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After they had cleaned up, Bobby and Alison were so tired they went back to bed. Alison fell asleep quickly with the effects of the alcohol; and Bobby lay awake thinking about what had happened. Twice in one morning he had slid his cock into his mother's tight pussy, first by accident...and then by design. The image of his mother lowering herself onto him inch by inch, before he buried himself to the hilt, replayed in his mind, the feeling of her warm wet pussy cumming on his cock vivid, as if he was experiencing it again. He could feel himself getting hard, and sensed that a boundary had been crossed. Surely, now that she had climbed on him once, she wouldn't deny him a repeat performance? She couldn't deny she wanted it as well. Her arousal was obvious, her orgasm while he was buried inside her proof enough of that. The thought of fucking her and watching her cum seemed almost too exciting to bear, he imagined pounding her while her big tits swung around as he drifted off to sleep.
The morning's excitement had taken its toll on them both; and they sleep through 'till the afternoon. Bobby awoke first and looked over at his beautiful mother. She had pushed the sheets off and lay with her back to him. He looked at her curvy peach-like bottom and felt a rush of excitement; as he could make out her puffy pussy lips peeking through. His cock lurched as he remembered the feeling of being buried inside her, and her pussy spasming on him as she came. What would she think if he slid into her now, he wondered?
God, how good it would feel to slip back inside that wonderfully tight, slippery tunnel. How would she react? Would she freak out, or would she surrender to the pleasure? Would she push back onto him, encouraging him to feed her more of his cock, greedily consuming his huge shaft? Would she start gently rocking on him as she had before; and if he responded by gently sliding in and out, would she complain or allow him to continue, until he was sliding a few inches, and finally the whole length, in and out of her? His dick spasmed again; and he idly reached down and stroked his cock, as he imagined his hard dick slamming in and out of his beautiful mother. God, that would feel so good. He wondered how long he could keep from cumming. And when he needed to, then what? Would she push him away, tell him to shoot his load over her ass, or would she want him to carry on, to fill her with his seed?
He stroked his cock as he imagined pumping his load into her, and felt a dribble of pre-cum run down the head. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his mother begin to stir.
"Mmmmmfff, oh dear, what time is it?" She yawned as she rolled over and stretched, her big tits thrusting out as she did.
"Um, nearly 6pm, you were out for a while."
"Six?? Goodness, I've slept the whole day away!"
"Well, I guess you were tired."
"Mmmm, well, gin and tonics for breakfast didn't really help," she remarked ruefully.
"How long have you been up?" She glanced at his cock, which was throbbing, peering back at her with its evil eye, and flushed. "I mean awake."
"Not long, just a little before you. How are you?"
"A little sleepy. That's all."
"No I mean, after... this morning?"
"Oh...that." She paused, remembering the events and considering. "Well, aside from feeling like some of my internal organs have been moved about, the sky hasn't fallen in; and we've not been struck down by lightning... so I suppose I'm ok."
His dick jumped. If she was ok, did that mean a repeat performance was in the cards?
"Bobby, this trip... I wanted it to be closure. I wanted us to be able to get back to some kind of normality again."
Uh oh, where was this going? Every time she started talking about being normal, it led to a set of blue balls for Bobby.
"I'm not sure what normal even is anymore; but do you think we can we just try to be like mother and son for an evening?"
This wasn't sounding good; but he figured it was best not to force things.
"Sure, I'm always your son, you know that."
"I know but..." She looked down at her and Bobby, lying naked in bed with Bobby's erection glaring back her. How could she have been so stupid as to get herself into this.
"Look, can we go out to dinner, at one of the restaurants in the non- nude zones? I just want to have an evening with my son without having everyone staring at us."
"Staring at us?"
"Well, at... that." She regarded his cock.
"Oh, do they?"
"Bobby, don't play dumb. Of course they do, they could hardly miss it, especially when it seems to be permanently erect."
"Well I thought they were looking at you, I mean you're not exactly hard on the eyes Mom."
"If you mean men staring at my boobs, I'm used to that. I've had to put up with it all my life practically."
"I didn't mean just that, I mean you are beautiful."
She smiled and blushed.
"Oh Bobby, just like your father."
They looked at one another for a moment; and he knew he would never love another woman the way he loved Alison. If she wanted a normal meal she would have one. His hard on would just have to wait.
They showered and dressed, Bobby wearing his suit that he knew his mother liked; and she wore a white dress that showed off the tan she had started to get. It was relatively modest; but Alison's figure still made it look sexy. The neckline was low enough to show some eye-catching cleavage.
They made their way downstairs, heading off to one of the resort's non-nude areas. There was a selection of shops, bars and restaurants, for guests who wanted a more conservative experience, or just a break from the hedonism that prevailed elsewhere. The restaurant was still fairly quiet; and they chatted and ate like old times. Alison seemed to relax and enjoyed her evening, helped by a bottle of Merlot that was soon joined by a second.
Bobby smiled and chatted, cracking jokes and making his mother laugh. This was partly because he loved to see her happy; but the fact that it also made her tits wobble like two plates of jello didn't hurt either. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to the memory of his naked mom, astride his dick as she came earlier in the day. He imagined her riding his cock, her tits bouncing up and down on her chest as she slid up and down him, taking them both closer and closer to orgasm. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but he sensed it would be worth the wait.
"Are you even listening?"
"What?...Yes...of course I am."
"Really, because you've just been staring at my boobs for the last 5 minutes; and I don't think you heard a word I said."
"Errr, sorry, I was just struck by how lovely you're looking tonight."
"Hmmmm... well it would be nice if you looked at my face once in a while as well."
"Um... sorry. Wow, this wine is really nice...Cheers!" he raised his glass to toast her and she responded with a wry smile at his changing the subject.
After they finished the meal, they decided to check out some of the other night spots since it was still early. They wandered into a Hawaiian themed bar called "Aloha". The waitresses were wearing grass skirts and bikini tops, which would have been positively overdressed for the rest of the resort, but looked quite sexy in the more conservative atmosphere of the clothed section. Overall it was quite cheesy but fun; and Alison ordered some cocktails that came in over-the-top pineapple containers with fruit and umbrellas. Bobby was having to keep one hand in his pocket to restrain his cock; and was thinking of suggesting they sit down so he could get some relief, when he noticed a brunette in a black dress waving at them. She made her way over and Bobby nudged Alison.
