Mom on vacationMom on vacationAfter graduation, my four ex-classmates and I decided to go on a vacation. At the last minute one guy refused to go. When I was looking for a way to not let the money go to waste, my mother said that maybe she might go. She promised to stay out of our fun and not to interfere in anything.I asked the guys, and they said it was fine. My mom was still young, forty one years old, a good, clever woman, so I knew she really wouldn’t bother anyone.We arrived early at the airport, finding my friends were already waiting for us.”Haven’t seen you in years, Mrs. Atkins,” said Jack, one of my mates.”You can call me Helen”, replied my mom.”Helen,” he said, touching her elbow very softly.On board her seat was apart from ours. I’ve only seen her when the plane landed.When we were there, we checked in, and for half an hour everyone stayed in their rooms. Finally, I was ready. Jack and David were waiting, and Ned already had gone ahead of us. We went without waiting for my mom, who was not supposed to be near us when we started having fun anyway.After a while mom found a place on the beach not far from me, moved there, took out a book from her handbag and started reading. As promised, she did not interfere with our fun and was almost like a stranger, but she always kept somewhere near – went for a swim about the same time I did, handed me a bottle of sun lotion once, and went back to the hotel barely quarter an hour after we did.”Mommy’s watching,” said Ned, who from the very beginning didn’t really like the idea of a mother following us all that much. I told him to piss off. David said it wasn’t right to leave “Helen” out of our circle.”Oh no, my mother’s not participating,” I said.”I agree with David” said Jack. “Let’s call her”.He was being ironic, but ten minutes later he came back with my mom in tow.Mom was wearing denim shorts and a bikini top. She looked somewhat mature. She wasn’t tall and must have been about one hundred pounds or so. Her shorts cut into her soft body; bra was squeezing her breasts instead of sitting properly. Meanwhile, the evening went well, Mom smiling and celebrating all the nonsense things that Jack was telling. It seemed that he was flirting to her…Towards the midnight we went to our rooms. I finally coaxed her to leave. I browsed some sites, answered a few emails and got ready to sleep. David wrote “Danny’s mom is such a nice lady” on his blog. Jack thumbed it up, Ned did not.The next day Mom was on the beach an hour before we arrived. She was not going to bother us, just as promised.”There’s my Mom,” I said, steering the company away from her, but Jack looked at me, then at my Mom, and said. “Quit walking around, just sit here”.We ended close to my mother`s place.Mom turned towards us, put her sunglasses on, smiled and sat up with a greeting. She said she was going to go for a swim and walked into the water.I noticed Jack following my mother’s ass with his stare. I didn’t say anything, because I know that is just a horny asshole that can never have self control.Ten minutes later, when I almost forgot about her and was starting to have some fun, she came back from swimming. Jack stood up, picked my mom’s towel, güvenilir bahis siteleri walked towards her and wrapped it over her shoulders. David and Ned were watching. As if that wasn’t enough, Jack put his hands on mom’s back and started rubbing her dry. She sort of protested, but he managed to dry her back, neck and hands before she thanked him and took the towel. He stood there watching my mom and asked if she needed something else.So now he was courting my mother? That evening we didn’t go anywhere. I went to the pool, which nobody else cared about, then came back to my hotel room. It was so nice just sitting there, listening to the sea, watching it getting dark through the room’s magnificent windows. I ordered some snacks and spent the evening catching up online.But something kept bothering me. David and Ned were online, but my mother and Jack were not, and have not been for more than at least one hour. The thing that put a thrill through my spine was that some time ago I actually noticed them going offline almost simultaneously. That was stupid.I remembered my mother in her bikini, the look on Jack’s face when she walked by. Suddenly, my imagination got filled with all sorts of images. I tried to calm myself, fixed me some drinks, but after ten minutes my hands started trembling.Feeling really stupid, I crept past my friends’ windows and looking into Jack’s. It was dark and empty. I felt calm, but then I finally looked into Mom’s window.Jack was on top of my mother, between her spread legs. He was holding her hands. They were kissing. Mom’s pale legs were wrapped around his muscular ass. Through the window I could hear her whimper. Jack’s huge, already suntanned back was covering my mother’s whole body. I could only see her face, her hands and legs. I could hear their flesh. They were fucking. Then Jack pushed himself up and told my Mom to stand on her knees.”No” said Mom.”Helen” he said.I stared as my mother turned over and stood on all fours. Her face was now a pale spot in the dark of the room. Jack put his hands on Mom’s hips and pushed inside. Mom’s mouth opened, she started audibly breathing, and the bed started rumbling. She grabbed onto the sheets, on all fours like a bitch, her nice boobs swinging. Jack slapped her buttocks. In an aroused tone my mother said “Ouch.” He held onto her and continued fucking; I could see Mom grimace when he got too rough, then close her eyes when he hit the spot.Jack, the old bastard, was very experienced. It was clearly visible how he found weak spots on her woman’s body. After ten minutes or so my Mom had an orgasm. She just rolled on her back, and the fucking session continued. A handsome young man with a thick cock was fucking her very deeply. He was opening her up, spreading her legs and pussy as far as he wanted. He got tired for a second, and Mom straddled him. Angry and jealous, I looked at her back as she rode him, her soft round ass getting squeezed by his hands. It didn’t last long, because after about five minutes he pinned mom back down and gave her another rough fucking. She moaned uncontrollably, her legs dangled up, her ponytail was completely undone and her hair laid spread on the perabet pillow. Then Jack groaned, pushed his cock all the way up my Mom and finished with a shudder. She didn’t push him away, but reached with her hand and massaged his balls throughout the ejaculation.He pulled out and rolled on his back. For a minute my mother was still.”I need some fresh air,” she then said, and stood up.I backed from the window. Mom walked out and stood on the terrace. She was completely nude, barely five feet away from me, and I was too scared to run. Jack came out and stood beside her. His hand slid down her buttocks.”Are you horny again?” said my mother.She took his cock in her hand without looking and started jerking him off. He pulled Mom towards him, fingers sinking into her asshole. He pushed Mom towards the room. She walked, smiling at him over her shoulder. Arthur followed, giving her a slap on her ass.That was enough. I turned away and ran to my room. There I stumbled into the shower and masturbated three or four times in a row. It was a release, but it didn’t feel good. What could I even do? He had already fucked my mother; this would no change, ever. What could I say tomorrow? Should I fight him? Maybe I should say nothing. I got into bed tried forcing myself to fall asleep.I had nightmares and was absolutely horny. I woke up in the morning, thinking whether Jack was still between my Mom’s legs. How did they go to sleep? How did they wake up? Did he fuck her first thing in the morning? Did she suck him off?.When I met with the guys, they were talking. When I walked towards them, they immediately stopped. Was Jack actually telling others about fucking “Helen” all night long? I couldn’t believe it, I was frustrated and jealous. My ex-school friend has violated the carnal privacy of my mother, but Mom was above my authority.When we met her, Mom was wearing a yellow bikini. She kept to herself. There was no way of telling she fucked Jack last night. At sunset I went “for a walk” around the terrace to see if something happened. Nothing was. I felt better. Mom’s room was empty, so was Jack’s. Were they at the beach? They weren’t. I walked back, once more at relative ease, and stumbled on Ned.”Have seen Jack?” I asked him.”He and David picked up your mom and went out with her”, “Why”. “Nothing, that’s fine,” I said and walked off.They weren’t back by nine. At eleven, their rooms were still empty. I crept through the terrace every hour, offended and desperate. To relax, I went to the shower and masturbated. This horrible ordeal was making me jealous and horny. Finally, at about two in the morning, when the hotel was for the most part asleep, I heard people walk past my door, and jumped out of my bed.I crept through the terrace once more and watched David’s room. Yes, it was him. And Jack was back in his own room. I saw him walk towards his bed. I went to my mother’s window and saw her coming right in. She was wearing a short skirt and a classy white shirt. Stepping out of high heels, Mom stripped, threw her clothes in a heap and stumbled into the shower.I waited for half a minute. Nobody else was coming. Mom started to sing to herself. So I unlocked the door perabet giriş through the window and crept inside.The room smelt of mild alcohol, she had been drinking. I looked around and noticed the bunch of her clothes and underwear. Following an impulse, I fished out her panties. They were dirty, plain and simple, with some semen stains. Then her cellphone played a jingle. It was a “good night, Helen” message from David. But, closing the message, I saw that the photo that was still running. I opened the photos and saw thumbnails. I selected the bunch and mailed them to myself.Then I crept out of the room. There I picked up my tablet and downloaded the photos. I opened the first one and saw mom with David, at the table, with Jack apparently shooting. Next one had David with his hand on mom’s shoulder. They were at some sort of bar. Next, mom was toasting, smiling. I saw that she was having fun. Her face was pink, eyes moist, smile across her face as if she was constantly laughing. Then I saw her dancing with David, and then a few dozens of the same. It was like a slideshow: his hands on her waist, her chin on his shoulder, her face tucked into his neck. David’s hand slipped a bit down towards her ass. I could see how her breasts were squeezed against him, how her thighs and ass moved under the skirt with her every step. They continued to dance – I could see her from every angle. They were back at the table. Mom sipped a glass of a clear liquid. Next photo was outside the bar, Mom was standing under the street lamp. Then she was standing with David, him facing the camera, her in front, facing him, – like a pair of lovers. She was like his girlfriend. Next photo he had pulled up her skirt, showing her fat round ass, barely covered with panties.Next photo had Mom standing exactly the same, but panties pulled down to her knees. Next, the photographer was standing behind her, touching her buttocks with his huge dick. Then, my mother still in David’s embrace, now hanging on his neck, bent forward, the photo from above showing Jack’s cock sliding far into her pussy. There were several photos like that; then they turned her around her – now David was taking my mom from behind. Next photo was of Mom on her knees, somewhere dark, sucking off the photographer.My Mom got fucked, they both fucked her raw, she was washing their semen out of her pussy right now in the shower, dousing with hot water the parts of her body that still held the memory of their groping fingers. My friends had spread her legs and plumbed her pussy, brought her to orgasm, make her pussy ache. For a second, I wanted to go to their rooms, cry and beg them to not fuck my Mom anymore, because it hurt, aroused and abused me. While I was still a virgin, my classmates’ conquests included even my own mother.Next day on the beach Mom was wearing her one-piece again. To my surprise, she soon shooed Jack away. She didn’t go swimming. Later, at noon, when we went back to our rooms, I wandered around for a bit and ended up walking into my mother’s room. She was taking a shower.I looked around. Her swimsuit was on the chair. I could see an opened pack of hygienic tampons. One was missing. So that’s what happened! Starting today, my Mom was on period. Fucking my mother was over. The vacation was ruined, but the feeling of dread I was having throughout the day was now almost gone. My stupid friends would not fuck her during the remaining days of vacation.