Under Mom's Bed: Vacation

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.

Note: This is the sixth chapter of the Under Mom's Bed series. New readers please read the previous chapter before beginning this. Returning readers may want to refresh their memory by reading the previous chapters.

The ride from Beena auntie's home to ours had some pretty bad stretches of road. On any other day and with any other person behind me, I'd have been cursing the government for being so negligent on maintenance of roads. But my mind was focused entirely on the woman sitting behind me. Mom's right hand snaked around my torso and her palm rested on my chest above my heart. She was sitting sideways behind me and had rested her head on my shoulder. Her soft breasts were pressed against my back. The cool wind of the still young night caressed my face. I felt so at peace that I wished our home was farther. But we'd almost reached home.

However, as I turned left on to our street, the heavens ripped open in a thunderous moment and it poured down upon us. I revved the accelerator on my bike to get us both under the roof of our home. Within seconds, I stopped in front of the closed gate of our house. Mom quickly got down from the bike and went around to open the iron gate. Rain drenched us both as she struggled to pull open the rusting bolt of the gate. Mom's red saree and blue blouse was almost completely soaked through by the time the gate swung open and we took cover under the car porch. My shirt and pants were also wet through and through.

Mom went up to the door and keyed it open. I removed my helmet and followed her inside, closing the door behind me. The warmth inside did nothing to comfort us. Our wet clothes stuck against our skin. My head, at least, had been protected by the helmet. Mom, on the other hand, was wet from head to toe and was shivering. Her lustrous black hair had become soggy. Few locks of her hair had come loose from her hair clip and stuck on her cheeks and neck like little black serpents. She took off the clip and shook her hair loose. As her hair swung free, stray droplets of water hit my face.

I didn't want her to catch a cold, so I ran to the kitchen to find a dry towel. Thankfully there was one on Mom's kitchen chair. When I came back, Mom was unwrapping the red saree from her waist. I don't know what it is, but every time this woman undressed I feel myself caught in a daze. I watched as the saree came unspooled and fell at her feet in a damp heap. Mom turned around and saw me staring.

"Don't just stand there... bring the towel here!" she spoke. I closed the distance between us and held out the towel for her. She looked amazing. The way the wet blue blouse clung to her bosom, revealing in stark detail the silhouette of the black bra underneath... the grey underskirt sticking to the skin on her thighs... the waist strap of her black panty showing at the tiny gap at the knot of her underskirt strings, Mom was a vision unlike anything I'd ever seen in my life.

She took the towel from me and immediately raised it over my head to dry off my hair. One can't help but love one's mother for the sheer selflessness. There she was, visibly way more drenched than me but making sure first and foremost that her son didn't catch a cold. I mean the woman is an angel... like every other mom.

"Mom! Dry yourself first... I was wearing a helmet." I protested. I had to grab her hands and place it on her head to make her prioritize herself. She bent her head down and rubbed the wetness off her hair with the towel. While she dried her hair, I took of my soggy shirt and dropped in on the floor and waited for her to finish so I could take the towel.

Seeing her wet clothes cling to her body, I said, "Mom, you should change out of these wet clothes."

She straightened up, almost done with drying her hair.

"Mmm." She responded looking at my topless body.

A strange glint flashed in her eyes and she added, "Why don't you help me?"

I couldn't help but smile at the naughty suggestion. She was getting bolder with each rendezvous.

I went closer to her. Both her arms were raised above holding the towel and drying her hair. I had unencumbered access to the hooks of her blouse. I tried and failed to subdue the shivering in my hands as they approached Mom's cleavage. My finger grabbed the lapels of the blouse at the top. Both my middle fingers rubbed on her soft upper tits as I undid the hooks. It was not easy, given as the blouse was wet. I had to put some force into my fingers to push the hooks off their eyelets. Slowly, as each hook came undone, the valley of Mom's cleavage got deeper. With the last hook undone, I pulled the lapels apart. As if on cue, Mom lowered her hands. I pushed the blouse over the curve of her shoulders. She did the rest, pulling her hands out of the sleeve and dropping the wet cloth on the pile on the floor.

Is it just me or is women's innerwear the most amazing invention by humankind? Seeing Mom stand in front of me in just her bra, with her tit flesh jutting out at the sides and at the cleavage, my dick lurched in my soaked pants.

"Come here." She said and pulled me by my arms. She started drying me off with the towel. She ran the towel over my chest and shoulders. By now the towel was damp and my man nipples became hard as the cloth rubbed over them. Mom was thorough, getting each droplet on my torso. While she was busy with this, my eyes were hooked on the juggling flesh of her breasts.

"Your bra is wet too." I said, a grin on my face.

"Mmm, and what do you want to do about it?" Mom replied, challenging me.

"This!" I said and put my hands around mom, reaching her back. Mom stopped what she was doing and dropped the towel. Her arms held me by my sides and I fidgeted with her bra hooks. It took me a few seconds to undo the hooks but when I did, the wing band straps snapped apart. I grabbed the now loose straps and pulled them down over Mom's arms uncovering her gorgeous boobs. I threw the black bra in the pile of wet cloths and pulled Mom into a tight embrace. Her breasts mashed against my chest as she melted into my arms.

"Ajju, my baby boy!" she sighed, basking in the warmth of our hugging bodies.

"Mom, oh God... I can't believe that I'm so blessed as to be this way with you. I couldn't ask for anything more." I spoke. I pulled mom tighter against me. She laid her head on my shoulder and accepted the love that was radiating from my heart.

My right hand then travelled down to her hip. Once the drawstrings of her underskirt were found, no time was wasted in pulling it loose. The wet grey underskirt peeled of Mom's thighs as it came loose. I broke our hug to push it down her legs. Just as it fell below her knees, she shook her legs to discard it. I reclaimed Mom back into my arms. This time my hands rested at the top of her panty clad butt.

I pushed my palms down on her ass making her crotch push against mine. Mom moaned as my palms groped her butt cheeks.

"Look at me." I said and just as Mom complied, I pressed my lips against hers in a deep kiss. Mom yielded to my probing tongue and opened her mouth. As my tongue entered her mouth, her body quivered. She pushed her body to mine. Our lips made smacking sounds as we got more passionate. Mom's quivering body caused her tits to mash against my chest.

I stopped kissing Mom when I felt a strange dampness where Mom's breasts were touching my chest. Looking down, I saw white droplets smeared on Mom's areola. She was lactating again.

"Oh..." mom whispered as she saw the milk droplets trail down her tits. It had been more than a day since I had a taste of Mom's breastmilk. So, I gave a quick peck on Mom's lips before lifting her up by her butt. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I adjusted my hold on her so that her tits came level to my face. Once it did, I lowered my mouth onto her waiting mammary glands.

Mom's right hand grabbed my hair from behind and pulled me down harder on her tits. I locked my mouth tightly around her areola and created pressure with my tongue. I didn't have to wait long to be rewarded with the elixir of life. Thick breastmilk rushed into my mouth. I gulped down mouthfuls and sucked again working diligently at Mom's left breast. All this while, her puffy mound clad in just the black panty rubbed against my lower abdomen. The warmth that emanated from Mom's vagina invigorated me.

I emptied her left tit soon and moved on to the other. As I shifted her body leftwards for easy access to her right tit, her panty clad pussy mound rubbed across my abdomen.

"Mmm." She moaned as I worked on her right tit. As seconds ticked by, my hands were starting to get tired from her weight. She was starting to slip downwards. At one point, she suddenly slipped a few inches down on my body and stopped just as her mound aligned to my hard cock. Her right nipple, stretched as I refused to let it go even when she slipped. But when I felt the warmth of her pussy on my cock, despite separated by three levels of clothing, my mouth let go of her tit. I strengthened my hold on her so she wouldn't slip further down. In the process I pulled her crotch tighter against my cock.

"Oh!" Mom gasped at the taboo contact of our genitals. Even though they were separated by her panty, my pants and my underwear, the heat that radiated of her pussy and my cock was immense. My cock yearned for more.

My palms holding Mom by her ass pulled again, making my cock hump against her mound. I repeated it again trying to press my cock harder on her mound. I kept doing it, dry humping Mom's pussy. I could feel the tip of my cock tingling.

"Oh baby... oh God" Mom moaned, keeping in rhythm with my thrusts. Just as I picked up the pace of humping, a flash of yellow light appeared on the window beside the main door. The sound of dad's car pulling into the car porch jolted mom's fear.

"Put me down!" she demanded.

I yielded and she immediately ran upstairs picking up the wet clothes from the floor. I looked after her as she took the stairs two at a time, her butt cheeks jiggling from the effort. I then took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I could hear dad's footsteps approach the door. I adjusted my hard on and went to the door.

When I opened the door, dad walked past me without noticing my drenched state. But he noticed the puddle of water a few steps ahead and stopped.

"What happened here?" he asked.

"Oh... Mom and I got drenched in the rain!" I replied. He looked at me and saw the state I was in.

"Well... don't stand there dripping all over the place... go change!" he exclaimed.

I didn't need to be told twice. I rushed up the stairs. I pushed past my door and went straight to my bathroom. Discarding my wet clothes, I stepped under the shower and turned it on. My cock needed immediate relief. I wrapped my hand around it and jerked.

"Oh Mom! Your pussy feels so warm!" I talked to myself as I closed my eyes and replayed the scene that took place a few moments ago.

"Rub your pussy mound against my hard cock Mom!" I continued as I jerked my cock. It didn't take long. Hot cum from my balls found their way out through my cock as jerked it furiously. Shot after shot of milky liquid exploded from my cock hitting the floor and swirling down the drain along with the shower water.

After the shower, I put on fresh clothes and went back down. Dad was seated at the head of the dining table eating the food that Beena aunty had packed. I pulled a chair beside him and sat down.

"Why were you late today dad?" I asked. He chewed down the morsel of chapatti that was in his mouth. As I waited for him to answer, I saw Mom peep her head out from the kitchen. She was dressed in a green kurti and leggings.

"Long story!" dad said, as he put another morsel in his mouth.

"I've got time." I joked, and waited for him to swallow food.

"Okay," he said and added, "Shanu... come and sit down."

Mom came and sat on his other side, right opposite me.

"Okay... so I have to go to Murudeshwar for a work conference." he started, surprising us, "I tried my best to get out of it, but boss was insistent. It's a two-day event, starting day after tomorrow."

Dad looked tired as he said it. I looked over at Mom. It seemed like a spark flashed in her eyes. Then it dawned on me. Dad going away for a couple of days meant that Mom and I would get the alone time we really wished for. My heart leapt with excitement at the realization.

"Oh... do you really have to go?" Mom asked, feigning disappointment.

"I have to." Dad said, and got up from the table. He had finished eating and went to the kitchen to keep his plate in the sink. The moment he left the room, Mom reached her hands over and held mine. She squeezed my palms letting me know how excited she was at the prospect of getting to spend two days alone with me. Our hands parted just as dad came back to his seat after washing his mouth.

"But I booked hotel rooms for the three of us. We need a vacation!" Dad said, his face mischievous with the surprise he just gave us.

Actual disappointment descended on me and mom. Our momentary euphoric bubble of future intimacy was popped.

"What!" Mom exclaimed, a bit too shocked for dad's taste. She quickly toned it down.

"Ram, I'm not really up for travel." She said.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun." Dad tried to persuade her.

"But won't you be busy at the conference?" Mom asked. It was clear to me that she was clutching at straws trying to make some excuse to pull out of the trip. I on the other hand, knew that I being the offspring would have no say in the decision. I pulled out my phone and googled Murudeshwar, wanting to know where it is. Google maps opened up while my parents debated about the trip.

"I'll be busy the first day only. We can go sightseeing on the second day." Dad was persistent.

On the map that finally loaded on my phone, I saw Murudeshwar a few hundred kilometers above Mangalore. I was scrolling around to see the nearby attractions when my eyes fell on something a little far up north... Gokarna! I clicked on the place and viewed the photos and 360-degree view that Google Maps offered.

White sandy beaches, clean blue waters, mangrove forests, green grassy mountain cliffs overlooking the ocean... the place looked amazing. A sudden image creeped into my mind... of Mom... wearing a bikini and frolicking on the beach.

Snap! My mind had made its decision... not that it would matter to dad.

I tuned back into the debate that was going on between Mom and Dad. Mom was still keeping up a spirited argument against the trouble of travelling. I tried to catch her eye, but she was too immersed in the arguments forming in her mind.

Under the table, I extended my left leg and touched hers with my toe. She stopped mid-sentence to look at me. Her eyes bore a confused look at what it was that I was trying to communicate.

Dad grabbed the opportunity of Mom's silence to launch on a monologue of how long it had been since we'd been somewhere on vacation.

I answered Mom's questioning eyes by tracing my toe up her leg. With my eyes, I tried to tell her that I wanted us to go. My toes went past Mom's knee and travelled up her thigh. Without missing a beat, my feet advanced to the junction of her legs. It went under the hem of her kurta and closed in on her pussy. I saw Mom lift her right hand and place it on her thigh, under the table. But she was a little late to respond. My toe touched her puffy mound before her hand could stop me. Her hand instead held my feet in place over her pussy. She closed her legs, tapping my feet in place.

I pressed my toe down on what seemed like the hood of her clit. She gasped at the touch.

"What?" dad stopped his monologue. Mom looked like a deer caught in headlights.

I cleared my throat to take dad's attention away from Mom.

"Okay dad, let's go then." I spoke.

"Mom, it'll be fun!" I added, looking at Mom. I stressed on the word 'fun' and Mom seemed to understand that I had something planned.

"Okay" she said tentatively. That prompted dad to start on the awesomeness of the temple town and the giant Shiva statue on the cliff overlooking the Arabian sea. The way dad described it, it seemed to me that what he had in mind was a pilgrimage rather than a vacation.

However, me and Mom agreeing to dad's plan was successful in distracting him from the sudden gasp that had escaped Mom's lips in response to my toe on her clit. Above the dining table, while I pretended to be interested in what dad was saying, below it I rotated my toe in a tiny circle on Mom's clit. I could feel her starting to get wet. The wetness was seeping through her panty and leggings.

Mom had her look fixed on a point on the table between me and dad. The sensations that were being created by my toe on her clit were making it difficult for her to pretend to be listening.

"Are you listening Shanu?" Dad asked, pausing to take a sip of water from the glass in front of him.

"Yeah... yeah... Uh... I was... uh... just wondering how long the drive to Murudeshwar will be." Mom said and then discreetly pushed my toe away from her pussy. Slowly, I pulled my leg down from between her legs.

Dad then laid down the plan for us. We would leave at 4 AM tomorrow. The drive would take around 9 hours. We'd check in, rest and then go for some local sightseeing in the evening. Mom and I would have the next day to ourselves. Dad would come back from his conference late in the evening and then we'd visit the temple. Next day, dad would be done with the conference by noon and we'd start our drive back home.

Except for the one full day that I'd get Mom for myself, the rest of the trip sounded tiring. The nine-hour drive was for sure going to be taxing for dad and boring for us, but the prospect of that one full day with Mom kept my spirits high.

Dad had never been comfortable with letting me drive his car, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him... for I planned to drive up from Murudeshwar to Gokarna the day after tomorrow to fulfil my fantasy of seeing Mom wear a bikini at the beach. One hurdle remained though. I'd have to convince Mom to go along with my plan.

Shortly after his supper, dad switched on the TV and plopped down on the single seater sofa. Mom went to the kitchen to do the dishes. I waited for a couple of minutes and then went to the kitchen. A cricket match was on and Harsha Bhogle's voice boomed from the TV giving me the perfect sound cover to have an intimate discussion with Mom. I lifted myself up and sat on the empty space of the kitchen counter beside the washbasin.

When she acknowledged my presence with a smile, I spoke, "I had the distinct impression that you wanted to sit out this trip and 'hang out' with me at home."

She couldn't help but smile at my teasing tone and my stress on the words 'hang out'.

"And I was under the impression that you'd want the same." She replied.

"I did, in the beginning... but then I had an idea." I said, with a hint of mischief.

"What idea?" she stopped washing the dishes and looked at me.

"Well Mom, it's more fun to... uh... 'hang out' with you in public... and I realized that Gokarna is only an hour and half drive from Murudeshwar."

"What's special in Gokarna?" she asked.

"Gorgeous beaches... some of them a bit isolated, so no crowds... and..." I paused, trying to find the right words.

"and what?" she pressed.

"and... I was wondering if you'd wear a bikini for me at the beach." I just blurted it out.

"A bikini! Are you mad?" she exclaimed. Her face wore a scandalized expression at my suggestion.

"It's not as crazy as you imagine Mom... a lot of women wear it at beaches in Goa and Gokarna." I offered.

"Foreigners maybe!" she shot back.

"No Mom... a lot of Indian women do too." I tried to placate her.