I wanted to dig deeper, but I knew he was too overwhelmed for that right now.

So, I did what I thought was best--changed the subject. I grabbed my purse and said, "Let's see if we can find you some headphones at one of the shops. Otherwise, you'll have to talk to me the whole trip."

My son's smile returned instantly. As I stood up, I noticed my nipples had hardened again, pressing against my shirt. Dominic caught it, grinning without a word. We got up and headed off to look for headphones.

Just as we reached our gate, the ground crew announced boarding. My son proudly wore his new headphones--paid for by me--and said, "Thanks, Mom, but let's keep this between us. I don't want Curt or his folks getting in trouble."

I smiled back and replied, "All good, Junior. Let's enjoy our vacation first, and we'll figure the rest out later."

The 4-hour flight to Cancún went smoothly. Junior sat with his eyes closed, letting his phone blast 80s and 90s hits, while his earlier words replayed in my mind. I was sure he'd relieved some serious pressure last night. But I also knew he wouldn't just forget those scenes--they'd probably fuel his fantasies whenever he got horny.

A wild idea started forming in me. To pull it off, I'd need to talk to Kathy, the hotel owner. I'd known her as long as I'd been vacationing here. Her parents moved to Cancún in the early '70s and bought the hotel, long before the big travel companies snatched up the properties.

Kathy was born there too. At 50, she was a bit older than me. I first visited this hotel after my breakup with my ex, when Dominic was 7. I just wanted to unwind, and I was grateful Kathy ensured Dominic was well taken care of during the day. That gave me plenty of time to sort out my own thoughts. Since then, Dominic and I have visited her every year together, and our friendship grew. Last year, while we were there, we talked about Dominic's 18th birthday, which I insisted on celebrating here. We brainstormed ideas to make it a special day for him. Over the last four weeks, we'd video-chatted frequently from my office to plan various details for his birthday, keeping it all under wraps from him.

But after yesterday's and today's events, I had an extra idea--though I wasn't sure if it could even be pulled off. I was thinking of gifting Dominic a striptease. Of course, I wouldn't be the main act--that would be someone local. And it would need to happen in a private area, not a public show for all the guests. Since I couldn't do anything about it on the plane, I leaned back, pulled out my outdated MP3 player, and enjoyed some music. We landed at the Cancún airport right on time. Passport control took over an hour, and as we exited the terminal, a hotel driver was waiting with a sign bearing our names.

When we asked why we had a car, he said, "Mrs. Kathy insisted on it." He loaded our suitcases and bags into the trunk while we settled into the limo. After about 15 minutes, we reached the hotel. For a moment, I savored the warm, fresh air outside.

Dominic was already heading to the lobby when he called back, "Mom, you've got the next two weeks for sun--let's check in already, I want to hit the beach!"

We stepped into the lobby and spotted the reception desk to the left, empty for the moment as the other passengers from our flight waited for their shuttle. Just as a friendly man was about to greet us, a young woman emerged from the office door to the right. I recognized her instantly--it was Jennifer, Kathy's daughter.

Jennifer wasn't just Kathy's daughter; she also had a twin brother named Justin. Kathy was married to Miguel, a Mexican man, but both kids were from a steamy fling with a tourist Kathy had back in the day. Jennifer and Justin were both 26, and they'd never met their biological father. Jennifer spotted me and rushed over. "Hey, Gina, so glad you're finally here!" After hugging me, she wrapped her arms around Dominic. "Well, big guy, you just keep growing--how's it feel to be almost grown up?" She pressed her chest against him, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do with his arms.

Clearing his throat, he replied, "If you keep squeezing me like that, I might not make it--guess you'll have strangled me first." Laughter broke out all around.

It was obvious he felt awkward with Jennifer's enthusiasm, but his body told a different story. Before anyone else noticed, Jennifer said something in Spanish to the man and turned back to us. "Mom's got everything set up--hang on, I'll grab your keys, and we'll handle the paperwork tonight. You're probably starving after hitting the beach." Another call from Jennifer, and within seconds, a bellhop appeared to take our luggage.

I'll say she's got her crew under control, I thought. The four of them had the hotel running like a well-oiled machine, each with their roles. Kathy handled contracts, upgrades, and the hotel's dining, while Jennifer managed reception and room service. Justin oversaw the spa and entertainment, and Miguel took care of tech, repairs, and the hotel's fleet. Of course, they had plenty of staff to support them.

The hotel boasted over 400 rooms and was hugely popular among German-speaking tourists. With skill and a great team, they'd even survived the pandemic. Now, fully booked again, the four were doing everything to make guests feel as comfortable as possible. "Is Kathy around?" I asked Jennifer.

"No, she won't be back at the hotel until later this afternoon. She's got an important meeting with a tour operator in Cancún who wants to do business with us. I need to run too, but we'll see you tonight--you're invited to dinner with us," Jennifer replied before disappearing back into her office.

Our bungalow was tucked away from the main building and other accommodations, but right next to Kathy's house, also on the hotel grounds. Since getting to know Kathy and her family, we'd always been given this cozy cottage. It featured two huge rooms--one upstairs, one downstairs--each with a spacious bathroom. The lower level had a small garden enclosed by hedges, while the upper floor boasted a large balcony.

I always preferred the upstairs rooms for the stunning sea view from the balcony. When we finally reached our room, tipped the bellhop, and I flopped onto the bed, I forgot--yet again--how soft the mattresses were here.

Suddenly, Dominic piped up. "Mom, uh... where's the second bed?"

I sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the second bed that had been here last year was gone. I also noticed the room had changed a bit overall. "I'll sort it out with Kathy later," I said to him. "They can bring in another bed."

"Oh, I'd be fine sharing with you, Mom," Dominic said with that cocky grin again.

"You just want another chance to grope my tits," I said, feigning outrage. "That'll be the day. With everything that's happened lately, you might just pounce on me next."

"Alright, Mom, I get it--it was just a joke," he backpedaled.

To ease the tension right away, I said, "Okay, let's grab swimsuits and towels and hit the beach! That's why we're here, after all."

Dominic had already set his suitcase on the table and was unzipping it. Smartly, he'd packed his stuff on top and didn't need long to find what he wanted before ducking into the bathroom, leaving me still working on opening my suitcase.

I quickly found my stuff too and stashed Dominic's gift in my nightstand. A short while later, I'd dug out my beach gear and started packing the essentials for the shore. When Dominic emerged from the bathroom in just long shorts and a tee, I had the beach bag ready and just needed to change. I briefly debated which bikini to wear and instinctively grabbed the one Junior had used for his "fun" the other day. It wasn't until I was in the bathroom, stripping down, that I realized my choice. I smiled, thinking, I should really pay closer attention to his reaction this time.

I slipped off my clothes and put on the bikini. When I opened the door, Dominic's eyes were on me. "Taking me to the beach like this?" I asked with a playful wink.

You could practically see him scrambling for words. He must've recognized the bikini. I could imagine the thoughts racing through his head. Does it look that bad? Maybe I shouldn't have gone so skimpy--it can barely hold my girls.

Junior found his voice: "Well, as long as you're not playing beach volleyball, I don't see a problem with them. Though it might be the other guys on the beach who are in danger. That top sure makes a statement."

"Yeah, I can tell--you can't even close your mouth!" I quipped. I reached into my suitcase, pulled out my black beach dress, and slipped it on. "Better now?" I asked.

He gave me a teasing look and said, "Not if you know what's hiding underneath."

"Well, Junior, you'll just have to get used to the view while I'm sunbathing. I see the real trouble coming from you!" I nodded toward the bulge starting to show in his shorts. I grabbed our bag, turned, and left the room. With that, we headed to the beach.

The shore was packed, and we scanned for a couple of free lounge chairs. Suddenly, we spotted a beach boy waving us over. He'd clearly caught our searching looks and had found two open chairs smack in the middle of the crowd. Junior and I gave him a small tip, thanked him warmly, and started settling in. As I shed my beach dress, Dominic leaned in and whispered, "Mom, you're the main attraction right now. I think every guy's staring at you."

I glanced around, and sure enough, more than a few eyes were on me. One guy got a subtle nudge from his wife, reminding him that staring was a home privilege too. It didn't bother me--I was used to men checking out my body before their gaze reached my face. I had two pretty convincing arguments that always drew attention first.

"Come on, let's hit the water," I said to my son. "I heard it's about 85°F," I added.

We made our way to the deeper water and started swimming. "This is amazing," my son said. "I don't think I'm getting out of here."

"Well, better watch out or you'll grow webbed feet--then they'll just call you IRON DUCK!" I burst out laughing.

My son was on me in an instant, trying to dunk me, and he succeeded. Gasping for air as I surfaced, he hugged me from behind around the waist, laughing. "As Iron Duck, I've got an edge. If I cling to you, I won't sink--those balloons of yours give us so much buoyancy, we're unsinkable." In a flash, I felt his hands slide up to my breasts. "Plus, they're perfect to hold onto," he added. It was like a jolt of electricity, paralyzing me for a moment.

I quickly glanced around to see if anyone nearby might be watching. We had a safe distance, and no one seemed to notice. I tried to push him off to break free, and I managed it--though his fingers caught the edge of my bikini top. The momentum yanked it down from my breasts. I felt it the second the fabric brushed over my nipples. Instinctively, I spun to face him, standing about a yard away. The water level was just below my chest, leaving my breasts fully visible to my son. His gaze locked onto them instantly.

Before I could say a word, he grinned at me. "Personally, I'd enjoy the view, but you know topless is a no-go here."

I was momentarily speechless at his cheeky boldness. "You little perv," I shot back, feigning outrage. "You expose your mom in public and think it's funny."

Dominic glanced around before replying, "Public? There's no one out here for miles. But if it bothers you..." He reached for my top without hesitation, grabbing the edge and trying to pull it back over my breasts. His fingers brushed my nipples, which started to harden.

He felt it and cheekily added, "Seems like they love the fresh air, but if they get any bigger, I'm doomed to wrestle them back in."

My son's audacity caught me off guard. Sure, we were open and goofed around a lot, even when it got a bit risqué, but he'd never been this bold before.

I swatted his hands away and said, "Hands off!" I carefully pulled the cups away one by one and expertly maneuvered my breasts back into place. Then I adjusted them under the cups, checking the fit, and told Dominic, "You've got a lot to learn--this is how it's done." I deliberately presented my chest to him, my nipples now pressing through the fabric but decently covered.

"Alright, I'm heading to sunbathe and enjoy the afternoon. And from what I can see, you're staying in the water a bit longer," I said.

He looked at me quizzically. I nodded toward the obvious bulge in his shorts, visible through the crystal-clear water, and added, "If you come out like that, we'll be kicked out of the hotel on the spot." I turned and strolled toward the pier, walking leisurely back to our lounge chairs. When I arrived, two Tequila Sunrises--my favorite--were waiting, unordered. I glanced around, and a beach boy from the bar, who'd been serving drinks all day, waved at me.

I dried off, took a sip from the glass, and settled onto my lounge chair. I skipped changing and let the bikini air-dry. I rubbed sunscreen on my front, and soon after, I dozed off in the sun.

I don't know how long I'd dozed when someone gently shook my shoulder. "Mom, the head chef just passed by and said grilled chicken needs regular flipping, or it gets inedible," Dominic said.

I opened my eyes, but the sunlight was too blinding. I reached into my beach bag, pulled out my sunglasses, and slipped them on. Then I looked at my boy.

"I thought you liked it crispy!" I added. We were back to our silly banter.

Dominic gave me a thorough once-over and said, "Crispy, yes--wrinkled, not so much."

Glancing at my watch, I realized I'd nodded off for about an hour. It was now 4:30 p. m.

Dominic asked if I'd join him in the water again, but I declined, saying I had other plans. I told him to go alone--I wanted to discuss his birthday with Kathy. I slipped my beach dress back on, gave Junior a kiss on the forehead, and said, "See you upstairs in the room." Then I headed from the beach toward the main building.

On the way, I treated myself to a quick coffee and asked the receptionist about Kathy. He recognized me from my regular visits and said she should be back by now--I should try her house. So, I strolled back toward our bungalow, since Kathy's place was right next door. Before heading to her house, I stopped by our room to drop off the bag I'd brought from the beach.

Since my bikini had dried on my skin, I decided against changing and made my way to Kathy's. After years of dinner invites, I knew the layout. Her house was surrounded by tall hedges, completely shielding it from hotel guests. We'd thrown a party or two there before, and Kathy had once given us a tour of her little kingdom. She and her family had built a self-sufficient haven. The basement housed a party room with a sauna, hot tub, and massage studio, plus a gym area. The ground floor featured a massive dining-living space with two small offices, while the bedrooms were upstairs.

I entered her garden and opened the front door. "Kathy?" I called, but there were no sounds or responses. I peeked into the two offices, but she wasn't there. Maybe she'd taken a wellness break, I thought. Deciding to check the basement, I descended the stairs and heard two voices from the massage studio.

As I got closer, I recognized Jennifer's and Justin's voices. "Little bro, you're the best masseur. Only you can work out my knots so I'm pain-free again," Jennifer said. Justin was indeed a skilled masseur--I'd let him work me over once or twice during past trips, always in the guest wellness area. Though he clearly appreciated my physical assets, he stayed professional, never making a move. I'd noticed a bulge in his pants after those sessions, but he always hid it well. It never bothered me--if I got upset every time a guy popped a hard-on around me, I'd be hoarse daily. Even if he'd tried hitting on me, I probably would've gone for it.

Justin was a fit young guy, popular with female guests, and I was sure his job led to a fling or two. All that bare skin couldn't leave him unaffected.

Reaching the massage studio, I peeked around the door but saw only a privacy screen. They hadn't noticed me. I was about to turn back to avoid interrupting when I heard Justin say, "So, sis, how can I spoil you today?"

She giggled and said, "Well, I'll leave that to the pro today--you know best what feels good for me."

I risked a quick peek through a slit between the panels, and everything looked as expected. Jennifer lay face down on a massage table, her top half bare, with a towel draped over her hips. She seemed utterly relaxed. Justin stood beside her in shorts and a tee, reaching for a tube that looked like oil.

He rubbed the oil between his hands before touching Jennifer's back, spreading it across her shoulders and down her spine. As he moved, the towel over her hips slid lower, and he started working her buttocks into the massage too.

"Hey, bro, I don't have knots down there," came her indignant reply.

He kept going anyway, saying, "Didn't you say to leave it to the pro who knows what's good for you?"

Jennifer lifted her head slightly, glancing back. "The emphasis is on WHAT FEELS GOOD FOR ME, not what feels good for YOU."

Justin was back at her shoulders, but his hands soon drifted south again. When he reached her ass, he extended his index finger, slowly tracing it down her cleft.

"Little bro... Uhhhh," was all Jennifer managed before her legs parted slightly, as if by instinct. I stared, transfixed, through the narrow gap. Since she was positioned with her legs toward me, I had a direct view between them, revealing her shaved pussy.

I watched as her brother circled her tight hole with his finger, drawing a soft moan from her. "Looks like I know what you like--sounds like it too," he teased.

His finger slid lower as she moaned again. "You horny goat, you know exactly how to unwind me." Then he eased a finger into her pussy, eliciting another moan. I stood mesmerized, just five yards away.

I knew it was wrong and shameful to watch, but it turned me on immensely. Too bad the slit was so small. Through my dress, I slipped a hand between my legs to tease my pussy.

Suddenly, Jennifer flipped onto her back, spread her legs, and ran a hand through her slit. "If you want to do me a favor, lick my peach."

She offered him her wet finger, which he licked without hesitation. "So, my sis wants her peach licked..." He spread her folds with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. "... and what's in it for me?" he added.

When he teased her clit with his finger, Jennifer dropped back onto the table with a groan: "Oh fuck..."

"That sounds tempting, and I'll take you up on it, but I've got a better idea to start. How about a 69 again?" He grabbed her arm, pulling her up. "We've got space on that gym mat over there."

She yanked his shirt off in one swift move, and they seemed perfectly in sync. He dropped his shorts and boxers, and Jennifer grabbed his cock, tugging him toward the mat. "Come here, little bro." She pushed him down and stroked his shaft a couple of times before straddling him reverse-style. "Now show me if your tongue's as good as your hands."

I couldn't see the details, but her sudden moan suggested his tongue had found her core. Like a puppet, she leaned forward, bracing on her arms, and wrapped her lips around his tip.

My bikini bottoms were soaked, and my hand worked its way under my dress to touch my pussy directly. Their sounds--a mix of moans and wet smacks--filled the air.

Just as my fingers slipped under my bikini, a hand clamped firmly over my mouth. I froze in shock, feeling a breath at my ear before a whisper came: "Getting you hot? Didn't peg you as a voyeur."

In a split second, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and panic surged. Shit!! I've been caught! I tensed up completely. I'd always known my voyeuristic streak might land me in trouble one day.

Then I caught a whiff of perfume--distinctly feminine. Neither Justin nor Jennifer noticed a thing, too wrapped up in getting each other off.

I tried to turn my head and caught a glimpse of Kathy from the corner of my eye. Relief washed over me for a split second, but panic surged back. She'd caught me watching her kids have sex. Yet, she was smiling. She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling me to stay quiet, then removed her hand from my mouth. I silently mouthed her name.

She nodded, grinning, and whispered, "It always gets me hot when I catch those two." Her hand slid between my legs, resting on mine, still tucked inside my bottoms. A shiver ran through me, but I couldn't make a sound.

Her finger traced through my folds, then she pulled it out, slipping it into her mouth and sucking it like a popsicle.

"Come on, let them have their fun," she whispered, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. I followed in a daze, trying to process what had just happened. Instead of stopping on the ground floor as I'd expected, she pulled me up to the first floor, into her bedroom. She closed the door and locked it behind us.

I turned to her, about to speak, when she wrapped me in a hug and kissed me. My head spun. I tried to pull back from her lips, managing it briefly, and she took the chance to say, "We can talk later. Seeing you spying down there got me so turned on."

Her lips were on mine again, her tongue eagerly seeking mine. My mind raced, processing what was happening, but my body reacted faster. Hesitantly, I parted my lips, and our tongues began a heated dance.

As we kissed, she started sliding my beach dress off my shoulders, peeling it away slowly. Arousal surged in me, pushing the panic aside. My hands moved to her back, inching her dress open bit by bit, mirroring her actions.

She broke the kiss, gazing deep into my eyes. Without words, I could tell she was asking if this was okay. I gave her a slight nod, and I saw her uncertainty shift to pure lust. She began kissing down my neck, expertly untying my bikini top as she went. She slipped it off, letting my breasts settle naturally. Her lips traveled lower, over my shoulders to my chest. I stood still, letting her take the lead. She teased my nipples with her tongue, making them harden instantly, while her hands slipped into my bottoms, sliding them over my hips and down my legs.

At the same time, her hand dipped between my thighs, and she nibbled lightly on my nipples. I sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out with a loud, "Ahhhhhhhh."

Kathy rose to meet my gaze, kissing me again before giving me a gentle push. I fell back onto her bed. As I looked at her, she stripped off her own panties and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Noticing my stare, she slowly turned in a circle. Facing me again, she cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly, and said, "Not quite your size, but they should do for some fun."

Kathy was slim and athletic, about 132 pounds, I'd guess, and at 5'9", quite a bit taller than me. As I now know, she's a 36B. She was cleanly shaved, just like me. I propped myself up on the bed, just enough to reach for her hands and pull her gently toward me. She glided onto me, our breasts pressing together, and we started kissing again without a word. I ran my hands down her back to her ass, stroking her softly, making her purr. Moments later, she propped herself up on her arms and began kissing her way down my body. Each touch of her lips sent a small electric jolt through me. It had been over two years since my last sexual encounter with a woman.

I'd never been one to claim sex was better with a man or a woman--there were definitely differences in the intensity of the sensations. With the young studs, I loved it when they fucked me hard and let loose, but with a woman, I savored the slow, tender buildup into a lustful frenzy.

Kathy's tongue traced between my cleavage before her lips returned to my nipples. As she teased them, I noticed her shifting so one of my legs rested between her thighs. She knelt up, rubbing her pussy against my thigh while her hands roamed over my breasts and stomach.

She breathed into my ear, "I never thought we'd end up in bed, though last year at the party, when things got wild, I almost made a move."

I smiled at her and said, "I probably wouldn't have resisted."

Her breathing quickened, and I felt her wetness coating my thigh.

I ran my hands along her arms and asked, "What would you like now?" She looked shy after my question and went back to playing with my nipples. A little strained, I added, "So, these don't just turn guys on?"

"It's not your breasts exactly--your nipples have always fascinated me. They're big and get so hard. I noticed last year when they poked through your top," she replied almost timidly. "You seem to go braless a lot too." She started twirling them between her thumb and finger, drawing a moan from me.

"Oh yeah, they can please women too," I laughed.

Kathy looked at me curiously, and I realized I'd need to take the lead. She didn't seem to have much experience with women. "Want to try it?" I asked with a raised brow.

She nodded. We switched positions--she lay on her back on the bed, and I climbed off to kneel in front. Her legs hung over the edge. I parted her thighs slightly and moved closer. I kissed the insides of her thighs, nearing her wet center. I gave her clit a quick lick, eliciting a moan, then lifted my right breast, brushing my hard nipple slowly up through her folds. A long, drawn-out "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" escaped her. Instinctively, she reached down, spreading her lips wide for me.

I seized the moment, running my nipple over her clit, back and forth. "What are you doooinggggg..." she gasped.

"I told you, my girls here aren't just for guys," I teased.

I pulled my breast back, and she protested, "Don't stop--that's driving me wild."

I licked through her slit once before saying, "Oh, we can go deeper, Kathy." I circled her entrance with my finger.

Just as she started to ask how, I slid a finger deep inside, making her buck her hips toward me. I crawled over her, meeting her gaze, and said, "Spanish isn't just for men, you know." She might lack experience, but she caught my meaning fast. She grabbed my arms, flipping me, so I landed on my back in the middle of the bed, with her above me.

She took my nipples between her fingers again, pulling and twisting them. I moaned, "Oooohhhhh... I think they're hard enough now."

She knelt over my stomach and inched her hips higher, positioning her wet pussy directly over one of my nipples. Slowly, she lowered herself, and I felt her start to rock back and forth, my nipple grazing her slit.

As her juices coated my nipple, I moaned, grabbed her ass, and pressed her down harder. "Go deeper--that'll intensify it for you." She increased the pressure without breaking her rhythm.

I felt my nipple slide along her folds, dipping briefly into her hole each time. She reached between her thighs, rubbing her clit intensely. "Ahhhhh... this is getting me so hot, Gina," she gasped.

I lifted my head, watching her rub her clit with her middle finger. Kathy slowed her hips, keeping my nipple just at her entrance. She pressed her wet pussy harder against it, and I felt my nipple slowly slip inside her. She repeated the motion several times, her moans becoming choppy.

She arched her back, focusing on the sensation of my nipple sliding in and out. With my arms pinned by her legs, I was helpless to move, it turned me on immensely to see her so lost in pleasure. As she let my nipple glide into her again, she moaned loudly, "Gina, this is so ahhhhhhh..." Suddenly, she climbed off and crawled over me in reverse. She slid her hips back, positioning her pussy right in front of my face. "Please lick me--I can't take it much longer." I extended my tongue but couldn't quite reach her.

Now that my hands had some freedom, I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer. My tongue slid through her folds. She rocked her body back and forth, letting me lick along her entire slit. I reached for her clit with my fingers, circling it. When I touched it, she burst out, "Gina, lick my pussy--I can't hold out much longer. You're driving me crazy." I intensified my tongue play, focusing on both her holes.

I teased both with my tongue. As I licked around her tight hole, I felt her hand on my pussy. She parted my lips with her fingers, her tongue flicking over my clit. A wave of pleasure shot through me, and I pressed my tongue against her rim, pushing inside.

Her reaction was a long, sharp inhale through her nose. She wrapped her lips around my clit, sucking deeply. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," I gasped. Driven by lust, I started working her pussy with my tongue, plunging it as deep as I could into her channel, swirling it inside. We pushed each other further into ecstasy, the room filled with our moans and gasps.

Our orgasms were imminent. As I grazed her clit with my fingernail, she sucked my clit hard, lightly grazing it with her teeth and tugging. "Ohhhh fuck... I'm there," I cried. Our climaxes hit almost simultaneously. We pressed our pussies against each other's faces one last time, letting the wave of pleasure overtake us.

As our orgasms subsided and our breathing steadied, Kathy climbed off me and lay by my side. She hugged me, kissing me softly, and I eagerly kissed her back. Then she lifted her head, looked at me, and laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"I probably should've greeted my guest with a hello first. But I guess I got carried away," she said.

"I noticed," I replied with a smirk. "But I didn't mind the welcome," I added, kissing her again.

Relief washed over her, seeing my easy reaction. "When I saw you standing there with your hand in your panties, I couldn't help myself. Watching Justin get Jennifer all worked up didn't help either."

"They're not new to this, are they?" I asked.

Kathy looked sheepish and said, "They've been screwing for years--I only found out about a year ago."

"And what does Miguel think about it?" I asked, pressing further.

I noticed Kathy hesitate before replying, "Miguel left me shortly after your last visit. He met a wealthy French woman here, and when I caught them in the act, she apparently offered to take him to France. Three days later, he was gone. No discussion, no explanation. I only found out because a friend who works at the airport called and said he saw him boarding a plane with another woman."

"What a jerk!" I blurted out.

"Yeah, it hit me hard for a while, but I'm over it now. To get back to your question--after Miguel left, those two got careless. I caught them just like you did in the massage studio, screwing each other's brains out."

"Wow," I said instinctively.

"I reacted the same way you did--got totally turned on by it," she admitted.

"Do they know you know?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me, kissed me, and said, "Yes, they do. Jennifer caught me spying once, and when she got me alone, she brought it up." Then Kathy glanced at the clock and said, "Ugh, it's that late already? I've got a meeting soon. Let's talk more tonight--you're invited to dinner." She rolled out of bed, gathered her underwear, and headed out of the room. Before leaving, she turned back, smiled, and said, "Thanks for earlier--that was so hot. See you at 8 p. m." She blew me a kiss and disappeared toward the bathroom.

I was a bit thrown away by her sudden departure, but Kathy had other responsibilities. I didn't get the chance to ask about Junior's extra surprise or confirm if our original plans were still on, but I could bring it up tonight. I got up and slowly dressed again.

Then I headed to our nearby room. When I walked in, Junior was lying on the bed, watching a movie on his tablet. He was just in shorts, his chest bare--at least he wasn't jerking off. When he saw me, he took off his headphones and said, "Another ten minutes, and I would've filed a missing person report. Where were you so long?"

"Kathy and I got caught up chatting," I said briefly. I couldn't exactly tell him what had happened. "Besides, we're not in a rush--we're invited to their place for dinner at 8, so we don't need to hit the restaurant. I'm going to take a quick shower; you can keep watching."

"Sounds good," he replied, putting his headphones back on.

I went to my still-unpacked suitcase, grabbed a pair of denim shorts, a tee, and some underwear, and headed to the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Dominic was watching what I pulled out, even though he pretended to be focused on his movie.

I stepped into the bathroom, locked the door, and undressed. Standing under the shower, I let the water cascade over me, replaying my encounter with Kathy in my mind. I never thought she'd be bi, but the surprise made it even hotter. I was tempted to touch myself again but decided against it. I didn't want to risk getting Junior worked up--these hotel doors were far from soundproof. Still, I savored washing Kathy's juices off my thighs with a sponge, where she'd rubbed herself earlier.

In my mind, I hoped for a more intense encore with her soon, which sent a tingle through me. You insatiable minx, I thought, deciding to step out of the shower before I got carried away. I dried off thoroughly with a towel and was slipping on my panties when there was a knock at the door.

"Mom, I don't want to rush you, but I've got an urgent need that can't wait much longer," Dominic called.

"Give me a sec," I replied. I wanted to at least get my bra on. Moments later, I unlocked and opened the door. Dominic's eyes roamed over my body. I raised an arm, gesturing him in with the other hand. "Close your mouth and go pee before you make a mess," I said with a grin, stepping out.

He went in, closed the door, and soon I heard the trickle. I waited outside, expecting him to flush and come out so I could finish my hair. But nothing happened. After a bit, I asked, "Junior, taking longer? I wasn't done, as you probably noticed."

Right away, I heard the flush, then the door unlocked, and Junior stepped out. "Can't even pee in peace around here," he muttered, shaking his head as he passed me.

I let his comment slide and went back in, standing at the mirror. I grabbed the hairdryer and started drying my hair. Glancing in the mirror, I noticed my bikini top and bottoms were now separated on the counter.

I smirked. If I hadn't reacted, my son probably would've jerked off again--likely sniffing my bottoms. I felt a little bad for him, but I knew I had to give him space to relieve his pressure. Once I finished in the bathroom, I started unpacking my suitcase and told Dominic to do the same since we had time before heading to Kathy's.

With that done, we decided to grab a drink at the beach bar. I kept catching Dominic scanning my body. We clinked glasses, and suddenly he asked, "Mom, quick question--does our three-wishes deal still apply this year?"

I was caught off guard. I started the three-wishes rule when he was around 8, after my ex was out of the picture. It meant he got three wishes within the 24 hours of his birthday--on top of his gifts, he could ask for three things he wanted to do or small items he'd like. Back then, it was stuff like a movie outing or a trip to the year-round amusement park in our city, where he'd wish for rides like the roller coaster or treats to snack on. The last time we'd used the rule was his 14th birthday. He, hadn't brought it up since.

I looked at him, a bit confused, and asked, "Where'd that come from?"

He shrugged and said, "It just popped into my head."

"Oh, just popped into your head, huh? Don't you think you're a bit old for that?" I countered.

"Come on, Mom, I only turn 18 once, then I'm an adult," he pleaded, turning on his puppy-dog eyes with a drawn-out "Pleeeease."

My gut told me this wasn't a good idea. For some reason, I sensed his wishes might lean toward something sexual. "Alright," I conceded. "But we've got some special rules. First, nothing where you can touch me! Second, I can veto a wish--it won't count as used. Third, no one can know about the wishes!"

As I finished, it hit me--I might've just planted the idea. Before I could backtrack, he held out his glass and said, "Deal, let's toast to it."

No turning back now. We clinked glasses, and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Before he could say more, I cut in, "We should head to Kathy's place soon." "Thanks, Mom," Junior said, taking my hand as we set off.

We arrived at Kathy's just before 8 p. m., where Jennifer greeted us with a smile. "Go on back--Mom and Justin are already there. I'll be right behind you."

We followed the music to the garden. Rounding the house, we were stunned by the sight. Two hours ago, there'd been no hint of this setup. Garlands stretched across the garden, a huge buffet was laid out, and a chef stood by a grill. In the center sat a large round table, beautifully set. Both our jaws dropped, which Kathy noticed, laughing as she approached.

"Hey, you two," she welcomed us. She hugged Dominic first, saying, "Well, the guest of honor's here--this'll be a birthday you won't forget." Then she hugged me, planting a quick kiss on my lips--unexpected--and whispered, "Glad you're here too."

Next, Justin greeted us. "Another year gone by. Great to see you both." He hugged Dominic, who seemed uneasy with guy-on-guy embraces, patting his shoulder. "Just a few hours, and you're officially 18." Then he hugged me, pulling me close, his head over my shoulder. "Welcome, Gina!" His hands slid to my ass, out of sight, giving a firm squeeze before he grinned, "You get more gorgeous every time." I was taken aback--his usual handshake had been friendly, not this.

Before I could react, he let go, gesturing to the table. "Take a seat--food's almost ready." We sat as a waiter approached, asking for our drink orders. I chose white wine; Dominic went for a beer. We'd agreed long ago that as long as he knew his limits, he could drink.

"Starting tomorrow, you can do it legally here!" Justin chimed in.

Soon Jennifer returned, and we all sat, chatting casually.

Then Kathy tapped my shoulder. "Come with me for a sec? I need to discuss something." Assuming it was about Junior's birthday, I stood and followed her. We stepped through the patio door into her office. She closed the door behind us and said:

"Everything's set for Dominic tomorrow. Sofía, one of my entertainers, will meet him at the reception at 4 a. m. She'll take him to the quad tour meeting point. They'll do a night ride on the quads to the hot air balloon launch site. About 15 minutes into the flight, he'll see the sunrise from the balloon. After landing, they'll take another quad tour to Ghost City, then she'll bring him back to the hotel. If all goes as planned, he should be back by 11 a. m."

"That's amazing! He's going to love it," I said.

"Are you sure you don't want to see the spectacle yourself?" Kathy asked.

"No way--I'm terrified of heights. You couldn't drag me into a balloon with a team of horses," I replied. "I'll have a nice morning at the beach. Besides, he should enjoy his birthday gift in peace. He's getting that new digital SLR camera he's wanted forever."

"Then everything's settled," Kathy said, starting to turn away.

"Kathy, there's one more thing... I know it's a bit weird, but I had a crazy idea." I briefly told her about his voyeuristic antics lately and my idea to gift him a striptease.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Dominic's quite the handful. You think that's a good idea?"

I shook my head and used the same reasoning my son had on me: "He only turns 18 once."

"You know I can't do that myself, right? That's why I wanted to ask if you had any ideas on how to make it happen."

She thought for a moment and said, "I can't promise anything, but I'll see if some of the girls from the entertainment team might be up for it. Give me until around noon tomorrow--I should have an answer by then." Then she stepped closer, took my face in her hands, and kissed me, whispering, "Your son has a pretty naughty mom," as she slipped her tongue into my mouth.

When she pulled back, I smiled and said, "Seems like you enjoy that."

She turned to leave, glancing back with a laugh. "Oh, I enjoy it a lot." We both left the office and returned to the garden.

Just as we sat down, the waiter brought out our soup--onion soup! Kathy had remembered how much we loved it. We started eating.

We chatted about the past year, including what had happened with Kathy. Justin and Jennifer weren't upset about Miguel being gone, though they didn't share the reason I now knew. During our talk, I noticed Justin, seated next to me, kept watching me. Whenever I caught him, he'd quickly look away. No one else seemed to notice. After the soup, we had grilled steaks with veggies, followed by delicious tiramisu--another favorite we'd once mentioned to Kathy.

Once the table was cleared, we continued chatting animatedly. Justin struck up a conversation with me, trying to learn more about me. He awkwardly asked if I had a man in my life. When I told him I was divorced and not looking for a serious relationship, he grinned. Unexpectedly, I felt his hand on my knee. I flinched slightly, but Dominic, Kathy, and Jennifer--busy talking with Dominic about local attractions--didn't notice. Jennifer was explaining how you could explore the best spots on a Western Caribbean cruise, hitting places like Cozumel or Belize, which was a popular option from Cancún.

Then I felt Justin's hand slowly glide over my thigh, giving me goosebumps. For a moment, I thought, well, look at him--hours ago, he was screwing his sister, and now he's already hunting for a new willing mare.

In my mind, I saw flashes of him turning his sister on that afternoon, and it got me hot. But I also knew we could get caught any second, which would've been mortifying. So, I placed his hand on mine and said, "Not here, not now." Justin wasn't giving up that easily, though. He slid his hand from under mine and placed it back on my thigh.

Then he took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I immediately felt his hard erection. A shiver ran through me--this was exactly the kind of thing that turned me on so much. Almost instinctively, I started kneading his cock through his shorts. I glanced around, but no one seemed to notice. Then Justin ran his other hand up my thigh, pausing at the hem of my tight denim shorts before trying to slip his fingers underneath. But the shorts were too snug, so he couldn't get where he likely wanted. Even when he nudged my thighs apart, he couldn't reach his goal. He settled for pressing his thumb against my mound, rubbing with slight pressure.

I had to focus hard not to moan. Then Kathy unintentionally came to my rescue. "We should get the champagne ready--15 minutes, and our little man here will be an adult!"

Justin and I both pulled our hands back instantly, and I stood up. "Kathy, I'll help you set up," I said quickly. I felt like a teenager caught doing something forbidden. I followed Kathy into the house.

Once inside, she looked at me and asked, "Everything okay with you?"

I couldn't meet her eyes and said, "All good--I was just surprised it's already so late. I almost forgot while we were talking."

She seemed satisfied with that. She pulled two bottles of champagne from the fridge and said, "Glasses are in the upper left cabinet. There's a tray in the lower one for carrying." Then she left the kitchen. Before grabbing the glasses, I leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. I realized I was incredibly aroused--in another situation, I might've already dragged Justin off somewhere. My mind kept racing, imagining him fingering me under the table. Once I calmed down a bit, I reached up to the cabinet and set five glasses on the counter.

Then I bent down to grab the tray from the lower cabinet when I felt two hands on my ass. I let out a small squeak as the hands slid up my hips to my breasts. A hard cock pressed against my ass. Someone leaned over me, whispering in my ear, "I'd love to fuck you right here, right now, Gina." It was Justin. I froze, but my body reacted instantly.

I started grinding my hips lightly against his erection. "First your sister, now me--you're insatiable," I hissed, accidentally revealing I'd seen them earlier. "You missed the best part of the show, but you sure gave my mom a good time," he shot back. So, he knew what I'd done too.

I turned to him and met his eyes. "Not here, not now," I repeated, then added, "I assume Dominic will want to head to the room soon--he's got an early start tomorrow. I'll go with him, and once he's asleep, we can meet downstairs." As I spoke, I brushed my hand against his cock straining in his shorts.

Then Junior's voice called out, "Mom, need help? It's almost time!"

"No, all good--I was just looking for the tray. I'm on my way," I replied, my voice shaky. I turned, set the glasses on the tray, took a deep breath, and left the kitchen.

On the way out, Justin whispered, "See you later, then."

I nearly dropped the tray heading to the garden but managed to set it down without incident. A quick glance at the clock--10 minutes to go. Shit! Dominic's gift was still in the room. "Be right back," I tossed to the group and hurried off.

Three minutes before midnight, I returned. I hadn't just grabbed the gift--I'd also changed in a flash, swapping my shirt and jeans for a sundress.

Everyone looked at me curiously, asking why I'd changed. I explained the jeans felt tight after eating so much and that the dress was comfier. I placed Dominic's gift on the table as Kathy started filling and handing out champagne glasses. Justin had rejoined us, his eyes practically undressing me. Then it was time. We counted down together: "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DOMINIC!" we chorused.

I held Junior in a hug, naturally being the first to congratulate him. "Happy birthday, my sweet," I toasted, kissing him on the lips. Dominic beamed. "Thanks, Mom." He clinked glasses with everyone, and we all sipped champagne.

Next came the gifts. He eagerly opened mine first. Spotting the camera packaging, he put it on the table and hugged me. "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, Mom--I've always wanted this. You're the best!" He kissed me on the lips again. Then Kathy handed him a sealed envelope. "This is from all of us, including your mom."

Dominic skimmed the voucher for the quad tour with a sunrise hot air balloon ride, as planned. "Wow," he said, mouth agape. "I can try out the camera right away--those pics will be amazing."

"That's exactly what we had in mind, Dominic," Kathy replied.

He hugged Kathy too, giving her a peck on the lips that surprised her. He hugged Justin and Jennifer without kisses. We chatted a bit more until Junior said, "Mom, will you come tomorrow? It'd be so great."

I shook my head. "I've got a fear of heights--I'd stay at the hotel, so I don't ruin your trip."

Dominic looked sad but smiled again. "Mom, since our three-wishes rule applies this time, I wish for you to come with me."

"Junior, I'm not sure that's a good idea..." I started, when Kathy suddenly asked, "What's this three-wishes rule about?"

Dominic explained it briefly, and Kathy looked at me. "Now that's a wish, Gina--you're not getting out of it," she said with a smile.

I thought for a moment and said, "Alright, you little pest--if it means that much, I'll join you."

Dominic rushed to hug me again, kissing me on the lips with shining eyes. "Thanks, Mom."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Justin watching me. Remembering our planned rendezvous, I seized the chance. "Junior, we both need to be up early, and your mom needs her beauty sleep, or I'll miss the whole trip. We should head to bed."

As if on cue, Junior yawned, nodded, and said, "You're right--the camera needs charging too." He downed his glass and pushed to leave.

I said goodbye to Kathy, Jennifer, and Justin, thanking them for the amazing evening. As Justin hugged me, he whispered a wish for a good night and discreetly squeezed my ass. Thankfully, no one behind me noticed. Dominic grabbed his gifts, I took my purse, and we took the short walk back to our room.

I was fervently hoping Dominic would fall asleep quickly. On the way to the room, he chattered excitedly about how awesome the gift was and how thrilled he was that I'd join him despite my fear of heights.

Once inside, he plugged the camera into the charger and hugged me again, thanking me for it. Then he headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I only half-noticed, my mind racing with how to slip out unnoticed. While he was in there, I stepped onto the balcony, considering a Plan B in case he was too wired to sleep.

After a few minutes, two arms wrapped around my waist, and Dominic kissed my neck. "Mom, I'm exhausted--my eyes are about to close. Just wanted to say good night in case I crash right away."

"All good," I replied. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day." I turned and kissed his forehead. He slipped into bed, and I realized I hadn't mentioned the bed situation with Kathy. It's only for a few hours, I told myself, then went to the closet to grab my pajamas as a pretense.

As I headed to the bathroom, I called out, "I'm just going to take a quick shower, sweetie."

I got only a muffled "Mmmmhhhh" in response. He must've been dead tired.

I locked the bathroom door and turned on the shower. Deciding to take a real quick rinse, I couldn't shake the thought that I'd soon be letting Justin fuck me--the first time in nearly six weeks since my last one-night stand. As I soaped up, images from the afternoon flashed through my mind--watching him with his sister. But what turned me on even more was knowing he'd likely seen what happened between me and his mom afterward.

I stopped soaping and rinsed off hastily. The anticipation of feeling a cock inside me revved me up even more. Instead of pajamas, I slipped back into my sundress, skipping the bra and panties--I wanted fast, hard sex, no foreplay needed. My nipples pressed visibly through the fabric. I spritzed on some perfume, then quietly unlocked the bathroom door. Opening it silently, I heard Dominic's steady, rhythmic snoring.

If he only knew how much he's helping me out, I thought. I crept to my nightstand, checking if Junior was truly asleep. Besides the snoring, nothing seemed amiss.

I grabbed the room key and slipped out as quietly as possible. Confident the soft click of the lock wouldn't wake him, I straightened up and took a deep breath. Now be a naughty girl, I thought, descending the stairs to the house exit.

Just as I stepped outside, a voice came from my side. "Can't sleep, young lady?" I recognized Justin's voice instantly. A hand gripped my arm, pulling me aside. Face-to-face with him, he looked into my eyes and said, "Now and here?"

He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely. It wasn't a kiss of love or comfort--it was pure lust. His tongue plunged into my mouth, his hands grabbed my ass, yanking me tighter against him. I felt his hard cock pressing into me. "Looks like someone still can't get enough," I moaned into his mouth.

He gave my ass a light smack and said, "Looks like my mom didn't satisfy you either." He broke the kiss, spun me toward the house wall, and pressed me against it.

One hand went straight to my breasts while the other slipped between my legs, making me moan. "You're a horny MILF who clearly needs it bad," he said, kneading my tit and rubbing the fabric between my folds.

"How do you figure that?" I gasped.

"Why else would you let a stranger grope you without panties or a bra?" My juices started flowing--this raw, aggressive style was exactly what I craved. I grabbed his cock, massaging it, drawing a moan from him.

"Hope he lives up to the hype!" I said, gripping him harder.

With a swift tug, he yanked his shorts. His cock sprang up, bobbing in front of me. Stepping out of them, he glanced at me and said, "You're the one overdressed now." I pulled my sundress over my head, standing naked before him. I quickly scanned around--no one was in sight. The houses were off the main path tourists used for evening strolls, and with-it past midnight, the resort was quiet.

"Better now?" I asked.

He cupped my breasts, pressing his hips against me. "Much better!" he replied.

Justin lowered his head, latching onto one nipple seconds later. He sucked hard but not roughly, kneading them with his hands. I grabbed his hair, tugging lightly so he'd look up. I wanted his cock pounding me hard--no foreplay. Meeting his gaze, I said, "Skip the foreplay--just fuck me."

He reacted instantly, releasing my nipples and gripping my ass. He pinned me to the wall, trying to lift me, but as my back scraped the rough surface, I gasped, "Not like that--it's uncomfortable."

In the dim light, I saw his mind working. He grabbed my arm and said, "I've got an idea." Taking my hand, he led me around two corners, pulling me through a hedge to a small terrace with two loungers and a folded umbrella. "This one's unoccupied--can't be seen from outside." He gave me a nudge, urging me to crawl onto the lounger face-down. Before I could react, another light smack landed on my ass. "Hope this works for you," he said, stepping behind me and tapping my ass with his cock.

I glanced back, seeing him bend his knees. Then I felt him guide his hard shaft between my lips. As he parted my folds, I moaned again, lowering my chest and raising my ass higher. "Mount this horny mare--I want your cock inside me," I panted.

Justin positioned his tip at my entrance and thrust deep without hesitation. A jolt shot through my pelvis, forcing a loud moan. "Ohhhhh yesssss, so good..." was all I could manage.

He was clearly as turned on, fucking me fast and rhythmic--no foreplay, no talk, just what I needed. Only my moans with each thrust and the slap of our bodies filled the air. "Fuck me harder," I urged.

"You've got a hot MILF pussy--I'm gonna stuff it good. Lucky, I came in Jennifer earlier, or I'd have filled you by now," he grunted. He pulled out fully, then drove back in with force. "Get on your knees--I want to play with those gorgeous tits."

Another smack landed on my ass. Driven by lust, I rose, my breasts hanging down. As he buried himself deep, he paused, squeezing both tits together. "Perfect tits," he moaned.

"If you last 'til I come, you can finish between them," I groaned.

Justin released my breasts, pulled out, gave my ass a slap, and said, "Turn over, you sexy slut--I'll get you there."

To minimize the emptiness, I flipped onto my back as fast as I could. Justin knew what he was doing. He tugged my legs forward, lifted them, and hovered over me in a push-up position. His tip knocked at my entrance again. I was lost, craving his cock to fill me.

"Put it back in," I gasped.

He slid in slowly, deeper and deeper, until his tip brushed my cervix. I couldn't suppress a long "Ahhhhhhhh." Closing my eyes, I savored each thrust. Then he pounded me with machine-like precision, my orgasm building fast.

Justin seemed close too. No words--just moans, gasps, and the slap of our bodies. Then the wave hit. All he managed was, "Ahhh, I'm coming..."

I opened my eyes to warn him, "Don't come in me," but my heart nearly stopped. Above me, on our balcony, stood Dominic, seemingly enjoying the show, possibly stroking himself through the railing. I froze, unable to react as my body erupted.

I squeezed my eyes shut, screaming, "Oh God... not in me!" but felt Justin's cum flood me. He thrust hard, and I felt every pulse as he emptied inside.

Suddenly, his tension eased. I opened my eyes, glancing up--nobody was there. As our orgasm subsided and we lay panting on the lounger, I thought, that would've been the last thing I needed. Justin rolled off, lying beside me. "Wow, what a finish. Didn't think you'd go off like that, Gina," he said, kissing me. I returned it half-heartedly, still shaken. Maybe the last few days have me seeing ghosts, I mused, rationality kicking in. The first thing I wanted was to get rid of Justin. "Justin, I'd love to cuddle, but my alarm's at 3:30, and I need some sleep. No offense--let's save the afterplay for another time."

Justin was surprised by my words but took it in stride. He kissed me, looked deep into my eyes, and said, "As long as you promise a repeat, I'm good." I would've promised him anything to get away, even marriage, and stood up. As I did, I felt his cum dripping down my legs.

I hugged him, kissed him again, and said, "I'm sure we can make that happen."

I glanced uneasily at the balcony again. The light was off, and no one was there. I retraced our steps, grabbing my sundress by the front door and slipping it on. Justin pulled on his shorts, gave my ass a squeeze, and kissed me goodbye. I stepped inside and sat on the stairs.

What I'd seen was real, I was certain. But a young guy wouldn't miss the best part, right? Did he notice I'd spotted him? I sat there for about 10 minutes, thoughts swirling, before heading upstairs. I reentered the room as quietly as I'd left, pausing to listen. Dominic's steady breathing filled the space--he was asleep after all. I slipped into the bathroom, took off the sundress, and used a washcloth to clean off Justin's traces.

He sure knew how to fuck, and I understood why his sister loved his "massages." Did he have something with his mom too? I wondered. I put on the pajamas still lying in the bathroom, adjusting them awkwardly--I usually slept naked, so this felt odd.

To clear my head before bed, I stepped onto the balcony, standing where I thought I'd seen my son minutes ago, and looked down. Flashes of what happened played in my mind, sending a shiver of arousal through me. But then I froze, stepping in something wet and unexplainable. I stepped back, bent down, and touched the damp spot with a finger. It felt thick, and before my nose confirmed it, I already knew. Yet, instead of shame or disgust, I felt a surge of arousal.

What I smelled was unmistakably cum--my son's, likely spilled while he watched Justin take me. I returned to the bathroom, wiping his fluids off my feet and hand. Then I crept to my bed and slid in, lying with my back to Junior, who might still be pretending to sleep. Wondering what he'd seen, I felt him roll over, his arm resting over my waist on my stomach. Can he fake it that well? I thought. There was one way to find out. I shifted my hips back toward him, instantly feeling something hard press against my ass.

He definitely wasn't asleep. I whispered, "Good night, Junior," and he replied with a feigned, "Good night, Mom." That settled it. I curled into my blanket and spoke again. "Junior, we need to talk about this after your birthday. For now, let's sleep--we've got an early start tomorrow." No response came. Soon after, I drifted off.

End of Chapter 3