Chapter 6

Their London hotel wasn’t as nice. More of a chain with a fancy exterior. Mom claimed the reservation was an error and they only needed one room. Since they shared the same last name, the clerk hadn’t even blinked.

The room itself was also pretty small, and dominated by the queen-sized bed. The small sitting area only had one chair and a small round table. The window ... well, the window let in light.

“Quite a change,” Pete mused as he set his suitcase down.

“Is that a problem?” Mom asked.

“Nah. Not really.”

“We can do something fancy later.”

“Paris?”

“Maybe.” Mom set her suitcase on the bed and popped it open. “What would you like for dinner?”

“I think you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s dessert. How about Fish and Chips?”

Pete’s eyes widened in surprise. The deep-fried fish was really very good. It was flaky and hot and the breading had a delicious seasoning he couldn’t quite identify. It was amazingly good for what was basically a take out window with a couple of tables.

But all the tables were filled, which just attested to how good the food was.

He leaned back and slowed down. He’d been eating way too fast. He wiped his mouth and reached for his drink.

Mom was looking at him, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah...” She forced a smile. “Just thinking.”

“About...?”

She glanced around the crowded shop. “You know.”

“Ah.”

“I don’t regret it,” she said quickly. “It just ... changes things.”

“Mmm.” He nodded.

She took another bite of fish and he waited while she chewed. When she’d finished, he smiled.

“Changes things for better or worse?” he asked.

“Changes things different.” She paused and collected her thoughts. “It’s like...” she glanced around again. “Like after my first time.”

“Wow.” He remembered his own loss of virginity. It’d been simultaneously amazing and mind-altering.

“Yeah ... so it’s not bad.” She sighed. “I’m just ... thinking about it.”

“Mmm.” He nodded in agreement.

“You don’t have a problem with it.” Her tone made it clear it was a question.

He shook his head.

She smirked. “If you were just a guy, this’d be easy.”

He laughed. “Yeah ... but not the same.”

“No.”

“It’s hotter.”

She grinned and nodded, and then looked around. No one nearby appeared to be paying attention. Still, she dropped her voice. “Way hotter.”

He leered at her. “Volcanic.”

“Finish your dinner,” she playfully admonished.

Taken aback, he took a big bite. She waited until he started chewing.

“It you clean your plate...,” she said, switching her tone into something he hadn’t heard since he was six, “If you clean your plate, you can have a nice peach pie for dessert.”

He almost spit out his food in laughter.

Mom arched her back and clutched the sheets. Her mouth fell into the familiar “O” as she trembled with pleasure. With one last jerk, she finished coming and collapsed back onto the bed.

Pete grinned and licked some of her juices off his lips. When she’d caught her breath, he started to move up, but she held a hand up, stopping him.

“I want to talk.”

“Now? Really?”

“Mmm hmm.” She looked down at him with a lazy smile. “But with you inside me. On your back.”

He laughed and rolled into position. She straddled him and easily sank down on his cock. Wet and hot, he gasped with pleasure.

“Mmm,” she said. “Much nicer.” She cupped her tits and started to slowly grind on him.

Which felt really good. He sighed with pleasure and put his hands on her hips.

“So,” he asked, “what did you want to talk about?”

“This. Us. What we’re going to do the rest of this trip.”

He grinned. “Hopefully a lot of this.”

“Of course.” She squeezed her pussy around his shaft and chuckled when he gasped. “But ... anything special?”

“Anal?”

She winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She nodded. “I was thinking ... maybe check out the Red Light District in Amsterdam?”

He barked a laugh in surprise.

“What?” She smirked. “Didn’t think your mom was kinky?”

“I know she’s kinky.” He pointedly looked at where they were joined together.

She laughed, which tightened her pussy around him.

“We could do that.” He started to slowly thrust up.

“Mmm, that’s nice.” She sighed. “I just thought ... if we going to break the rules, maybe we break a lot of them?”

He chuckled. “Incest isn’t enough?”

“It’s a start.” She ground her clit against him and sucked in her breath. She grinned. “A really good start.”

“So...” He put his hands on her hips. “What all do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Just ... something. Every day.”

“Besides this?” He flexed his cock inside her and she gasped.

“In addition to this.” She squeezed her pussy around his shaft and he groaned.

“Lingerie,” he said.

She nodded.

“And being flashed in public.”

She chuckled. “How about fucked in public?”

“You are kinky.”

She laughed and started raising and lowering herself on his cock again.

“What else?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Too many ideas.”

“Pick one.”

She thought for a moment as she slowly rode him. Then she smiled.

“Walking around,” she said, “full of come. My son’s come.”

He chuckled.

“I’d like that.”

“Well,” he said, “then I’d better fill you up.”

Mom wore a maxi-pad when they left the hotel late the next morning, “in case she leaked.” Which, with two loads of semen inside her from before brunch and one from the night before, was a distinct possibility.

They caught the tube to the British Museum where they walked around just like any ordinary tourists. Except for the occasional knowing smirk, they behaved just like any other mother and son on a trip to Europe.

Mostly.

They found themselves alone in one gallery for a few minutes. Pete noticed before she did, so he stole up beside her and grabbed her ass. She jumped and worriedly looked around. Then she sighed with exasperation and tsked him. He laughed as she rolled her eyes.