Pete woke Mom up early the usual way. After she’d flooded his mouth with her juices, she insisted he screw her hard and fast. Once he’d emptied himself into her pussy, they took a quick joint shower and packed for their trip.
On the short flight, his mind once again drifted. Why exactly had Mom pushed him at the blonde? She’d been holding something back, but he couldn’t figure out exactly what.
And would it have been so bad to dance with the woman? The trip didn’t need to be all about them. Honestly, he would’ve been on his feet asking her to dance if he hadn’t been sitting with his mom.
Well… he would’ve even sitting next to mom, before Europe. Mom would’ve laughed and urged him on. But it didn’t feel right to pursue another woman sitting next to the woman you were sleeping with, mother nor not.
Maybe Mom was right and he’d do less dating if they kept sleeping together.
He didn’t know.
In Amsterdam, they checked into a boutique hotel not far from the main tourist spots. Once again, Mom had them cancel the second room, This one was larger than London. Even better, it had a balcony overlooking with a scenic view of a canal and accompanying bike path.
Once they’d unpacked and settled in, Pete slipped out, saying he’d be back in a few minutes. When he returned with champagne and two glasses, courtesy of the front desk, Mom had changed into a skirt and blouse with buttons. She sat on the deck, leaning back in her chair and raised an eyebrow when she saw him.
“Are we celebrating something?” she asked.
“Sort of.” He set the glasses down on the little table between the chairs and began opening the bottle. “I wanted to talk, but didn’t want it to be too serious.”
“Oh. So this is one of those conversations?”
“Sort of.”
She waited while he popped the cork and poured the champagne. After he’d settled into the seat next to her, she raised her glass.
“So what are we toasting to?”
“Motherfuckers.”
She snorted and clinked her glass against his before taking a sip.
“It’s pretty clear,” he said, “that what we both, well, like, is the… taboo… Regular sex is just, well, regular.”
“Yeah. I’d noticed.”
“So I’ve been thinking about that, and I keep coming back to two questions.”
“Okay…”
“The first is, are we going to stop when we leave Europe?”
“Of course!” she said quickly. “We both need to date other people.”
“Yeah, but until we do…?”
She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t work like that.”
“You seem pretty sure.”
She looked hard at him. When he didn’t look away, she sighed.
“Mmm?” he prompted.
She sighed again, then grimaced. She took a gulp of champagne before speaking.
“You know the line, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?’”
“Yeah.”
“Well, the reason your father and I got divorced is because it didn’t.”
Pete blinked. “I thought it was because of Brenda. You know, Dad falling for her.”
“It was. But that’s not the whole story. Where do you think he met Brenda?”
He shrugged. “Vegas?”
“Mmm hmm. We met Brenda in Vegas.”
“We?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Now I’m confused.”
“Your Dad and I were, well, not doing badly, but not doing well, if that makes sense.”
He nodded. He’d been pretty young at the time.
“We decided to go to Vegas to put some spice in our relationship, and that’s where we met Brenda and Jason. We hit it off and, well, one thing led to another.”
He laughed in surprise. “Really?”
She smirked. “Really.” But then her smile faded. “Except your dad and Brenda hit it off a little too well.”
Pete nodded. Then he reached over and put a comforting hand on her upper arm.
She gave him a sad smile, then sucked in her breath.
“So,” she said, “what happens in Europe stays in Europe. Understand?”
He nodded agreement. Though if they weren’t dating other people back home…
“So what was your other question?”
“If the taboo makes it hotter… how can we play that up? The names didn’t work.”
She smirked. “I’ve been thinking about that. I have an idea.”
“Which is?”
“You’ll see.”
***
By evening, he still hadn’t guessed what she had in mind. After dinner in a cozy nearby cafe, she asked him to dress up a little—slacks and a collared shirt—before they headed out into the city. She checked her phone a couple of times for directions, and they strolled through the streets before the shops signs became more explicit and garish.
He chuckled. “The Red Light District?”
“Mmm hmm. You’ll see.”
They wandered for a while, looking at the various shops and making witty comments. Mom didn’t seem to be interested in going into any of them. A handful of people walked the streets with them, many of them obviously tourists, but she ignored them. Eventually, they came to a region with scantily-clad women sitting in small apartment windows.
“Pick one,” Mom said.
“What?” Pete laughed.
“Pick one,” she repeated. “I want to watch you have sex with another woman.”
“What? Why?”
She shrugged. “Because it turns me on. Do you need a better reason?”
He glanced at a nearby window. The woman was thin, with small breasts and long black hair. She also looked bored beyond belief.
“You want me to have sex with a prostitute,” he said.
“Yes. They’re clean. Well, at least they’re tested. We’ll tell her that I want to watch her screw my son.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Incest is legal here. She probably won’t even bat an eye.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please. For me. It’ll be hot, I promise.”
He stared at her.
“I brought my toy.” She patted her purse. “I really want to watch.”
“I still don’t get it.”
She sighed. “I… I used to fantasize about it, when I heard you with your girlfriends. And… now?”
He nodded.
“Besides…” She waggled her eyebrows. “We tell her I’m your mother…?”
He chuckled. “You really are kinky.”
“Don’t you forget it, Buster.” She grinned, took his hand, and gave him a squeeze. “So pick one you like.”
He rolled his eyes, but began looking around. None of the women he could see interested him much, so they began to wander through the district.
After a bit, they came to a small intersection with two prostitute windows facing each other across a narrow street. A small group of onlookers had gathered between the two and swiveled to watch first one and then the other.
In one window, a tall, very long-haired, busty redhead was seductively dancing in her lingerie. She wore a red corset and white stockings and swayed like she was in a jazz club. Then, after a minute, she stopped and pointed across the way.
There, a blonde with shoulder-length wavy hair in a semi-transparent blue peignoir began to sway and run her hands up and down her body. She took a few steps and writhed to music Pete couldn’t hear.
He grinned. They were doing a dance-off!
Each woman danced for about a minute before the other took her turn. The small cluster in the street followed them like a tennis match, looking left and then right, and then left again.
Pete and his mom drifted into the little crowd, which had obviously picked the best spot to see into both windows.
Except Pete didn’t watch the blonde as much. The redhead intrigued him—her moves were more refined, more exact. Like she’d had formal dance training. Plus, the way her hair waved behind her back as she swayed entranced him.
Then she caught him staring. She smirked and paused. Then she crooked her finger, beckoning him.
“I’ve made my choice,” he said to Mom.
She chuckled, and they strolled up to the prostitute’s door.
***
The redhead admitted them both, but her eyes darted from Pete to his mom and back again. She furrowed her brow as she closed the curtain to cover the window.
“What is this?” she asked. “You want threesome?”
“I want to watch you with him.” Mom pointed at Pete, which he thought was redundant.
“Just watch?”
“Just watch.”
The redhead shrugged agreement.
“I’m Pete,” he said, “and this is Diane. What’s your name?”
“Natasha.” She smiled at them. “Pete. And Diane.”
“Yes. I want to watch you with Pete,” Mom said. She pulled a wad of Euros out of her purse and thrust them at Natasha.
Natasha’s eyebrows rose at the size of the stack. She grinned broadly. “I be right back. You get comfortable.” She gestured at Pete’s clothes. “Comfortable.” Then she pointed at a small wooden chair. “You,” to Mom, “sit there.”
Then Natasha slipped out a side door.
Pete looked around. The bedroom was quite small and plain, and was clearly set behind the windowed room. The door between the two was closed and he briefly wondered if customers ever used the front room.
Still, the bed was a double, and he was overdressed. He started stripping and piling his clothes neatly on top of a very conveniently placed small bench. Meanwhile, Mom took her assigned seat.
Natasha returned just as Pete stretched out nude on the bed. She’d removed her panties but kept her stockings and corset on. She smiled at Mom before turning to Pete. “No kissing. Use condom. Okay?”
“Sure.”
She knelt on the bed by his side. While watching Mom, she took Pete’s cock between her hands, and then lowered her head. She swept her hair out of the way, but not for Pete’s benefit. For Mom’s. Then Natasha began to suck.
Pete groaned. The redhead knew what she was doing. Between her hands and her lips, she soon had him throbbing and breathing hard.
Clothing rustled. He tore his eyes away from Natasha’s bobbing head. Mom had lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off. With her vibrator in hand, she’d was lightly touching herself.
Natasha pulled off his cock. “You like?”
“Yeah,” Mom said. “Keep sucking my son.”
“Your son?”
“Yeah.”
Natasha swiveled around to look at Pete. Her eyes were wide. He nodded. She blinked, and then she grinned.
A moment later, she was blowing him again.
Once again, Natasha’s back was to Pete as she focused on Mom. But then Pete realized Natasha had slid her free hand between her own thighs. His eyebrows rose. Was she really turned on?
He throbbed at the thought.
Natasha pulled off again. “You want taste?”
Mom hesitated, but shook her head.
“You sure? Taste no good after condom on.”
Mom sucked in her breath, but then shook her head.
Natasha gave his dick one last long suck before sitting up. She reached for a condom and handed it to Pete.
“I face away,” she said. “So your mother can watch.”
Mom groaned.
Pete nodded and put the condom on. When he was ready, Natasha straddled him in reverse cowgirl and slowly sank down on his cock.
Mom moaned. Natasha’s body blocked his view, but he could easily imagine what Mom was doing. He reached down and steadied Natasha’s hips, and she rose and lowered herself on him.
Natasha swept her beautiful red hair back, and it waved back and forth as she screwed him. Her pussy felt good—not as good as Mom’s—but still hot and slick.
Natasha cupped her breasts and played with them. Then one hand dropped lower.
“You like?” she asked. “You like seeing your son in my pussy?”
Mom gasped.
“You like seeing your son fuck? He is very good. A good fuck.”
As Natasha rode him, Mom groaned again.
“You want to fuck son?”
Mom gasped, and then suddenly cried out with pleasure. Natasha sank all the way down on him and held still. Pete’s cock twitched inside her.
Then Natasha suddenly rose up. His cock slipped out and flopped against his abdomen.
“Your turn,” Natasha said. “You fuck son. I watch.”
“I… I can’t…” Mom moaned.
“You can. You want to. I help.” Natasha looked back over her shoulder at Pete. “Change condom. Then fuck mom.”
The whole scene was surreal—and amazingly hot.
While Pete rolled the condom off and reached for a new one on the nightstand, Natasha talked quietly with Mom. Then the redhead tugged at Mom’s skirt.
“You’ll watch?” Mom said loudly enough for Pete to hear.
“Watch and help.”
Mom nodded as Natasha helped her finish undressing. When Mom was nude, the two women moved toward the bed. They both climbed up, Mom straddling him, Natasha on her knees by her side.
“I don’t know…,” Mom whined.
Pete chuckled at Mom’s fake worry.
“I help.” Natasha reached down, held Pete’s cock out, and then nudged Mom forward. “Now! Down. Slow. You feel real good.”
Natasha held Pete’s cock steady as Mom slowly lowered herself onto it. Once he started penetrating Mom’s pussy, Natasha pulled back.
“Good?” the redhead asked.
Mom nodded. “So wrong…”
“Nasty,” Natasha agreed, “but hot.”
“What about you?” Mom asked.
Natasha smiled at her, and then at Pete. “Use fingers.” She shifted her stance and spread her thighs to give him access. Then to Mom, “I suck tits.”
Natasha lowered her head to Mom’s breasts while Pete’s hands slid between the redhead’s legs. He found her slick pussy and started playing with her lower lips.
Mom rode him slowly at first, but with Natasha’s urging soon sped up. Pete found Natasha’s clit and rubbed until the redhead squirmed.
As Mom bounced up and down, she held Natasha’s head to her chest. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave Pete a lustful smile.
“Come for me, Mom.”
Natasha lifted her head. “Yes. Come. Come for us.”
Mom nodded and started bouncing harder. She stared into Natasha’s eyes. When the redhead pinched Mom’s nipples, she shuddered and came.
Her pussy tightened, and Pete gasped.
“Now you,” Natasha said. “Fuck your mom.”
Pete started thrusting. Natasha swiveled so she could smile at him while keeping his hand in her pussy.
“Come in your mom.”
He groaned and did just that.
***
Natasha offered them a wash basin with warm water and a few cloths to clean up. Pete thanked her, but wasn’t sure what else to say. He’d had one night stands before, but never paid for sex. Still, Natasha seemed quite pleasant and friendly, despite her broken English. It didn’t hurt that she had a smoking hot body.
They were just about done, when Natasha paused and waited until she had their attention.
“You… you like this?” She gestured at the two of them.
“We did.” Mom put her arm around Pete’s waist and smiled at the redhead.
“You want… more?”
“What do you mean?” Pete asked.
“More…” Natasha was searching for words. “More… family sex.”
Pete and Mom blinked and shared a look.
“You like? Want more?”
Pete slowly nodded, and realized Mom was doing the same.
“You come tomorrow. Have surprise. You like surprise. Bring many Euro.”
“Okay…,” Pete said.
“Many Euro. Many. Have surprise. You like surprise. Family sex.”
“I think…,” Mom said, “we’re coming back.”
