A Son and Mother Go on Vacation

This is a story about a character named Khanna, a 19-year old college student. It contains themes of incest. Hope you enjoy it!

A college student, I love to go to the gym because it helps me maintain a healthy body and boosts my energy levels. I also like to explore different workout routines and try new fitness challenges to keep myself motivated and engaged in my fitness journey.

My family is a well-off one; my parents have summed up enough to live comfortably. My dad owns two software companies, while my mom, Padmaja, is a beautician and fashion designer.

I am an only child and because of my parents' work schedule, I spend most of the time at my grandma's house, which is a couple of miles away from ours.

Dad travels often around Australia, America, and India for work My mother is a very alluring woman. When I was young, she adored me a little too much and pampered me so much that I missed her very much while she was at work. Because of her time-intensive job, she rarely stayed home, and my desire to be with her increased.

One time, I accidentally saw her naked when she had come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body, dripping with water. Her wet hair, which glistened like silk, stunned me. Man! She was a goddess; even though she was 41 and chubby, I could see how her daily yoga exercises kept her in shape and formed her body. I couldn't help but admire her beauty and grace in that moment. It was a fleeting glimpse, but it left a lasting impression on me.

And as time passed, my love for her turned to much stronger emotions--lust and longing. I yearned for her touch, her presence, and the intimacy we could share. Every interaction with her fueled my desire, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. The thought of being with her consumed my thoughts day and night, driving me to take risks and make bold moves.

The day I was anticipating had finally come, while I was home for the holidays.

I was standing in front of the main door and I rang the bell. After a couple of seconds, I heard the lock clicking sound, and the door opened, revealing my mother, my goddess.

She was wearing a lacy robe, tightened at the waist. I could see the outlines of her bra and panties. Seeing her in that transparent robe, I could feel my pants tighten, and there was a tingling sensation inside me. I'm sure my mother noticed me looking at her with lust in my eyes.

"Arey, Khanna, you didn't tell me you were coming home."

She hugged me, throwing her arms around my neck, her bosom pressed against my chest. I wanted to melt into her arms right in that moment. They were so soft and inviting.

I quickly pulled away, trying to hide my growing desire, and stammered, "I...I wanted to surprise you, Mom."

She smiled warmly, oblivious to the internal struggle I was facing. "Okay, let's get inside."

"Where's dad?" I asked. "It's been a while since I last saw him."

"Oh, he's upstairs. He's going to Australia in the evening."

"Okay, I'll go and say 'hi' to him," I responded

I went upstairs to meet him, and he was on the phone when he saw me. He just waved his hand. I smiled, not bothered by his usual self. I know he's busy, so busy that he doesn't have time for his son. It is what it is. He gestured for me to sit, as he finished his call. While I was waiting, Mom joined us.

After she came and saw us, she sighed and called my dad's name in a stern voice. Then he cut off his call and joined us.

While we were talking, my mother said, "Khanna, why don't you go freshen up? We will go and drop your father off at the airport together."

Nodding my head, I got up, then she stopped me. She said, "Your room has been under maintenance; we didn't know you were coming, so it's still a mess there. Why don't you go to the master bedroom and freshen up there?"

"Okay," I said.

I walked towards their bedroom. The room was a blend of elegance and comfort, with soft lighting and a cosy atmosphere. As I entered, I noticed the neatly made bed and the soothing scent of lavender.

The bathroom was opulent with marble counter tops, a large bathtub, and a spacious shower, luxurious amenities and plush towels.

Looking at the spacious tub, I was reminded of my mother and her naked body lying in there. What a sight it would be! My eyes were then drawn to the wooden bucket with clothes in it. Instantly, my mind thought of only one thing: her panties. I found her panties,. I brought the used panties to my nose, sniffing them. My hand moved downwards, unzipped my pants, took my half-hard penis into my hand, stroking it.

Then I put the panties on my hard cock, feeling the fabric on my shaft, and moved it up and down, thinking of my mother. The images of the robe-adorned figure and those soft breasts came to me. Within no time, I ejaculated my load on the floor. I was careful enough not to spray her in her panties.

The desire to get in between her thighs had increased even more, and now that my father was leaving, I can try as much as I want.

After finishing my shower, I came out of the bathroom to see that neither of them were in the living room or upstairs. As I was looking, I heard noises from my dad's office.

The door to the room was slightly ajar, and what I saw made me both angry and jealous.

My father was having sex with her. They had their clothes on, my mother, her robe rolled up, and my father was behind her, moving slowly and pushing in and out, and he groaned loudly.

"Arrgg! You finished again, and that was inside. Seriously, can't you last a little longer? I am getting so tired of this. You come as you please, finish your business, and leave me feeling unsatisfied. It's not fair that you prioritise your own pleasure over my needs. I deserve better than this."

"Woman, your son can hear you." He said.

My mother glared at him and said, "Didn't you think of him when you brought me here?" My mother's words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment and frustration. She had reached her breaking point, tired of being treated as an afterthought in their encounters.

"We will take care of it after we come back. Our son is in the house," he said, trying to use me as an excuse.

"Even if he wasn't present, you would be the same."

Dad let out a sigh and said, "Let's go out now. I have to leave. and Can we talk later?"

Seeing as they were coming out, I quickly ran towards the living room as nimble as possible.

A couple of minutes later, they both came down, and my eyes were drawn to my mother. She was absolutely stunning in her dress. She wore a green saree with a low-cut blouse. Her cleavage was covered with the saree fabric, leaving just a hint of her delicate collar bone visible. The vibrant colour of the saree complemented her olive skintone perfectly, making her look even more radiant.

As I was watching her, there was a tinge of sensation down my crotch that I couldn't ignore. It was a mix of excitement and embarrassment, as I realized I was growing aroused by my own mother's beauty.

We stepped out of the house and settled into the car. My mom broke the silence, a wistful smile on her face. "While you're off to Australia, you'll have a nice time there." She exchanged a knowing glance with my dad. "And here we are, stuck in this summer heat."

My dad chuckled in response. "Well, at least I won't have to deal with the scorching heat here."

"Dad!" I interjected.

"What?" he innocently replied. Sensing an opportunity, I turned to him with a hopeful expression and asked, "Can we go on a holiday or something? Both Mom and I. Somewhere cooler."

I shot a pleading look at my mother, silently praying that she'd be on board with the idea.

"Yes, that would be great," she chimed in, glancing at my dad, her tone suggesting that it was more of a formality than a genuine request.

"Honey, can we go?" Her words sounded like a casual suggestion, but my dad, seemingly powerless against her charm, simply nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but think, Damn! Dad is no match for my mom.

"Go where you like, but be sure to take care of your mother," he replied.

I nodded, slyly grinning at my dual interpretation of his words.

"Okay, we should go to the Maldives; I've always wanted to go there. We both can stay there until summer, and if we get bored in the middle, we can go somewhere else," she said.

"Sure, but don't bother me."

"Okay, dad, sure."

My mother ignored his words and started talking to me about how excited she was to travel somewhere cool.

With Mom's idea in mind, the three of us headed to the airport to drop my father off. As they bid their goodbyes, my parents shared a kiss, leaving me feeling a bit awkward.

Dad waved his hands. "Okay," he said, hugging both of us before heading inside.

Mom and I decided to grab a meal before heading home. As we sat back, Mom proposed, "Shall we go to the Maldives tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Your wish, Mom. Anything's fine with me, as long as I get to spend time with you."

"Oh, my sweet boy. I missed you too, baby."

"Let's book the flight tickets tomorrow morning," she suggested.

Once we returned home, we gathered in the living room. I brought my laptop, and we scrolled through the various resorts. Mom and I carefully considered each option, searching for the perfect beach view: one place had a private beachfront home boasting three rooms, a swimming pool, and a bathtub in the bathroom had caught our attention. After discovering the enticing offer of free Wi-Fi, we promptly booked the house and secured all our tickets.

Excitement filled the air as Mom exclaimed, "Khanna, its done. Finally, my dream of going to the Maldives is about to come true."

Feeling the need to prepare, I suggested, "I need to pack the luggage. Let's go and do it."

Mom reassured me, "You don't need much; just pack three sets of clothes and personal things. We can buy new clothes once we're there, suited to the local dressing style. Let's go and see."

"Okay, Mom," I replied. A concern crossed my mind: "And where will I sleep? There seems to be an issue with my room."

Mom, with a touch of nostalgia, shared, "Why don't you come and sleep in my room? The bed is big enough for the two of us. And I missed cuddling with you. When you were little, you never let go of me, even in your sleep."

The thought of cuddling with her made me jump and feel warm inside. I smiled.

I agreed, "Okay, Mom. I missed you so much."

As Mom went upstairs, I remained downstairs, engrossed in watching TV without any disturbances.

Thinking Mom must have gone to sleep, a wave of drowsiness overcame me. I ascended the stairs, opened the door, and found Mom in a nightie. The sight of her in that made my heart beat faster.

My dick stirred in my shorts and danced to my lustful gaze. Controlling myself, I got on the bed.

Waking up to the sound of me climbing the bed, Mom turned around and patted the bed beside her, gesturing for me to lay beside her. I hesitated for a moment. To be close with her, just a few centimeters away from her, will I be able to control myself? The desire to be close to her overwhelmed me, and I cautiously laid down beside her. As we lay there together, a mix of emotions and forbidden thoughts flooded my mind.

Mom kissed my forehead and said, "I love you, son."

I replied, "I love you too, mom."

She fell asleep, and I tried to, too.

Thought I did, but no, I couldn't sleep. Her scent was driving me crazy. She was sleeping with her back towards me, her plump ass and the hair falling softly on her shoulders. It took all my willpower to resist the temptation, but I knew I had to resist before it spiralled out of control.

I put my leg over her calves and moved closer to her. Her ass was pressed into my crotch, and my hardness grew in my shorts. She moved slightly, rubbing her back on my crotch in her sleep.

Letting out a gasp, I just put my hand over my stomach and drowned in the sensation, soon falling asleep.

I didn't know when I fell asleep; when I got up, my mother wasn't there beside me.

Then she walked into the room, all dressed up. I sat on the bed, taking in the glory of looking at her.

She was dressed in skin tight black jeans, and a blouse with a little cleavage tease. Her bosom looked like it was about to fall out of her blouse.

I cursed at my luck; all I could do was just stare at her. The desire to fuck her was growing inside me.

"Good morning; get up and get ready. We have to leave."

"Okay, Mom. You look really good today in this dress."

"Thank you!" She replied. "I've started dressing more like this since you've been away; it looks more like the fashion here."

I headed into the bathroom and got ready before coming downstairs.

Mom had prepared a tiffin, and we both enjoyed a quick meal before heading to the airport to catch our flight to Maldives.

Upon arrival, I couldn't help but notice everyone dressed in very sexy. Mom and I decided to explore a shopping mall, picking up suitable clothes before heading to our resort house.

After settling into our room, I lay down for a moment and rested. The journey was tiring, and by the time we got up, we realised it was already 4 in the evening. As we explored the house, we discovered a beautiful swimming pool.

Mom suggested, "Khanna, let's go out and see the beach."

While we were on our way, Mom said, looking at the shakes, "Let's try those milkshakes."

"Okay, mom."

She said, sipping, "How is it? It's very good."

"Yes, mom, it's very good," I said, looking at her breasts.

She smiled mischievously.

After we finished our drinks, we walked toward the beach.

Mom looked at the beach with immense joy.

We strolled around the beach for a while until I noticed people playing in the water wearing bikinis. Curious, I asked Mom if we could join them.

"Sure, we can. Let's stop by the house and get changed. And you shouldn't say I wore a bikini, your father would fume if he found out."

"I promise I won't tell him." I was waiting, to see her in a bikini. As we made our way back to the house, I couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of her wearing a bikini for the first time. I wondered how it would feel to be among those confident beach goers, enjoying the sun and water.

As we reached the house, she went into her room, and I went into mine to get ready.

Wearing the shorts and shirt which I brought earlier, I left my room and waited for my mom.

After a while, she opened the door and came out of the room, looking at her body and checking herself.

My jaw dropped to the floor. Her bosom was held by a flounced top piece, and the skirted bottom barely covered her. I couldn't help but blush. Her big breasts, her plump ass on her back, and her plush stomach made her look incredibly sexy. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to compose myself.

She asked, "How do I look?"

I looked her in the eye, then and said, "Mom, you look so hot."

"Thank you."

Then she put her hands back on her bottom; she was trying to get at something, as though she were uncomfortable. Seeing her struggling, I asked, "What happened, mom?"

"Something is poking in my bottom; I don't know what it is."

Then I walked up to her and said, "Let me help you." I stood behind her, seeing her big butt up close. The softness of the skin and the thickness, god! I just wanted to bury my face in her two cheeks.

I saw the tag, which was still attached to the bottoms, and said, "It's the tag; that was what poked you."

"Oh, then remove it."

I tried to pluck it out, but it was tightly attached. I moved my face down on her ass, telling her that I would pluck it out with my mouth.

Her soft ass buns pressed against my cheeks. I wanted to bite it and lick it until I was satisfied, but I couldn't--not yet.

I knew for a fact that mom was aware of me oogling at her. She wasn't saying anything. There was this tension between us, and I made sure I met my goal by the end of this trip.

While we were finishing up with the clothes, clouds started forming outside. Soon, it started raining.

"What is this? It's suddenly raining," mom said.

"It rains in the afternoons in the summer sometimes. I'm sure it won't last long," I replied.

"Until then, we'll have to pass the time in here," she said as she slumped on the couch.

I noticed a massage bottle in the cupboard of the bathroom earlier. So, I went in and got it out quickly. I offered to give her a massage to pass the time, and she gladly accepted. As I started massaging her shoulders, the sound of rain hitting the windows created a soothing ambiance in the room.

"You have strong hands; I am feeling better already," she said with a contented sigh. "I can't remember the last time I had a massage like this." I continued to work on her tense muscles, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere created by the rain outside.

I worked on calves, slowly moving my way upside, all while waiting for an objection.

Getting no response from her, I continued my way to her thighs, carefully applying pressure to release any built-up tension. The rain seemed to intensify, adding to the tranquility of the moment. As I worked on her thighs, she let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the relaxation.

My heart beat so fast as I was nearing her ass, and I waited for a second to see if she had any objections. With her eyes closed, she lay motionless. I took it as a sign of her comfort and proceeded to massage her buttocks, using gentle yet firm strokes.

She moaned under breath, and her hands formed into fists under her head. She was still completely relaxed, but her body was responding to the massage. I continued to apply pressure, focusing on releasing any tension in her muscles.

Her moans were increasing as I continued to knead her ass cheeks to my heart's content, ensuring that I maintained a steady rhythm.

Then she said, "Son, its- its enough." Her breathing was haggard and uneven.

I stopped with my massage as she got up and said, "I will take a bath now. Its good after a massage."

I stood there to watch her leave her room and close the door. I looked down to see my bulge in the shorts. I was so engrossed in the massage that I forgot it was hard.

Shaking my head, I went into my room and entered the bathroom. I beat my meat, thinking of her oiled cheeks, and soon reached the peak of pleasure.

I got out of the bathroom and fell on the bed, my mind reeling with the sensation of skin on my hands. As I lay on the bed, my mind filled with the lingering sensation of her soft skin against my hands. I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible relaxation and pleasure that a massage can bring.

*

As I lay in bed, drifting into sleep, the day's events replayed in my mind. The warmth of her skin, the uncertainty in my interactions with Mom. Eventually, fatigue overcame me, and I succumbed to slumber.

Nightfall enveloped my surroundings, and when I awoke, the room was shrouded in darkness. A sudden sense of unease gripped me as I called out for Mom. The silence that followed intensified my concern. I searched the rooms, my steps echoing in the quiet space, but she was nowhere to be found.

Worry etched across my face, I hurried outside, my eyes scanning the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar figure. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the sand, but Mom was not there. Frustration and anxiety intertwined within me as I made my way to the restaurant, my mind racing with thoughts of where she could be.

Upon entering, I spotted her sitting at a table with a man, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. My heart sank, and a surge of conflicting emotions swept over me. A gnawing feeling of abandonment mingled with frustration, and I couldn't shake the sense of betrayal that clouded my thoughts.