My mother was still relatively young at 35, but I was still shocked at how amazing they looked—very well-defined without a bit of fat or cellulite. She’d later tell me that she had started working out with a trainer while I was at school. It was definitely making an impact.
When we arrived in Amsterdam, it was late and we were both wiped out from the flight. We decided to find a hotel and crash for the night before making our way to Copenhagen the next day. We found a hotel not far from the airport and got a room. When we walked in the room, however, there was a problem. Only one queen-sized bed. My mother called down to the desk to see if they could find another room with two beds, but the staff person told her they didn’t have any such rooms left.
“It’s alright, Mom,” I said. “I can just sleep on the floor. No big deal.”
“No you won’t,” she said, shaking her head. “I won’t have you getting a tight neck from a bad night’s sleep on our first night here. We can share the bed. It’s not the end of the world.”
I was fine with that scenario, if she was. As I got ready for bed, mom hopped in the shower to freshen up after a long day. By the time the shower turned off, I was in bed nearly asleep. She came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. I pretended to be asleep as she walked to her suitcase opposite the bed. Her back was to me, but I could make out the shape of her upper body and ass pretty well. I have to admit, I was blown away. She looked amazing.
Then, it happened. She bent over a bit to reach into her bag and the towel lifted up just enough for me to see her pussy from behind. It was a perfect mound with two well-tucked lips.
My cock immediately began to grow in my boxers. I closed my eyes again as she whirled around to see if I was awake. When she turned back around I opened my eyes to see her drop the towel. She stood naked while pulling out an over-sized t-shirt and sliding it over her body.
I only saw my mother nude for a second, but she was the living embodiment of perfection. Her skin was tan and smooth. Her ass was tight and round, but not too big. While I didn’t get a good view of her breasts, I could tell they were a nice handful without being overly large. How could this be the woman who gave birth to me 20 years ago?
She crawled into bed and turned off the lights, but I couldn’t have been more awake, my cock now at full size in my boxers.
Within minutes, I could hear her breathing become deeper and knew she was asleep. I looked over at this sleeping beauty, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, and my thoughts went to a place they’d never been before. She rolled over on her side facing me, and when she did her t-shirt slid up just enough so that I could see a small patch of pubic hair just above her pussy.
Double-checking to see she was asleep, I pulled down the sheet, slid down my boxers down and released my hard-on. I took all eight inches of my now-hard cock in my hand as I stared across the bed at my beautiful mother. I began to stroke up and down as I gazed upon her pussy lips. I knew it was wrong, but I pictured what they must feel like, taste like.