Vacation, part 2
I know you guys have been waiting to hear what else happened on vacation, and I want you to know that I rushed through all my chores and errands this morning so I could get on here and share with you. A girl has to keep her priorities straight, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy!
So, not much happened in the days after the drunken elevator ride, as there really wasn’t any time with my son that didn’t also involve my husband.
On Friday night, though, my husband and I got dressed after dinner and went out to one of the nighttime hot spots in town. Not much to tell about it, but my husband got me drink after drink, knowing well that drunk = horny for me. Not that he needs alcohol for me to have sex with him; I think he just likes that I get a little wilder about it.
It was pretty late when we returned to the room, and I was plenty drunk. And the way my husband was feeling me up in the elevator and hallway made it clear that we were definitely going to fuck. He said it was too bad our son was there, or he’d fuck me out on the balcony. I pointed out how late it was, and said that if he was sleeping already, we could probably still get away with it.
The lights were off when we opened the door, but there was enough light coming in from the windows to see our way around. I went over to the sofa bed our son was sleeping on for the week. I leaned over him, and while he stared right into my eyes, I loudly whispered to my husband that he was definitely asleep, and we should be fine out on the balcony. My son looked very confused, but took the hint and closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep as my husband tried to sneak by and quietly open the sliding door to the balcony. I followed him out and closed the door behind us. As I suspected, the lighting outside made it impossible to see back into the room, unless you did that thing where you cup your hands around your eyes. Anyway, the point is that from the balcony, we couldn’t see our son, but I was sure he could see us.
We started kissing by the railing, but almost immediately I dropped to my knees and pulled my husband’s cock out of his pants and started sucking it eagerly. That didn’t last very long until he stood me up and bent me over the railing, lifting my dress and pulling my panties down my legs. I was dripping wet, so he easily slid into me as he stepped up behind me. While he fucked me, he unzipped my dress and pulled it down, then took off my bra so that my tits were hanging out over the railing. After a couple minutes, he let me stand up and shimmy out of my dress and step out of my panties. I had already cum twice thinking about my son watching me getting fucked, but when my husband pushed me against the living room window, it seemed like I couldn’t stop cumming over and over imagining my son jerking off to the sight of his mother’s tits smashed on the glass while getting fucked fast and hard. I finally had to beg my husband to stop because my legs were shaking and I thought they were going to collapse. He pulled out of me, and told me to grab my clothes and meet him in the bedroom. After I closed the sliding door behind me, I stopped for a moment at my son’s bed; I bent down and kissed him briefly, but deeply. I was tempted to find and grab his cock, but my husband was telling me to hurry up. I told him he couldn’t make my legs all wobbly and then expect me to move fast in stripper heels. Then I gave my son another quick kiss before stumbling into the bedroom. My husband shut the door before he tossed me onto the bed and made me yelp and moan my way through three more orgasms before he finished inside me.
I don’t know if it was real or my imagination, but I definitely felt like my son was looking at me very differently the next day. Nothing happened on Saturday, but yesterday (Sunday) I had my seat reclined in the car when we stopped for gas. After my husband had filled the tank, he went in to use the restroom and pick us up some snacks and drinks. As he was walking away from the car, my son (who was sitting behind me) started rubbing my shoulders. I sighed a little and told him how good that felt. He asked if I was sure I didn’t mind his hands on me, and I told him I didn’t mind at all, and that I would love to feel his hands on me anytime he wanted. I was well aware of the unspoken subtext of the brief exchange, and even knew what the conversation was leading to, but I was far less prepared than I thought when during a similar stop that afternoon I felt his hands slip under the straps of my sundress and then down into the dress itself to cup my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened, and his fingers easily found them and started playing with them. Any resistance I had was gone in a moment, and I pulled up the hem of my dress and started rubbing my clit while I gave my son instructions on how to better tease and pleasure my nipples. I was really deep into it when my son said my husband was coming. I opened my eyes and could see him through the window at the checkout counter. As my son started to pull his hands back, I grabbed one of them with my free hand and begged him not to stop yet because I was so close. I could tell he was nervous, but he grabbed my nipples again and started squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. “Harder,” I gasped right on the edge, and as I watched my husband start walking toward the door, my fingers on my clit and my son’s fingers on my nipples pushed me over that edge, and I moaned and shook my way through a surprisingly powerful orgasm. My son pulled his hands out of my dress as the gas station door opened, and I pulled my dress back down over my legs, set my seat upright, and tried to settle myself as my husband walked back to the car.
A little ways down the road, I sent my son a text that said, “Thank you! That was… intense! Felt wonderful! I love you!“ And while I berating myself for being a silly little schoolgirl for sending a text like that, I got back a text that said, “Luv u 2″ which turned me into a huge pile of mush for the next 50 miles or so.
So now I’m really nervous and flustered to think about what might happen this afternoon when he gets home from school. Speaking of which, is going to be pretty soon. Guess this took longer to write out than I thought it would! Maybe if I was typing with two hands more often than with one hand. Hee hee! OK, time to change into my exercise outfit! I’ll try to get some asks answered and respond to some messages while I do it.