The plane touched down in the Caribbean and the second we stepped off, the heat hit like a wet tongue. Mom and I were finally alone for the first time in years, just the two of us in a private villa overlooking the ocean. She was forty-five, still tight from yoga and running, and the tiny sundress she wore on the flight left nothing to the imagination. I was twenty-two and already hard just watching her ass sway as she unlocked the door.
Inside, the air conditioning did nothing to cool the tension. Mom dropped her bag and turned to me with that smile she only gave when Dad wasnt around. Were really doing this, arent we, baby?
I didnt answer with words. I pushed her against the wall, yanked the straps of her dress down, and sucked on her nipples right there in the foyer. They were thick and dark, already stiff. She moaned loud and filthy, hands in my hair, grinding her thigh against my cock through my shorts.
Fuck, youre big, she breathed. Bigger than your father.
We didnt even make it to the bedroom. I spun her around, bent her over the kitchen counter, and ripped her panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. I slammed into her in one hard thrust. She screamed my name and pushed back, taking every inch like shed been waiting years for it.
We fucked like animals that first afternoon. I pounded her from behind until her legs shook, then flipped her onto the counter and ate her out, tongue buried in her wet cunt while she pulled my hair and told me how much she loved her sons mouth. When she came she squirted all over my face. I stood up, shoved my cock back inside her, and pumped load after load deep in her pussy while she begged me to breed her.
The rest of the week was nothing but raw, nonstop sex. Mornings started with her waking me up by sucking my cock under the sheets, gagging on it until I flooded her throat. Afternoons on the private beach meant her riding me in the surf, tits bouncing, water splashing around us while she told me how much better I felt than any other man. Nights were slower but still filthy. Id fuck her ass on the balcony while the ocean roared below, stretching her tight hole until she was sobbing with pleasure and coming without touching her clit.
By the last night we were both marked. Bite marks on her tits, handprints on her ass, my cum leaking out of every hole. She climbed on top of me in the big bed, sank down on my cock, and rode me slow and deep while she looked me in the eyes.
Next vacation, she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming, were not coming home.
I grabbed her hips and drove up into her, filling her one more time while she came hard around me. We fell asleep tangled together, still joined, the sound of the waves covering our heavy breathing.
