A Vacation Full of Surprises

Around the middle of the afternoon Patrick exited the house to find us all in the pool water. "Mind if I join you guys out here or is it a family only affair?"

"You're welcome ANYtime," my Mom added the unnecessary emphasis onto the word.

"Thanks Lucy, I'll make sure to take you up on that." Patrick smiled. I wasn't sure if he had picked up on my Mom's innuendo, but it caused her to blush and suppress a smile regardless.

"You throw a football Patrick?" Jack interjected from his end of the pool. Jack was the quarterback for our High School and took any opportunity he had to throw the football around, even enlisting me from time to time.

"Sure, thing man! Let me just grab one from inside." He returned and tossed the ball effortlessly to Jack, who had exited the pool.

Jack examined the ball and exclaimed when he saw the name of a prominent college from the south stitched into the leather.

"Yeah, I played there in college." Patrick replied modestly to a very impressed Jack. They tossed back and forth, both spinning effortless spirals that zipped into the other's waiting hands. I watched Patrick move intently. Everything seeming so effortless to him and his muscles rippling satisfyingly with every throw.

"Jack could learn a thing or two from him," I murmured to my similarly interested mother. Jack threw the ball quite well already so I may have been somewhat unfair, but images of Patrick in tight football pants were dominating my imagination and I couldn't help a little bias.

"Oh honey, Patrick has someTHING you just can't teach." She raised her eyebrows for effect and I got her meaning.

"MOM!" I exclaimed in a whisper, playfully splashing her with water. She laughed and splashed back. I guess my Mom was also plenty interested in what was between Patrick's legs.

We continued to enjoy the pool area until the evening approached. Jack convinced me to accompany him on a hike. Patrick and my Mom hung back, Patrick to shower after a long day and my Mom wanting to knock out a couple work things she had put off.

Jack and I returned a little over 45 min later, the sun just beginning to set. He went to jump in the pool immediately to wash off the sweat. I went to change and maybe shower.

As I walked down the hallway to the room, I heard sounds coming from what I thought might be Patrick's room. They got clearer as I got closer.

"Shit! Yes Lucy, right there, keep doing that." That was clearly Patrick talking to my Mom.

"What the hell is going on?" I wondered to myself. I slowed as I got closer to his door, not wanting to get caught in the act of snooping. I could see the door was about a quarter of the way open and what I saw made my heart stop.

My Mom was on her knees, clad only in her swimsuit bottoms, lips and both hands working the biggest cock I'd ever laid eyes on. I'd fucked several boys through High School and College, given blowjobs and handjobs to a few more. Some cocks were bigger than others, but none compared to this monster.

I could see them both from the side, Patrick seated on the couch, his right side to me. He sat completely naked, his cock standing at a marvelous height. My mother was on her knees between his legs. Her large ass sticking out and boobs bouncing with exertion as she sucked him.

She was doing what looked to be a good job, Patrick was voicing his encouragement and leaning back, groaning with pleasure. My Mom was choking, and slobbering all over him, fondling his large balls and grinning whenever she would come up for air. I hadn't seen many pornos, but my Mom would've looked right at home in one of them with what she was doing and the size of the cock she was handling!

I must have first seen them as they were nearing completion because it wasn't long before Patrick warned her that he was on the verge of cumming. My Mom pulled her lips from his cock and vigorously stroked it with both hands.

"Right on my tits, Pat. Cum right on these big fucking tits. I know you've been staring at them and wanting this since I got here. I want to see your big fucking monster unload on my tits." Damn that was dirty, I had never even dreamed of my Mom talking like that. I couldn't deny its eroticism though and I felt my pussy tingle with excitement.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw Patrick erupt onto my Mother's waiting chest. I quickly realized where I was and escaped into the bedroom before I could be seen now that they were finishing.

The image had been very hot, but removed from it now, the seriousness of my Mom's actions began to hit me. My dad would be devastated to know my Mom was cheating on him. "How could she do this!?" I was starting to get angry with her.

She picked that exact moment to slip into the room, unaware that I was there. She turned and her face drained of all color as she saw me seated on the bed. Mortified, I realized her boobs were still decorated with the pearl necklace Patrick had happily gifted her.

"You fucking slut!" My rage was about to boil over and I was struggling to keep myself from shouting.

"Dammit, Belle. Honey, I didn't want you to see this. Just let me explain." She begged as I tried to push past her. I had no interest in her explanation. I felt I couldn't even be in the same room as this woman.

"Sit the fuck down young lady." She grabbed my arm forcefully. She had never got that physical with me, despite the fact that I could have likely pushed by with relative ease, my surprise allowed her to push me back onto the bed.

"You're gonna sit right the fuck there and listen as I explain this to you." Her baby blue eyes steeled with determination, her cum covered boobs jiggling as she wagged a finger at me dramatically. It would've been somewhat comical if the moment hadn't been so serious.

I was still furious, but something about her demeanor convinced me to stay. She pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

"Uhhhhh...where do I begin?" she wondered aloud. She had one hand on her hip and the other still massaged her brow. Her boobs hung from her chest right in front of me, still covered in Patrick's impressive amount of cum.

"How about you wipe the cum off your tits?" I retorted. I added "Slut," under my breath for good measure.

"You don't talk to me like that young lady." She glowered at me, but at least reached for a towel to clean herself.

"Maybe you shouldn't act like one then," I returned sullenly. My anger was not dissipating at all and my patience for this mess was growing thin. My Mom remained silent until she had toweled off and covered herself with a t shirt.

"Okay...so...a couple years ago, your father cheated on me." That was quite the bombshell.

"So, you wait until the perfect opportunity to get him back?" I wasn't interested in a blame game.

"NO! Fuck Belle, just shut up and let me finish!" My Mom's words stung and I could feel my anger turning to tears.

"Shit, Belle, I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't talk to you like that. I'm just taking my frustration out on you. I'm sorry baby." She sat on the side of the bed and wrapped me in a hug. I let her and I began to sob into her shoulder.

"It's okay Belle, this wasn't some elaborate revenge scheme." She rocked me back and forth and despite everything, I could feel myself start to calm me down.

"A couple of years ago, your Dad was at an office party and he and one of his coworkers had sex. She was moving in a couple weeks and had the hots for him for a while and wanted to give him a parting gift." My Mom softly rubbed my back and my tears started to slow and I was gaining control of myself.

"He felt awful about it and literally told me the next day. I was livid at him, but I was also ridiculously turned on. I was so confused." I looked at her, shocked by the revelation. She averted her eyes, ashamed of her confession.

"We talked it out, and we were honest with each other. I believed him that it was just a one-time mistake. He didn't judge me for a weird sexual kink."

"Well yeah, cause it meant he might get to fuck other girls." I immediately regretted my stinging barb when I saw my Mom's hurt reaction. I reached back in for a hug and mumbled, "Sorry."

She patted my head to let me know it was okay and continued. "I couldn't just let him go around doing whatever, we were a family and had a reputation. I didn't want people to look at us differently."

Doing the math, I realized I must've been in high school at the time. How had I been so oblivious to all this?

"So, we came up with a sort of system. Absolutely no more penetration outside our marriage. But, oral sex was free game. We also had to tell the other after it happened. For me, it's a huge turn on to hear and tell him about it. It's also a little punishment for him for cheating and going all the way. He doesn't like to hear about it near as much as me." My Mom couldn't help but smile, albeit halfheartedly, at that.

"That's mean," I half smiled so she knew I was teasing, at least a little bit.

"He thought so too, until I started telling him about some of the other Moms in the neighborhood." She winked at me as I pulled away flabbergasted.

"Are you telling me..." I began.

My Mom just shrugged. "Girls do it better."

I just shook my head in disbelief, then a light bulb. "Wait! Any of my friends...?" I stared at her in fear.

"No, no, honey of course not. We made sure that it would never get back to or affect the two of you." Referencing my brother as she reassured me.

"Okay, so you're telling me...Dad's okay with that?" I gestured towards the door and Patrick's room.

"Well, he won't be thrilled when I tell him how big Patrick's dick is," she giggled and I smiled a little in spite of all this. "But, yes. And I'm sure he's not gonna go wanting during this whole time away either."

I shook my head. This was way more than I ever wished to know about my parent's sex lives. I couldn't help but to be impressed, and a little turned on by how sexually liberated my Mother was though.

She leaned in and stroked my hair back behind my ear. "I'm sorry sweetie. I really wish you'd never found out, and definitely not like that." She nodded towards the door.

"It's okay." I hugged her tightly. It was definitely a lot to learn, but my parents were adults and more than capable of their own choices. Hell, they'd made all mine until a few years ago. As long as this worked for them and they weren't headed for a messy divorce or something I was okay with it. Who was I to judge?

She held me out at arm's length. "Are we good?" concern tracing her face.

"Yes Mom, I'd just rather not catch you at it again." I said pulling her back into a hug. We stayed like that for a while. Eventually, it was time to prepare dinner and go about our evenings.

Over dinner I couldn't meet Patrick's gaze. Not only because of his tryst with my Mother, but also the image of his penis was burned into my brain. Dinner passed without any incident and it wasn't long before Jack and I decided to turn in.

I lay in bed, clad in panties and t shirt, reading when my Mom came in the room. She looked a little flustered.

"Everything okay Mom?" I asked. I wasn't quite sure that I wanted to know the answer since she had been alone with Patrick for a little while.

"Umm...yes and no." she answered with a grimace.

"What?" My curiosity as well as my concern were piqued.

"It's about Patrick." She seemed reluctant to continue.

"He didn't force himself on you, did he?" My mind immediately leapt to the worst possibility.

"No, no of course not. He's the perfect gentleman." She reassured me.

"Apart from fooling around with a married woman," I mentioned cheekily.

"We all have our vices," My Mom joked. "No, the problem is I don't trust myself around him." I looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.

"He's just such a hunk, and by God that penis is a gift," she added with a dreamy expression on her face. "If I keep fooling around with him...I don't know that I can resist having sex with him."

"TMI Mom," she just rolled her eyes at me. We were well past that stage at this point.

"I told him as much, you'd be proud of me. Saying no to him was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. He was a good sport about it, but I could tell he was disappointed." My Mom was almost apologetic.

"I don't blame him," I complimented her. And I didn't, she was a smoke show.

She blushed at that. "Anyway, I had an idea."

"And that is?" I asked apprehensively.

"Why don't you fuck him?" She just put it out there. She sat at the edge of the bed, eyeing me for my reaction.

"What!? No way, Mom that's crazy. He wouldn't even want to!" I couldn't deny the itch developing between my legs at the thought, but this was crazy talk.

"Oh, he'd want to. He mentioned the two of you and your little run in this morning. It got him very excited." She said with a wink.

"Oh my Gosh Mom, you're pimping me out!"

"No such thing honey, he has no idea I've hatched this plan. He thinks he's gonna have to beat his own meat the rest of the time we are here." Somehow the fact that he didn't know anything about my Mom's crazy plan reassured me.

"What? I just go over to his room now and say 'let's fuck'? That would be ridiculous."

"Nah, I bet that would work pretty well." My Mom offered with a smile.

"Let's forget for a second how ridiculous this whole idea is. Say I do go over there, have you forgotten how big his dick is? He'd split me in two!" I think both my Mom and I knew I was just trying to find excuses now.

"I definitely haven't forgotten," My Mom offered with a dreamy look on her face. "And don't be dramatic. He'd be gentle and it would probably be the best sex of your life." She smiled knowingly.

She could tell she was starting to win me over. How could she not be? Patrick was gorgeous, with a penis to die for and it sounded like he wanted me. How could I turn this moment down?

"The only condition is you'll have to tell me all about it when you're done." My Mom said sheepishly.

"I guess so," I said with half fake reluctance. My heart was beating fast with adrenaline and the itch between my legs was causing me to become a little squirmy.

I jumped out of bed and over to my bag, if I was going to go over and seduce Patrick, I was going to wear something besides this oversized t shirt. I looked up to see my Mom grinning from ear to ear.

"Are you gonna just sit over there? Or are you gonna help me pick out something slutty so I can go fuck your crush?" I teased, I was having fun with this idea now.

My Mom grinned at me and helped me rummage through my bag. The bizarreness of the moment wasn't lost on me, but I didn't pay it too much mind because of my excitement. We settled on the skimpiest thong I had brought with me and a flattering pushup bra in a matching purple color.

I examined my figure in the mirror, my heart pounding so hard I was sure Patrick could hear it from his room.

"You look stunning, now quit stalling." My Mom teased me with a wink. I smiled nervously and took a deep breath.

I opened the door and peaked into the hallway to ensure Jack was in his room. His door was closed so I felt safe and before I lost my nerve I hurried across the hall to Patrick's doorway. I hadn't really thought of what do once I got over here and I looked back at my room for inspiration.

My Mom's head was in the doorway and she made a waving motion, telling me to just go for it. Another deep breath and that's what I did. I turned the knob and pushed the door in slowly, not sure of what I was going to see.

Patrick was reading, sprawled across the same couch that I had seen him and my Mother using earlier. He was more clothed this time, but not by much. A simple pair of ocean blue colored underwear his only covering. The angle he lay, with the back of his head towards me somewhat obscured my view, but I didn't need any help remembering his physique or other physical gifts.

Patrick turned abruptly as I was closing the door and my heart stopped as his eyes drank me in. I leaned back against the door nervously, unsure of what to say in the moment. Fear of rejection was causing me to doubt this whole mission.

Wordlessly, he got up and crossed the room in a few steps and he stood in front of me. He radiated confidence and with good reason. His powerful chest and defined abs were on full display and I would have been weak in the knees even if the biggest cock I'd ever seen wasn't bulging out in his underwear.

"Did you get lost?" He smiled at me.

"I...umm...no, I wanted to uhh seduce you." I gave maybe the stupidest answer possible.

Patrick didn't laugh at me though. He just smiled and his eyes twinkled, easing some of my nervousness. "You've really got a way with words you know." He teased me.

I blushed and looked away. There was no animosity in his joke, just good-natured ribbing, but I still felt my face grow hot from embarrassment. Sensing my discomfort, he took another step closer and rubbed his hand softly along my arm. His touch was electric and I looked back up at him.

"I think you're beautiful, but if you aren't sure about this you should go back to your room." He looked me directly in the eyes and I met his gaze with equal intensity.

It was a moment for bold action and I rose to the occasion. I stepped forward and grasped Patrick's bulging cock in one hand and reached up to pull him into a passionate kiss with the other. Leaving no question that I wanted this.

He quickly returned my kiss and I felt his cock impossibly grow beneath my hand. I gasped as he grasped my uncovered ass cheeks with his large hand and broke from my lips to kiss my neck, his other hand grasping my hair. I was breathing heavily into his ear when he abruptly pulled back from me.

"If things go too far, just tell me to stop, I promise I will." Patrick held my gaze until I nodded to him, desperate for him to return his attentions to my body. With my wordless encouragement he quickly kissed me again.

I felt both of his hands reach under my ass and lift me into the air. It seemed effortless for him as he turned and walked towards the couch. I was desperately clinging to his hair and mashing my face into his, my arousal at an all-time high.

Patrick gently set me on the couch in a seated position. He knelt between my legs and I hungrily held is face to mine, kissing him with every ounce of passion I could demonstrate. His large hands were rubbing across my thighs, giving me goosebumps.

He pulled back from my lips and began to kiss my neck. He brought one hand up to caress my bra covered breast. I bit my lip to keep from moaning loudly. I cradled his head, enjoying the sensation of running my fingers through and gripping his thick brown hair.

Smooth as could be, he reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall into my lap. His head travelled to my left nipple, his hand pinching and pulling at my right. I gasped and pressed him to me. His efforts were sending shivers down my spine and my pussy was on fire.

He looked up at me and smiled, causing me to blush as he moved his mouth to my other nipple. He nibbled with just the right amount of force and I was going crazy, unable to form any coherent thought through my haze of desire.

Gently pushing me back against the couch, Patrick kissed his way down my stomach, his hands moved with him and traced along my abs. His touch setting off little bombs in me wherever he went. My breath grew ragged as he reached the hem my underwear and I was ready to tear them off and beg him to do what he wanted to me.

Instead he skipped down and gently tongued me over the fabric. The pressure from his mouth and tongue was incredible, but the fabric blocking him from my clit was just maddening enough to frustrate me.