Chapter 7

Pete lay on the mattress, feeling the warmth of Mom’s skin in his side. She’d gone silent, silent enough to hear the traffic outside. He gently rubbed her upper back as she continued to breathe steadily and regularly.

After a few minutes, he prompted, “Like it too much...?”

“Mmm ... not like falling in love.” She snorted. “Not doing that.”

“Thank God,” he joked. “I mean, I love you—”

“But not that way.” He could feel her smile. “We’re not making love. We’re fucking.”

“Yep.”

“Yeah ... It’s good, and...”

“Too good?”

“Yeah.”

“Like how?” he asked.

“Like ... you remember when you used to like McDonald’s hamburgers?”

“Loved them.” He smiled at the memory of going with both his parents for his birthday one year, back when things were good. He’d been ... six? Seven?

“And remember when you discovered good burgers? Like from Tom’s Tavern?”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

“So when was the last time you went to McDonald’s?”

“I can’t remember,” he admitted.

“So...?”

“Yeah. But...”

“But what?” she asked. She’s relaxed as they’d talked.

“Tom’s isn’t the only place I go for good burgers.”

It was her turn to chuckle.

“Besides,” he continued, “you said this was only when we were in Europe.”

“I did?”

“I thought so.” He gently rubbed her shoulder. “At least that’s what I understood.”

“Mmm ... so ... Tom’s burgers until we get home?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

Her hand, that had been resting on his chest, started to slide lower. “Think you can go again?”

“You want another burger?” he teased.

“As many as I can get.”

Pete’s bladder woke him up just before dawn. He stumbled to the bathroom, and instead of standing to pee, just sat down on the toilet.

He was drained. And sore. His dick actually hurt after all the fucking from the night before.

He’d lost track of how many times Mom had come. He’d only managed twice more himself—once doggy-style and once in missionary. She’d tried to suck him hard after the last one, but he’d been too tired. She’d settled for playing with her clit until she came one last time.

His mom was insatiable.

Tom’s burgers indeed.

He finished and returned to the bedroom. Mom had rolled to her back and now snored softly. He sank into the one desk chair and watched her chest rise and fall.

He still couldn’t believe it. He’d spent the night fucking his mother.

A twang of guilt hit. He’d done some kinky things before—that girlfriend in college who’d been into spanking came to mind—but this was way, way out there.

But the egg was cracked, as Mom liked to say. He couldn’t exactly unfuck her.

And it was amazing sex.

Which raised the question ... could he stop?

Did he want to?

He mentally counted the days left in their vacation. There was plenty of time before he had to make that decision.

Mom shifted, and the blankets slid down. Her legs parted just a bit and a gleam came into his eye.

He knew just how to wake her up.

Mom came out of the shower still drying her hair. She was nude and she grinned when she caught him checking her out.

“So what do you want to do today?” she asked.

“The London Eye, Big Ben, and shopping.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Shopping?”

“Lingerie.” He gestured at his crotch. “I should recover by dinner.”

She smirked. “I already brought some lingerie.”

“Then wear it. With a skirt.”

“Mmm ... I will if you go commando.”

He laughed. “Deal.”

They actually did go lingerie shopping right before lunch, in this little boutique they passed. Mom didn’t see anything she liked, especially at the elevated prices, but they had fun talking about what might look good. The clerk only gave them a few confused looks. Mom only bought one outfit that she promised he’d see later.

On the London Eye, they shared their compartment with about a dozen other people, so while they enjoyed the view from the top of the carousel, nothing naughty happened. Afterward, they walked along the Thames mostly enjoying the view.

After a ways, the crowd thinned. Mom pointed to two empty park benches facing each other.

“Sit,” she said.

He chuckled. “And you’ll sit across from me?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Well, then.” He sank onto the park bench, leaned back, and crossed one leg across the other.

Mom sat across from him, first demurely, with her legs together. But then she tugged at her skirt, raising it a bit. She gave him a salacious grin as she brought it above her knees. She widened her thighs, but of course he still couldn’t see anything because of the angle. She glanced all around while biting her lip.

Then she yanked her top up, exposing her breasts.

He laughed in surprise.

She only held her top up a few seconds—long enough for him to realize she was wearing a bra—before she lowered it back down and gave him a faux-demure look.

“You’re a tease,” he joked.

She nodded toward something behind him. He heard voices and surmised someone was coming. Beyond her, he could see other people approaching as well.

If they were going to play flashing games, they needed some place just a little more private.

They didn’t find any good spots for flashing games around any of the tourist spots. It was just too crowded. Mom did pull off a brief up-the-skirt flash in the cab on the way back to the hotel, but Pete really didn’t see anything given the angle. The driver didn’t either, which was probably the point.

Mom modeled her new lingerie—a silky dark green teddy. He ended up fucking her in it before they fell asleep. The next morning he woke her in what was becoming the usual way—his tongue on her clit and between her lower lips until she came.

That day, they once again wandered the tourist areas. Mom slipped into a men’s shop to buy him a couple of cheap ties, ones that were definitely not his style. He started to object, but she shushed him, saying he’d thank her later. He waited until they were out of the shop.

“I don’t need ties,” he said.