Final Day Mum was more or less comatose with alcohol. She woke me up in the early hours struggling to get out of bed, crying: God, I'm bursting. She only managed to get as far as dragging her legs over the side of the bed before she let fly with an enormous fountain of pee. I rushed to get the metal waste paper bin and held it between her legs. I thought the noise of her power hose hitting the metal would wake the corridor. She was peeing for so long I began to wonder if the bin would be big enough to hold it all, but the flow finally eased and stopped. I emptied the bin in the toilet,… 続きを読む

(Day 5 continued) I had intended going straight back to our room, but mum objected. I'm parched, she declared, I need a drink. You'll have to make it a quick one if you still want to go on the pub crawl this evening. Of course I do, she confirmed, so we headed for the bar, where she made swift work of a large beer. We went back to our room and freshened up with a nice long shower together. There's no nicer feeling than mum's big soapy boobs and belly squishing against me. In no time at all I was rampant and slipped my cock inside her. Mum hugged herself to me so tightly I thought she… 続きを読む

Day 5 Time to get up, mum, I said, remember we're going on the coach trip today, you don't want to be late. Mum didn't look too pleased, but just said “I'm thirsty”. I got the litre bottle of Bubbly and carton of orange out of the fridge and poured her a large glass of Buck's Fizz, half and half. Mum immediately brightened up, took a long drink and smacked her lips. That's better, she said. Do you want some breakfast, I said. This'll do me, she replied, you go and get something if you want. So I went downstairs and had a quick bite to eat. By the time I got back, mum had nearly fi… 続きを読む

(The next day) I woke at about 10 o'clock. Mum was still dead to the world, so I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. When I had finished I had a look round the large lobby area of the hotel. Various excursions were advertised on posters, and I thought: that would make a change from the beach, nice as it is. One of the excursions was an all-day affair, visiting some famous caves, a pretty seaside town, and a Pearl factory. So on a whim I went up to the desk, where a very pretty but bored rep was studying her nails, and booked it for the next day. Then I stepped out onto the te… 続きを読む

(continued from part 3) Once in the bedroom she peeled off her white dress and searched amongst her small selection of clothes. She pulled out a glossy black number and wriggled into it, needless to say without any underwear. It was a micro-dress; the design of the bra-like top supported and shaped her boobs to maximum advantage, the plunging neckline revealing acres of cleavage, and it barely covered her bottom. It clung to her like a second skin, and the material was so fine it rendered the whole garment semi transparent, affording a clear view of her areola, prominent nipples, belly b… 続きを読む

I woke about 10 o'clock. Mum was still asleep. I crept out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts, and made my way out of the hotel to the main road at the front. I bought a cheap litre bottle of bubbly and a large carton of orange juice at a nearby supermarket. The I went to the hotel restaurant and collected a couple of yoghurts and a selection of cakes from the breakfast buffet, and returned to our room with them. There was a table and a couple of chairs on the balcony, so I set the things out on the table with a couple of glasses, and went back in the bedroom. Mum must have heard me,… 続きを読む

I thought it best to let mum sleep off the effects of all the alcohol. By now it was about 9 pm, so I took the opportunity to go down to the buffet restaurant for some dinner, and have a look round the hotel. I returned to the bedroom a couple of hours later, got undressed, and slipped in alongside mum's inviting, though almost comatose, body. I put my arms around her in anticipation of indulging some forbidden delights, but it had been along and eventful day, and sleep must have overtaken me. Mum woke up twice in the night in need of a pee, and both times I got her to drink some more wate… 続きを読む

I usually phone my mum about once a week to see how she is. On this occasion I was quite nervous, considering what had happened between us the previous weekend (see stories: My Mum's Birthday, and parts 2 & 3). I thought she might be quite stand-offish, or even blame me for taking advantage of her when she was so drunk. But to my relief she seemed quite her normal self, and didn't even mention what had gone on over her birthday. Either she can't remember, or she's too embarrassed, I thought, or maybe she's decided to accept the fact that our relationship had fundamentally changed. Anywa… 続きを読む

The Morning After:- I woke about 8 am. We were lying on my mum's double bed, and we were both naked. Mum was still sound asleep. The lower half of the bed felt distinctly damp. I thought about what had happened last night (see previous stories). God, it had felt so good, and the fact that it was taboo had made it all the more exciting. One thing was for sure; I had got the taste for it now and wanted more. But how would my mum react? Would she say it had all been a terrible misjudgment and tell me it couldn't happen again? She had been an enthusiastic partner all right, but would she… 続きを読む

Well, I couldn't very well argue with that, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to anyway. In truth, I was getting to really like the idea of my own mother getting completely wasted and found it quite a turn on. However, we must have slept for quite a while, it was now 8 pm and I hadn't eaten since lunchtime, so I said: I'm pretty hungry, can we have something to eat first. Mum said: I'm parched, we 'll have a drink first, then we can eat. What are you going to wear? I said. Mum thought for a moment, and then went over and opened a draw, and held up a very skimpy black tube dress. How ab… 続きを読む

I knew that my mum had let herself go a bit after my father had left her for a younger woman over a year ago. Although she was aged 50 and rather overweight, she would go out dressed in skintight leggings and a tight t-shirt with no bra, which accentuated her big round belly and surprisingly firm breasts and prominent nipples. Although no oil painting, she would get a lot of attention from some men, and would happily take drinks bought for her until she was well pissed. I had long harboured secret desires for her, in fact I first started getting improper thoughts in my teens when she took to… 続きを読む