My Mother's Silk Panties Ch. 03

I'm back and I apologize for the extra long delay in posting. Life, as they say. I also was dealing with some writer's block, if I can qualify for that. Writing is something that I am hoping to do more, but qualifies more as a hobby. With that said, I am committed to all my stories and will continue to write, regardless of the length of delays. Hopefully that let's readers know to check back in now and again ha!

This entry is a little shorter than I wanted but my goal is to make each entry longer than the last 2 chapters, however, I wanted to get this one out. Without any more pomp and circumstance, lets check in with our favorite mother/son combo!

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- Raymond -

"Fuck!" The light from the window finally woke me up. I had been in and out of sleep for a while; however, not enough to realize something was off.

Moving my legs slightly, I felt the stickiness around my morning wood. It was no mystery; without some alone time, my aching balls couldn't hold onto the copious amount of spunk I tended to shoot out on a daily basis. I had two problems: I really needed to jack off, and I needed to get to the bathroom without Mom noticing either my hard-on or the wet stain.

I hadn't fully opened my eyes yet, but a curvy shape was now blocking the sunlight.

My mother was standing there in her red bikini with a sheer wrap around her waist. "Dios mío! You're sleeping away our pool time, and I'm starving!"

I blinked several times and got my bearings. "Sorry, Mom, just getting used to the travel, I guess."

A pair of trunks and a singlet were tossed on my face. "Wash up now. Vamos! Vamos, chico tonto!"

Each gesture made my mom's breasts jiggle in her bikini top and it was not helping my dick calm down. My foggy brain could only think of one thing to do. In ridiculous fashion I rolled out of the sheets onto the floor and leapt to my feet, already through the bathroom door. There was no way she would have seen anything, but I could hear her giggling.

"I'm not sure when I have seen you move so fast," Mom called through the door.

I was acutely aware that I was not going to have time to shower, and without the noise, time to jack off would (once again) be impossible. But it's not like it was her fault; she wanted to eat and hit the pool. I should have gotten up early to get ready like she had. Willing my dick to soften so I could relieve myself, I was able to get dressed and be presentable for the day ahead.

Pretty soon we were in a small cafe that connected to the hotel, waiting for our food. I went for the typical: eggs, bacon, and toast. While Mom went a bit healthier with yogurt and fruit, she could go carnivore when she wanted to; otherwise, she was the pinnacle of health.

"So, what are you going to do with a day by the pool?" She pushed up her large sunglasses to the top of her head, pulling the thick brown hair away from her face.

I thought for a minute and then responded, "Probably gunna do some laps and enjoy the pool for a bit."

"Only you would think of laps as relaxing; where did I go wrong?" Mom's voice oozed sarcasm.

"Well, I have been stuck in a car a lot," I chuckled.

Her plump lips pressed together and her eyebrow arched, "Stuck in a car? I'm sorry my poor boy is forced to spend time with his mother."

I knew she was baiting me, but this was a game I loved to play: "Awe, I'm sorry, Mamá."

Now I could speak Spanish, not as well as my mother, but I was fluent, and while no one would mistake me for a native, I was no slouch. I just didn't use it much, which my mother was quick to point out whenever I irked her enough. So when I did something simple like calling her 'Mamá,' she was putty in my hands.

"You're such a lush!" Mom blushed a bit and rolled her eyes.

"Just know which buttons to push; guess I got my sales prowess from you." I gave a cheesy grin.

My mother's grin slowly moved from a wide smile to biting her full upper lip before dishing back, "Well, two things. One, my sales prowess is unmatched, so I would hope you have learned a trick or two. And two, don't get cocky about knowing the buttons."

Mom's eyebrow arched, as if daring me to question her. I was about to respond when the food arrived, and we both dug into the delicious plates. About halfway through the meal, something about Mom caught my eye. She was nearly done with her yogurt, and she was working her way through the fruit cup. Currently, Mom had a strawberry between her lips; the fruit was leaking a little juice down the side of her mouth. As the strawberry withdrew from her mouth, there was a brief moment where her lips seemed to hold on to the fruit, and a small pop was barely audible when it came free. Then Mom's tongue peeked out and swiped both her lips, first the bottom and then the top. A chill was going up my spine... and then she reached for the rest of the yogurt. On the second spoonful I spotted a small amount on her upper lip. Then I blinked, and the second glob was on her lower lip. Her tongue flicked out, but it failed to remove the issue. Smears were encircling her mouth, and my cock was starting to respond.

"Ah... Mom, you got some... " I trailed off and indicated her mouth.

She wiped one corner of her mouth and then continued eating, so I continued, "A bit more."

Taking her finger, Mom pressed it to the same corner but this time pressed it against her skin and wiped her upper lip clean. Then she popped that finger into her mouth, but her mouth did not fully close, and I got a show of her tongue swirling the digit before she removed it.

She swallowed the small amount slowly and then looked at me. "Did I get the mess, bebé?"

I just nodded but then quickly retracted that, "Lower, um, lip too."

Mom smiled in a very strange fashion, however, and then she proceeded to swipe and swirl her finger again. All I could do was take deep breaths and try to finish my own food, but the conversation dried up.

Settling the bill, we finally made our way out to the pool area. I walked in front to limit the amount of time I would be staring at my mother's body. The pool itself was very large and had shallow areas with swim-up bars. It also had a large area with rows of lounge chairs and umbrellas. Making our way to the nearest chair, there were a few people around, but it was fairly quiet this mid-morning.

"I am going to catch some sun and read my latest book!" Mom declared and deposited her bag and a towel on the small table near the chair.

I stood and watched as she removed the wrap from around her waist and reached into her bag. Her wide hips and large ass were captivating, and once I registered that she was about to apply suntan lotion to her skin, I had no choice. I took three large steps and dove into the deep end of the pool.

I didn't even take a glance behind me as I continued to make my way across to the other end of the pool. During busy times I doubt I could have swum around so freely, but I could take the opportunity to work out some frustrations with some laps. I hadn't really intended to do laps, but it was either that or drool over my mother. If I harbored any thoughts about 'getting my mother out of my system', I was in denial. If anything, the more time I spent with her, the more it appeared I would be tempted into blowing loads into her panties, watching her perfect body, or just indulging in my many fantasies of her. There was only so much a guy like me could take; the only reason this was a problem was because it was my mother. Sure, that was a big deal, but my mind was starting to ask the question, "What is the harm?"

So, what if I finally caught her naked? What if I jacked off onto her panties and tricked her into wearing them? Could I maybe even find a way to touch her?

I surfaced and whipped my head like a dog, trying to clear these impure thoughts. I let my body become weightless and drifted on the surface for some time. I wasn't sure how long I had been in the pool, but it was time to get out and, maybe, relax next to Mom for a while.

Making my way to the nearest stairs, I pulled myself out of the water and ran my fingers to pull my hair out of my face. Looking over, I spied Mom lying down but propped up on her forearms. My gaze went from her smiling face to her deep cleavage and then to her bikini-covered ass.

"I'll be back." I snagged the other towel and a room key and stomped towards the room. I didn't have any thought but to get somewhere private before I creamed my pants; I was beyond caring about anything else.

- Clara -

I had a small moment; lying there in the sun, there was a tiny thought. Maybe I can stop this slide before it becomes an avalanche. Not too long ago I was blissfully ignorant of anything taboo in my family. Now I was in a depraved pit of sexual tension with my own son. My mind kept drawing me back to a place that made sense, a time when I didn't want my son in a carnal fashion. Then the sound of someone exiting the pool prompted me to roll over and take a look. There was Raymond climbing out of the pool, the water cascading down his lean build. Suddenly, that tiny thought was crushed; there was only one way to stop this. Ray started this, and he was the only one that could finish it. He would get his chance at me, but, for now, it appeared my boy had something to take care of.

Part of me wanted to come up with another way to stop him, but maybe there was a better idea. Snatching my bag, I took off, barefoot, along the other side of the pool. Taking a shot that there was another staircase than how we had come down for breakfast, my bet paid off, and my CrossFit classes paid off as I took the stairs two at a time.

Reaching the room, I heard the elevator ding as I swiped the card to slip into the room. Thank God hotels still had closets. I carefully placed my bag down and settled myself in the far corner. I slid the door closed as Raymond's card was swiped.

'Showtime, bebé,' I thought as I heard my son make his way around to the bed.

I could hear some noise, but I was starting to realize I was not going to either see or hear enough with the door closed to make this worthwhile. As carefully as possible, I slid the closet open a few inches to let the sounds of my son in, and I hit the jackpot. Fewer and fewer hotels had a floor-length mirror near the entryway of the room, but apparently my depravity was being rewarded.

It wasn't the best view in the world; however, it was the perfect angle. My son was already stripped naked and lying out on the bed. The center of the tall mirror showed me his toned stomach, down to just above the knee. The star of the show was his large cock, fully hard, and his hand was already moving up and down.

The breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my heart beating faster. A heat spread throughout my body, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. This would be my first time playing with myself while actually looking at my son; fantasy had become reality so quickly. There was an irony to the situation; I could only guess how much of me he had seen. But I was sure, out of the two of us, I would be the first to watch the other cum. Mama cums first.

I smiled at my joke; my hand slid into my bikini bottoms. The garment's tightness was only a slight hindrance, but my clit was already engorged and ready to play. Raymond was still working his cock; the poor boy was actually slowing down. He must have been trying to make it last; well, that fit me perfectly fine. Using two fingers, I slowly circled my clit. My thick pussy lips may have gotten me some unwanted attention in certain outfits, but they hid my large nub well. It was so sensitive to my touch. I was well lubricated now, so I quietly braced myself on the doorway of the closet as I started to pinch and pull my clit between my fingers.

My rhythm established, I stared at the small view I had of my son's massive erection. His balls were tightened against his shaft, but they were full of cum and wonderfully big. I could only imagine the feeling of that hefty sack smacking against my clit as he penetrated her from behind. I nearly gasped as my fingers slipped into my pussy as I pictured Ray pistoning into me from behind. The large mushroom head almost appeared purple from this distance; he was so close to spilling a load. So many panties he coated in that white spunk, and hopefully, he would be spraying loads into and onto me soon.

Ray's hand picked up speed, and the show was going to be ending soon. I widened my stance and curled my fingers against my g-spot. A practiced method of dragging my finger across that small patch on the roof of my pussy had me panting in seconds. I tensed up, and I did my best to hold back the orgasm. I was going to cum with my son no matter what, my muscles were screaming from the effort to hold back and to keep quiet at the same time.

"Ugh, Mom!" Raymond gasped, and the first of his ropes shot out of his cock.

That was all it took; the floodgates opened, and my pussy clamped my fingers inside of me. My hips rotated and lurched against my hand, trying to pull my fingers deeper. My boy had called out for me, and now he was spurting cum everywhere. Maybe he was thinking about shooting that load deep into me? Maybe it was painting more of my panties? Or maybe it was just the image of me standing over him, telling him what a naughty boy he was. A filthy boy, jacking off his big cock to his mommy.

My eyes rolled back as another wave of ecstasy hit me, and I felt lines of fluid dripping down my legs. Finally I sunk against the wall and pulled my fingers out of my bikini.

"Oh, bebé, what have you done?" I whispered to myself.

- Raymond -

My stomach and the sheets next to me were coated in thick white cum. My usual load was nearly doubled after being blue-balled from the previous hotel. I was used to jacking off pretty regularly, but this had been one of the fastest and hardest I had ever come. It was also unusual in one other, more disturbing way.

Getting up out of the bed and making my way to the bathroom, I thought of the times I had used her panties, all the times I had pictured my mother. This was the first time that I truly pictured my mother licking, sucking, and fucking my cock. I loved my mother, and I had kept a stone wall between my love and lust for her. That wall was now crumbling as more and more images and scenarios swam in front of me. Cumming that hard for my mother was so exhilarating, and I had no doubt that being close to her was the cause.

This trip might just give me a moment or two to indulge myself a bit. Yes, there was an idea.

If I were to fulfill a few of my desires towards Mom, I could ease the pressure a bit and have some fun until we made it home. So, outside of the wild fantasies of fucking her, what could I actually get away with?

Using an already dirty towel to wipe away the cum, a few ideas were obvious from the start. I wanted to see her naked: tits, ass, and pussy. Just the thought of finally seeing my mother bare was already threatening to make my cock twitch.

Grabbing a small hand towel, I flipped on the faucet to dampen the fabric. Cumming in her panties would be tricky to conceal going forward, but if there were a way to actually get Mom to wear them afterwards. It was unlikely to happen, but I just needed to think about it a bit more. More thought of cumming on my mom's face, legs, back... well basically every part of her.

This would most likely be a list that I would continue to add to. Just then I thought I heard the click of the door. Standing naked in the bathroom, I bolted to the door.

"Wait, Mom!" I gasped.

Holding the door shut, I waited for the response, but I didn't hear anything.

"Mom?" I called out again.

Peeking out, I didn't hear anything, and then I snuck out a bit farther and saw no one there. I shook my head; it must have been the door next to ours on the floor.

I worked my board shorts back on and saw a couple of my mom's panties in her suitcase. I thought of the red pair that was buried in my bag, inside of my small toiletry bag. The thought of wearing them around my mom was strong, but I shook my head and made my way to the door. I would need to get a lot braver to do that.

My bare feet smacked the concrete steps on the way down to the main floor. I figured it was best to remain quiet about why I had left and just make nothing of it.

Mom was still in her lounge chair when I got back into the pool area, only now she had a drink next to her. I made my way over and rested in the sun on the chair next to hers.

Things were quiet for a while; Mom had sipped her drink a few times. "You seem relaxed, bebé."

I glanced over; she wasn't turned towards me, but she had a smile on her face.

"Yeah, the sun feels good." I said, as I settled in.

There was a pause before she responded, "Yeah. The sun always makes me feel better too. But that is not what I was talking about."

She was talking very softly, in a manner I only usually heard when I was supposed to be learning a lesson 'on my own.'

"Umm, I guess I am finally settling into being on vacation." I was choosing my words carefully.

My mother chuckled, "Yeah, vacations are supposed to be relaxing, but I was talking about alone time. I mean, we are in close quarters for the foreseeable future."

Something about the way she said alone time made my heart start to beat a bit faster.

"You know all adults need some... alone time. It's healthy." Mom continued.

"Mom?" I was all I could muster in response.

There was a pause before she started to talk again, "Meaning that if you need some time away from your ol' mother, you can just tell me."

"I don't need space from you, Mom." Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Raymond." Mom sounded stern but still playful.

I looked over, and she was now looking over at me with her sunglasses pulled down to the end of her nose. Her full brown eyes and wide smile were fixed on me, and she arched her eyebrow.

"When either of us needs space on this trip, let's just say... I need to blow off steam," she smirked as she finished her sentence.

Something finally clicked in my brian: she knew. My mother knew what I had been doing, but even stranger, she sounded like she was giving me permission to jack off.

Mom cleared her throat. "Well, what do you think?"

"Umm... well, I mean, I was just... " In the face of my mother confronting my sex life, my first instinct was to try to lie my way out.

My mom took her sunglasses out as she laughed, then she gave the biggest smile. "Repeat after me, bebé. Mamá, I need to blow off steam."

I gulped, "Mamá, I need to blow off steam."

"That's my boy, now you know what to say... next time." She commented as the sunglasses were placed back on her face and she lay back.

I lay there for a couple of minutes, lost in my thoughts, before something Mom said popped back in my head. I couldn't help but ask.

"Mom, did you say that either of us should use that phrase?" The words came out, but I broke out in a sweat asking my mom a question like that.

Looking over, my mom just smiled, "Guess we will find out."

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"Guess we will find out." Those words still swam in my head as I lay on the bed in the room later that night. There was so much to process, but my cock was focused on the implications that my mother might masturbate at some point on this trip. I was at full erection, but with my mother in the shower just feet away, I couldn't take the risk, especially since she brought it up only hours ago.

We had a pleasant day after our conversation, but my mind was wondering how this new information was changing how I viewed my mother. The lines were continuing to blur, and while I was more enthralled with her than ever, I couldn't go too far and lose my mother.

It was a delicate balance, and it was one reason I had kept my lust as bottled up as possible. I would have gone insane if I had started acting like the sons in the stories I read online. It was one thing to try to peek, but damn near every one of them got caught in one way or another. As for myself, I avoided those situations, but now I was trapped.

"Ohhh yes!" A soft voice came from the door to my right.

My eyes widened, and my cock started to pulse. Even with just shorts on, it was too restricting on my aching member.

I had no doubts; it was not a coincidence. My mother had said it aloud, and now she was doing it. She must have been trying to lessen the shock if I were to hear her by accident. I could feel the heat and sweat on my body at how close she was. Would I get this chance again? How many times have I passed up the chance to see my mother naked? I told myself I would never cross this boundary, but I was going to be leaving home soon. This was one opportunity too many.

I slowly made my way over to the bathroom door; my loose shorts had a large tent in front as I grasped the knob and turned it. It felt like it echoed throughout the room, but I kept turning until it stopped. Just a little push and the door almost wanted to open to show me what was inside, and I slipped in as quickly as I could.

The bathroom was a pretty decent size, but I stayed against the wall. After the initial shock of actually entering the bathroom, I finally took in the scene before me. The steam was thick, the result of the hot water compared to cool tiles. The glass was foggy, and beads of moisture were falling as the water vapors built up from the showerhead. But the outline of my mother's body was still visible. I only had a moment to regret the blurred image because I was too much in awe of the curves and flesh that I could see. There were parts I could clearly see: an inner thigh, the side of her hip, and the juncture of her neck and head. I absorbed each piece of her body with my eyes, and I strained to make out more when a noise brought my mind into focus.

It was like the sound blasted out at high volume after the 'mute' button was turned off. My mother was panting, and the sound of wet slapping was ringing all around. Her hand was moving fast between her legs, and I could only guess if she was working her clit or pushing her fingers inside her pussy. Two fingers? Or maybe three?

Leaning back against the wall, I pulled my cock out, and the first pump felt like I would shoot my load across the room. My balls were already clenching, begging for release.

My mother's one hand moved to her chest and it looked like she was alternating, squeezing her breast, and then pinching her nipple. Through the haze I couldn't make out how large her nipple was, but I could tell her areola was larger than a silver dollar. A pulse went through my cock as my pumping picked up speed and my balls tightened.

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"OOHHHHH, mi maldito dios!" Mom cried out; the hand between her legs was slapping water everywhere, and her body convulsed.

I had a moment to decide; I spotted her soaked bikini bottoms. Snatching them up, I quickly moved them into position and proceeded to coat them in cum. I have never tried hard enough to remain quiet as I had a powerful orgasm. My heart was pounding, and I willed myself to move. Despite my shaky legs, I was able to make it back through the door. Slumping against the bed, I felt a few tremors run through me as my breathing finally slowed. 'God, why did I wait so long to do that?' I thought. The thought of my mother, naked and wet, seeing what I had. It was worth it.

I was not caught. It appeared my mother was willing to get herself off, despite being only one room away from me. This trip was now something completely different. I originally hoped to spend some wholesome time with my mom. But now it was going to be a sexual bender; I would be leaving for college. There would be ample time to 'detox' from my incestual fantasies, but now was the time to reap the benefits of this trip.

After all, I now had a very naughty to-do list, and, so far, nothing was completed yet.

- Clara -

I walked out from the bathroom, a towel around my body, and my hair was twirled up in another. Ray was already out cold on the bed. It had been about a half an hour since he had 'sneaked' out of the bathroom.

I slowly bit my lip as I sat on the end of the bed and looked at his sleeping form. I was now certain that he had never done anything like that before. The easiest clue was how bad he was; stroking off to your mom is one thing, but to not even try to check if that mom is watching? As I was watching my boy stroke off, I had masturbated as much as the next woman, but I put on a little show for him. I couldn't help it, seeing him basically jump into the room and beat off as fast as he could. It was exhilarating; I was practically shaking when I touched my nipple, and I nearly came on the spot. My son had not even touched me, but his mere presence was supercharging my sex drive. So when I did come, I swear my pussy clamped tight enough to break my fingers. When I saw his cum spurting, I nearly came again before I remembered to not be staring at him. In case he did, in fact, actually check where I was looking. My poor boy only had one thing on his mind.

In my new warped reality, I was feeling proud of him. All this time he must have waited to peep on me, and he hadn't. I hoped I gave enough of a performance to make it worth the wait. Even as he jacked off into my panties, he kept himself from going too far to keep our relationship despite what he wanted. Now his hormones were taking over, and it was because of what I was doing to him. It was weird to think how close he really had been to being pushed to this. I hadn't even known for a week, gave him a bit more skin and attention, and now his big cock was throbbing for me.

It would be so easy to just take him here and now. He would probably be shocked, but she could just say she had caught him. But it was more tempting to keep stringing him along. Sure, it was a little payback for what he had been doing: taking pictures and stealing panties. Of course I am not sure I could actually do that right now. That little walk and pull back of the sheet was an enormous step to take. Something in my gut told me this was not the time, even if I could actually do it.

But there was another thought that struck me. What would he do now? He was already peeping on me, so maybe he would start pushing. A thrill went up my spine; he could do anything. Anything to me.

Now I would just have to turn up the heat, or at least give him opportunities to indulge his twisted mommy fantasies.

Which brought on another thought; the videos of mothers fucking their sons. Pegging. That word now ran through my mind over and over again. As I slipped beneath the covers, my mind was racing; I was already running down the slope of taboo and incest. I wasn't really sure about this particular act, though, and I really didn't understand its connection to his mommy fetish. Did he think I wanted to punish him? Was I supposed to turn him into some sort of slave? Or was it just something that came up when he was watching mom porn?

No. He tried to hide these so that even the mom porn could be found without these being seen. I needed more information about pegging and why he would want me to do this for him. Or to him, to be exact. Perhaps it was tied to his wearing my panties as well. Taking my phone out, I did a quick search and formed a plan for our next stop.

There was so much that I couldn't predict what I would end up doing with Raymond, but I did have one big tool in my belt. I was still his mother. That fact was the reason we were both horny and hiding secrets; it was a bad long-term combination. Raymond was cracking, and I was still excited by what was to come, but I would have to be his mother, even if I also became something more.

If I could give my boy what he wanted, I would. Society may say nothing we would do together would be the 'right thing.' But that wasn't going to stop either of us anymore.