Mom and Son Vacation Together


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Incest, Mother, Son, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Mom and son have "accidental" hotel sex.

"This story is not totally true, although I have fantasized about it happening with my son. I hope you enjoy. Any other mothers with similar feelings and desires are welcomed to contact me to explore this forbidden love."

My husband and I have been divorced for ten years. Josh has spent his time divided between us. I found the time when Josh was at his father's very difficult as he was our only child and I was alone in the house when he wasn't there.

Josh had just graduated from college and his Dad gave him a new car as a graduation present. I gave Josh a week's vacation which involved driving from Los Angeles to Portland Oregon. We had a week to enjoy a leisurely trip, stopping as we desired along the way. Our first day on the road was fun. Josh loved driving his new car and I thought it great that we liked each others company so much.

The first night in the motel was uneventful. The room had two beds and the normal hotel furnishings. Josh and I talked about life after school and other such themes. We retired early as we were both tired. The next morning I woke before Josh and when I got out of my bed to use the bathroom, I looked at Josh lying in bed and noticed that there was a rather large raised area at his groin under the sheet. I realized that Josh had a hardon in his sleep. I resisted the temptation to look more and went into the bathroom. When I exited, I noticed that Josh had turned over and was on his side. As I walked towards the window to open the curtains, Josh turned on his back again, this time the sheet had moved down his legs and I could see his penis pushing against the material of his boxer shorts. This had raised the fly open and I could see part of his penis. Instead of turning away I let my gaze linger longer than I should have. I open the curtains and told Josh time to get up. He stretched and, I guess, realized that he had a morning hardon. He rolled over and in a few moments went into the bathroom.

Well I thought, there is nothing unusual about this occurrence. After all, he is my son and we have on occasion seen each other in our underwear. However, there was something that stirred in me this time that did not seem totally motherly. Maybe it was knowing that Josh had grown into a fine young man, or being in the hotel or a combination of both. But, it was strange to have these yet unidentified or understood sensations in my body.

The next night we stopped at another hotel and after dinner we relaxed and discussed plans for the next days drive and sightseeing. I took a shower, wrapped a towel around me and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror when I noticed that I could see Josh in the bedroom. I had left the door ajar so that the steam wouldn't be so dense and fog the mirror. What I hadn't noticed was the fact the bathroom mirror was aligned with the mirror over the bedroom dresser so that you could see into the other room. Josh was standing in front of the dresser and I could tell that he was looking at me. Or at least I think he was looking at me. I felt sure that if I saw him through the mirrors, he must be able to see me.

However, when I looked back, I didn't see him any more, so he must have moved to another part of the room. Then I did something that I still can't believe I did. Something that seemed to happen without much thought. I was visioning Josh's hardon from the day before as I removed my towel and dried my hair some more. Instead of wrapping the towel above my breasts as I had done when I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped it around my waist, which left my breasts totally exposed. I tinkered at the bathroom counter and kept glancing into the other room. Finally, Josh came back into view and he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me thorough the mirrors. I reached for my hairbrush and began brushing as I kept my eye on Josh. He was definitely watching me and I could see that he was getting excited as his pants began to bulge. At this point, I came back to reality and decided it best to end the show. I put on my robe came into the room. I asked Josh if he wanted to watch TV.

He replied that it was his turn for a shower and went into the bathroom. I saw that he too had left the door ajar. I heard the water stop and knew he had stepped out of the shower. I sat on the bed looking at the mirror. I wanted to resist the urge to go to the dresser. I was fighting the feelings I was having. I knew that if I went to the mirror, the reason would be to see if I could observe Josh as he had observed me. I gave in, got up and went to the dresser. I looked into the mirror and sure enough, there was Josh in the bathroom. Naked, his penis was semi-hard. I looked at it and saw what a fine, virile man he had grown into. I was filled with motherly and womanly love for my son. Proud he was my boy, my son. But also, appreciative of his masculinity, his manhood.

The next night, fate entered into the equation. The hotel had no rooms with two beds. The only thing available was a room with one queen size. We took it and Josh said he would sleep on the sofa. Well when we got to the room there was no sofa only a couple of chairs. I told Josh not to worry there was enough room in the bed for the both of us. We agreed to share the bed and both made nervous quips about not pushing each other out of the bed during the night. This time the mirrors were not aligned properly to allow for any view of each other. But when I came out of the shower, I let my robe drape open as I moved around the room. I was certain Josh must have been able to see quick views of my pussy, but I never actually made eye contact with him to confirm it. We watched some TV and then turned the lights off and settled into our respective sides of the bed.

Sometime during the night, I became aware that Josh had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect dick. He had another hardon and it had poked out of his fly. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I didn't. I let it rest on his dick. We stayed that way for minutes. I rationalized that he was probably still sleeping and wasn't even aware of his close proximity to me or thought that I was sleeping also. Josh then draped his hand over my breast. It was done innocently and in his sleep. I should have moved it away, I should have turned over, got out of bed, done something, anything to stop what was happening.

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