My Mum’s Holiday (part 3)

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My Mum’s Holiday (part 3)I woke about 10 o’clock. Mum was still asleep. I crept out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts, and made my way out of the hotel to the main road at the front. I bought a cheap litre bottle of bubbly and a large carton of orange juice at a nearby supermarket. The I went to the hotel restaurant and collected a couple of yoghurts and a selection of cakes from the breakfast buffet, and returned to our room with them. There was a table and a couple of chairs on the balcony, so I set the things out on the table with a couple of glasses, and went back in the bedroom. Mum must have heard me, for she had woken up, and asked: What are you doing? I’ve brought you breakfast, I replied. Goodness, she said, I think I’m still a bit full from last night. I think you’ll like it, I said, come and see. So she swung her legs out of bed and walked naked over to the balcony. She eyed the drinks and the cakes and said: That looks nice, and sat in one of the chairs. I poured us each a glass of bubbly and orange juice, saying: Buck’s Fizz. To celebrate. Mum drained most of her glass and said: What are we celebrating? Being on holiday, I replied. And having such a hot mum to share it with. Mum raised her eyebrows, but made no comment, and picked up one of the cakes. Are you trying to make me fat? she asked. Well, if you can’t indulge yourself whilst on holiday, when can you, I said with a grin, and poured her another glass of Fizz.We sat there enjoying the view and the morning air. The fizz was really nice, but I made sure that mum had most of it. When we had finished, I said: Shall we go down to the beach again. That would be nice, mum said. We went into the bedroom, and mum started to put on her bikini. Don’t bother with the top, I told her. Mum walked up and down, looking at herself in the mirror. You don’t think my boobs are too floppy, she said. Not at all, I assured her; they have got fuller with the weight you’ve put on, so naturally they are subject to the laws of gravity, but they certainly don’t sag excessively; in fact many younger women would be proud of them. Mum looked down at them and said: well, the top was a bit uncomfortable anyway. She put the white tube dress on over the top, and we made our way to the beach and the sunbeds, mum insisting we stop off at the beach bar for a beer. Mum soaked up the sun, and I went for a swim. After an hour or so mum told me she needed a pee. You shouldn’t have had a beer on top of all that Buck’s Fizz, I chided her. Hang on for a bit, and then we could go for another pizza at the pool snack bar, they’ve got a toilet there. I’ll try, she said. (There was no reason to wait, but it gave me a bit of a thrill, knowing that she was nursing a full bladder.) I watched her getting more uncomfortable and fidgety until I relented and said: OK, let’s go. Mum was just in her bikini bottom, and I was in my trunks. We ordered our pizzas, and mum washed hers down with a couple more beers. As we were finishing, mum güvenilir bahis suddenly said: Hey! We haven’t had any Sangria yet. You promised me Sangria when we were on holiday. I did, I agreed, we must rectify this omission immediately, so we went up to the bar and I ordered a large pitcher. I watched the barman mix it. About half was red wine, he added a generous measure of brandy, ladled in some chopped fruit, and topped up with orange juice and ice. I poured us both a glass. Mum took a good swig, and nodded approvingly. Is good? asked the barman. Very good, said mum. A full-bodied drink for a full-bodied lady, the barman said. That’s a bit cheeky, I thought, but mum took it as a compliment, leaned over and rested her boobs casually on the bar, so he could have a good look. You are a lucky man, the barman said to me. I know, I replied. The barman had other customers to attend to, but when he had time, he came back to talk to us and ogle mum. When we had finished the Sangria, I left a small tip on the counter, and told the barman we’d better be going. Have fun, he said.We returned to our sunbeds, but when we got there, mum picked up our clothes and towels and led me to a couple of beds towards the back of the beach, where there weren’t any people close by. Now mum had consumed the majority of the sangria, so I knew the alcohol would be starting to affect her, but I was still quite surprised when she peeled off her bikini bottom and turned to face me with her shaven fanny in full view. I think it’s about time I got an all over tan, she said with a giggle. Fine by me, I said, but I’d better put plenty of sun cream on, we don’t want you getting sore down there. Mum stretched out provocatively on her back with her legs slightly apart. Come on then, she said. This time I started at the top, rubbing the lotion well into her boobs, and then some more. I moved slowly down to her belly, giving it a generous application, and then just teased the fringe of her fanny as my hands gave her thighs some attention. Mum was beginning to squirm in anticipation, as I worked my hands back up the inside of her thighs, brushing my fingers lightly over her mound before inserting a finger in her sopping wet cunt.Mmm, that’s nice, mum said as I slowly worked my finger in and out and around inside her. I bent over and kissed her full on the lips, and I felt her tongue dart out to meet mine. I continued working my fingers in and out, as mum’s breathing became faster, and when she started moaning I slipped my fingers out and began rubbing her clit. In no time she was thrashing around as she came in wave after wave. As her climax subsided, mum removed my hand and sat up, saying: now I want you to lie down. I did as I was told, and mum climbed over to straddle me. She squeezed some sun cream over my chest and pinned my arms down, with her breasts hanging down tantalisingly above me, then lowered her chest so she could rub the lotion in with her boobs. The sensation was just güvenilir bahis siteleri heavenly; it doesn’t get much better than this, I thought. But it did. She released my arms, and I felt my trunks being slowly pulled down, releasing my straining erection. The next thing I knew, my prick was feeling the warm wetness of mum’s cunt enveloping it, as she lowered herself onto me and began sliding up and down. Christ, mum, I said, you’re going to get us both arrested, as I hastily grabbed a towel, and d****d it over our nether regions. I looked around in alarm, but nobody was paying us any attention, except for one woman on a nearby bed. I thought she must be about 60, but what I knew for certain was that she was a big girl. As she put her book down and turned on her side to get a better view, her voluminous breasts and belly flopped over, and spilled out over the edge of the sunbed. But mum was oblivious to this. She was getting into her rhythm, breathing hard and moaning, her boobs and tummy slapping against me as she rode my cock. I was beginning to wonder how long I would be able to hold out, but after a few minutes mum started bucking and pressing her face against my neck to stifle her cries of ecstasy, and this was my cue to unleash my load inside her. Once we had both recovered a little, I looked over and saw that our nearest neighbour was still watching us, wearing a big smile. I smiled back, and she said: That looked fun. Mum looked over and said; You should come and join us sometime. Ooh, I’d like that, she said earnestly, I must tell my husband. Mum! I exclaimed without thinking, but her new buddy just laughed and asked: Are you really his mother? When mum just giggled by way of reply, she added: It’s OK, by my stage of life I’m not easily shocked. Mum asked where her husband was. He’s playing golf, she replied, he prefers 18 holes to mine. They carried on chatting for a couple of minutes; it was quite bizarre really, mum moving her hips gently against my still rigid penis deep inside her, whilst making light conversation.The bbw resumed reading her book, and mum and I lay there for ages, it felt so good. Eventually, as my erection subsided, I suggested we go and wash off in the sea, and mum reluctantly climbed off me. I hastily pulled up my trunks, and we walked down to the sea, mum still shamelessly naked. We waded in up to our waists, stood close together, and washed each others parts. The fingering and fondling went on far longer than was strictly necessary, until mum declared that she was thirsty and needed a beer. As we waded out, mum seemed to have quite forgotten she was naked, so I told her she’d better put on her bikini bottom. It’s all right, she said, we’re only going to the beach bar, and began to pull me by the hand in that direction. Now, although I’d noticed a couple of women sunbathing naked, mum was the only one heading to the bar with her fanny on show, so as you can imagine, she was generating a fair mobilbahis amount of interest, and especially amongst a small group of men at the bar, who were overtly staring at her as I ordered our drinks. She made fairly swift work of the beer, and asked the barman for another. She turned to face the men and held the cold beer against her chest, passing it back and forth across a nipple, which stiffened in response. She then lifted one leg to rest her foot on the low rail which ran along the bar, thus giving the men a more open view of her fanny. bloody hell, I thought, mum’s in a brazenly exhibitionist mood today, and she’s not even completely drunk yet, despite the beers and the sangria. Anyway, once mum had finished her second beer, and got bored with being a prick-tease, we returned to our sunbeds. After a while, I could tell that the beers and sangria were filling mum’s bladder again. I placed a hand on her lower belly, and gently pressed down and around with my fingers, which made her squirm. Don’t do that, she said. I’m bursting, I’ll wet myself, aren’t there any toilets round here. Not on the beach, I told her, but there’s always the sea, I’ll come with you. So we waded in up to our knees and I held mum against me, with one hand cupped around her crotch. I felt a gush of hot liquid flood over my hand and down my legs into the sea, as mum sighed with relief. Then it was back to the sunbeds, until I suggested it was time to go back for dinner. Cocktail first, though, mum said, as she squeezed back into her white mini-dress. So we adjourned to the hotel terrace, where I got mum to sit on my lap, kind of side-saddle, which enabled me to discretely slip a finger into her snatch, whilst we kissed long and hard.Mum had plenty to eat and drink during dinner, and as she was finishing her last cream tart she lay back in her chair and slapped her bloated belly as she let out a huge belch. I’m gonna have a job to move after that lot, she said. That’s a pity, I said, I thought we might have a stroll along to the harbour this evening. How far’s that? mum asked. It’s a bit further than where we walked to yesterday, I replied, we can take it nice and slow, and stop for a drink on the way, I added, to encourage her. But first I think a change of clothes would be good, something nice and sexy for the evening. Aren’t I sexy enough for you then, mum said with a pout, sticking her chest out. You’re the sexiest mum a son could ever wish for, I assured her, but I thought you might be in the mood for something a little more daring. Did you, said mum, warming to the idea, well I will if you will, she added, with a cheeky grin. Mum was so full, she had a job to get up out of the chair, and walked rather unsteadily to the lift. She was obviously quite drunk by now, though still fully aware of what she was doing, and I marvelled at her capacity for booze. I totted it up in my head. During the course of the day, she had consumed: the best part of a litre of bubbly, 3 beers, the best part of a litre of sangria, another 2 beers, a cocktail, and 4 glasses of wine with dinner. It was no wonder she was drunk, and it wouldn’t take much more to send her completely senseless. (to be continued, find out what happens during the evening)

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