A Vacation for Mom

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Mom comes to Hawaii for a vacation. She winds up staying.

It was going to be an interesting week. Mom was coming to stay with me. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years. I live in Hilo, Hawaii and she lives in Boston. I work for the National Park Service at the Volcano National Park and she's a professor of Literature at Boston College. We've always been close. She was my best friend all through school and she leaned on me a lot too, especially after Dad was killed.

He was sitting at a red light and the driver of a cement truck fell asleep and hit him. He likely never knew what happened. Mom was devastated for a few months and she never really got back to that bubbly girl she was before. Over the last two years we've always meant to spend some time together, but things just kept happening. I finally just bought her a ticket and told her to come over Christmas break. She had a million reasons not to come, but I wouldn't listen and she finally agreed.

When she landed, I was waiting and when she came out of the gate, she still took my breath away. She's forty eight but she looks like she's thirty and just coming into her prime. She's tall and slender, with this amazing long black hair that hangs down to the back of her knees. She was 19 when I was born and they never wanted another child so it was just her and I after Dad died. She looked like she needed some sun. I suppose that after a couple of months of Boston winter, she hadn't seen much besides snow recently.

She saw me waiting and ran to me. She threw herself on me and we hugged. She kissed me all over my face and she was crying.

"Hey, this is supposed to be happy," I told her.

"It is," she said. "I'm just so glad to see you. Thanks for making me come."

I put my arm around her shoulders and she put hers around my waist as we walked down to get her luggage. She leaned her head against me and an older couple was walking beside us. They smiled indulgently at us. "How long have you two been married?" the lady asked.

"Two weeks," I told her. "We're on our honeymoon."

"Oh, that's so romantic," she said. "It just thrills me seeing young people in love."

"What was that?" mom laughed as they walked away.

"I didn't have the heart to tell them you're an old woman," I told her.

She punched me. "You're such a liar, Regan," she laughed.

"They're still watching," I said.

I dipped her down and gave her a kiss, lingering on those luscious lips. She gasped and held onto my neck until I pulled her back up.

"That's quite a hello," she said, looking into my eyes.

I laughed and picked up her bags. We loaded them in my truck and drove home. There was a spectacular sunset and the volcano was steaming in the background.

"It's gorgeous, Regan," she said. "I understand why you live here."

"There's room for you," I told her. "Anytime you get tired of snow, the sunny beaches await."

I got her settled in her room and cooked dinner for her. We had fresh fish and prawns. We sat together on the sofa and I fed her prawns dipped in drawn butter. We drank wine and ate chunks of fruit.

"Want to go swimming?" I asked her.

"It's dark," she said. "Can we swim in the dark?"

"It's eighty five degrees out there and the ocean feels like bath water," I told her. "Of course we can swim."

"I'll go get changed," she said.

We met on the deck and she had a striped wrap on and I brought towels. She held my hand as we walked down to the beach. I live about 200 feet up on a hill facing the beach and there's a stone path down to the water. I had a fire ready to be lit and a cooler with champagne in it down there.

"You planned this all along," she said.

"I thought you might like it," I told her.

"I love it," she said. "Are we really going to swim?"

"I am," I said. "Do you want to go with me?"

She untied a couple of strings and dropped the wrap by the fire. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen Mom in a bikini before. She was spectacular. She had a body that men would kill to touch. Her breasts were large and high, barely held in check by the little red bikini she was wearing. Her waist was tiny, looking as if my hands could circle it and it flared dramatically into hips that were slim but definitely female. Her legs were impossibly long, slender and muscular at the same time and her feet were tiny.

"Stop staring and close your mouth, Regan," she said. "You're embarrassing me."

"My God, Mom," I gasped. "You're gorgeous! I had forgotten how beautiful you are."

"Thanks, baby, but I look the same as I always have."

"I guess I just forgot," I said. "How many times a week do you work out?"

She laughed. "Four times a week, just like I always have. Are you going to stare at me or are we going swimming?"

"I'm going to stare for a couple of hours, and then we'll swim," I said.

She laughed and pulled me toward the water. I followed her and the firelight playing across her back highlighted her fantastic butt. It was firm and very round and she had a thong bikini. Her cheeks were bare and I could hardly keep myself from reaching out to give her a squeeze.

This was not what I had planned! I shook my head. "She's your mother, for God's sake," I told myself. "Get your mind out of the gutter. If she knew what you were thinking she'd be horrified!"

We waded into the surf and the water was as good as I'd promised her. We waded out until the gentle waves were bobbing us off our feet. I'm six five and I could stand a little farther out than she could. She paddled over and held onto me and we laughed and played. The feeling of her sleek body, rubbing against mine was causing undesired results and I started to feel the beginnings of an erection. I hid it for a while, keeping my hips turned away from her and adjusted myself so that my trunks held it flat. A larger wave pushed her against me and I felt her stiffen in my arms for a moment. She looked at me seriously and then laughed and splashed me.

"Stop it, Regan," she said. "It's very flattering, but I'm old enough to be your mother." She laughed at her joke and I hugged her for not making it awkward. I towed her in so she could stand up.

"I'm not doing it on purpose," I told her. "If you want me to stop, you shouldn't look and feel like that. Let's play where you're not rubbing on me for a while and I'll be better."

We swam down the beach a quarter mile and back, getting some exercise and then got out. I spread out the towels by the fire and opened the champagne. We drank it all and ate more fruit. She looked like a fire goddess in the flickering flames and I noticed she was getting a little tipsy. Her speech became slower and she lay facing me, her eyes shining in the firelight.

"I love being here with you, baby," she told me. "I've missed you so much you can't imagine."

She leaned into me and gave me a kiss. She lost her balance a little and rolled into me, pushing me over on my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest and lay half over me. I cuddled her and played with her hair for a minute. Her leg slid up over mine and I could feel the crotch of her bikini against my thigh. I ran my hand down her back and she shivered and pushed against me. She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. I nibbled on them and caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues dueled for a minute as she rubbed against me.

She pulled back with a laugh. "I think I've had too much to drink," she said. "Maybe we should go get some sleep."

She stood and pulled me up, wobbling a little, and held my hand as she led the way up the hill. She hugged me and gave me another peck on the lips before going upstairs.

"Thanks, baby," she said. "That was awesome. I can't wait for tomorrow."

It was raining when I got up in the morning. I made coffee and cubed fruit. I had some pastry and juiced some guavas. I heard her shower running and she came down in a few minutes wearing jeans and a white button up shirt. She fit in those jeans like a fifteen-year-old girl and she had the tails of the shirt tied up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. She had ridged abdominal muscles showing and it was very sexy. Her toenails were painted purple and yellow and her fingernails matched, I noticed.

She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We ate fruit and drank juice. She nibbled on a piece of pastry over coffee.

"I love how you have all this fresh fruit you can just pick up," she said. "I buy fruit at the store and it tastes like eating a piece of celery. I like celery, but I expect fruit to taste like fruit. I get some good things in the summer at the farmer's market, but that's it."

"I know," I told her. "I have mango and avocado trees and there are all kinds of people selling on the streets. The pineapples are awesome here."

The rain stopped by the time we were finished and the sun came out. I took her to the park and showed her around where I work. I had a tour planned to take her down in the volcano the next day, but she got a good look from the rim. Stan was bringing a group back when we got up on the rim.

"Is this your girlfriend, Regan?" he asked. "Yes she is," I told him. "Sadin, this is Stan. He usually takes a group down in the morning and I go in the afternoon."

"Sadin, watch out for him," Stan winked at her. "He'll sacrifice you to the goddess if you go with him. You should schedule a morning trip."

Mom just laughed and held my arm. "I trust him, Stan," she said. "He thinks I'm the goddess."

He smiled at that. "You are a goddess, Sadin. You're too beautiful to hang out with him."

"Hey, she doesn't like hairy guys," I told him.

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