Sandrah held her son tight, coming down off her own orgasm, feeling his semen fill her pussy to the brim.
“Luis,” she whispered, catching her breath.
He rolled off his mother, his arm around her, Sandrah lying on his chest. He pulled a blanket over the two of them a few minutes later.
The horrific mistake they just made hadn’t yet sunk in.
-8-
Sandrah woke the next morning with a splitting headache. She lay there, in her son’s arms, naked, not yet remembering what they did the previous night. Then she felt his warm, soft flesh against her own.
Her eyes shot open, she quickly darted out of the bed toward the shower in the bathroom.
Cleaning herself, scrubbing the evidence of the sin she’d committed off her, Sandrah’s mind was spinning.
“Therapy, we’ll have to get therapy. Some kind of counseling. I’ll probably never see him again,” She scrubbed her arms, thighs, and ass.
“We’re done. We’re through. Yep. I’ve ruined a mother/son relationship,” She put on a tiny yellow bikini. “I hope he doesn’t tell his father. I’ll be thrown in jail if so.”
She exited the bathroom; Luis was coming to, groggy and rubbing his eyes. “Mom?”
“Hi,” Sandrah grabbed her bag, not looking at him.
“Where are you going?”
“Pool.”
“Ok, I’ll come too,” Luis started to remove the covers.
“No! No, you stay here. We should keep our distance.”
“What?”
“What happened last night was a horrible, horrible drunken mistake – ”
“Yeah, but,” Luis interrupted.
“No. No buts. We need to forget it ever happened and never let it happen again. Ok? If you need counseling or have to see a shrink, I’ll use my prize money to pay for it. All I ask is that you forgive me; let’s never do that again,” Sandrah explained, quickly leaving her room.
“Ugh, geez, Mom,” Luis got out of bed, stumbled and eventually found a bathing suit. He sighed and left the room to find his mother.
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An hour later, Sandrah and her son re-entered her room, kissing frantically.
Sandrah pulled him toward the bed, her mouth still connected to this. “I want you bad!”
Luis fell backward, his mother on top of him, still kissing. “I thought we weren’t going to do this ever again.”
“We can while we’re here. We have six days left,” Sandrah sitting up, removing her bikini top. Luis lifted off the bed, pulling down and removing his bathing suit.
Sandrah did the same, removing her small bikini bottoms. She grabbed the base of his cock and guided it inside her.
“Oh yes, yes!” Sandrah said, sitting on Luis, her hands on his chest. “I need this.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? We’re both sober now,” her son asked.
“Like I said, while we’re here, we might as well. We will tell no one. When leave here, we can never do this again,” Sandrah explained.
“Alright. I understand,” Luis said.
“Good,” she leaned down, kissing him again. “Now fuck your mother, young man.”
Once again, Luis said “Yes ma’am.” This time both were sober.
She rode his cock; she bounced on it, ground against him, cumming on it.
Luis rolled over and slammed into her, rolling his hips against her, impaling her, kissing her while he fucked her.
Later, he stood behind her, gripping her waist while taking her in the shower.
They skipped dinner in favor of having sex. Luis was behind her, pulling lightly at her hair, slamming his hips into her.
“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!” Sandrah said, her tits jiggling from each powerful impact.
“Can’t hold out!” Luis cried. He erupted in her again, filling her up, but this time he kept going.
He kept fucking her from behind through his orgasm, cum splashing out of her every time he drove his cock in. He didn’t care that his cock was numb and felt like it was going to fall off. She didn’t care it was her son and that she never wanted to stop having sex with him.
Eventually they did stop, Luis gave out, falling asleep, his mother tenderly kissing his face, neck and chest, watching him drift off.
Sandrah smiled, gathered a bathrobe and left the room searching for the ice and vending machines. Instead, she found someone familiar.
“Hi!” Bea spoke up behind Sandra at the vending machine, startling her.
“Hi Bea! You’re here too?”
“Yep. Since I was one of the three that was out there in the storm, they gave me the first prize too. I guess they tried to smooth things over with us.”
“Yes,” Sandrah laughed.
“Sooo, how are things with you and the man you found?”
“Oh wow. Great. Absolutely great. He’s incredible,” Sandrah admitted.
“Oh really? Mmm, that’s wonderful to hear.”
“Thanks. What are you doing?” Sandrah, looking over the dress Bea was wearing.
“Oh, I’m going on a date with an employee of the resort. He’s getting off soon, I’m on my way to meet him,” Bea said.
“Good, I hope you have a fun evening.”
“I will. I’m in room 685. Come by and say hello if you get a chance. I have plenty of champagne left in the fridge,” Bea smiled.
“I think I will,” Sandrah smiled back. The two women hugged and Sandrah purchased her snack of M&Ms.
Upon entering her room, she undressed again, climbed into bed and ate next to her sleeping son. She thought about how wrong all this was – this entire experience. The show, the aftermath, the incest, all of it was wrong. Sandrah knew it was a fluke; there was no rhyme or reason, just the desire to have a special experience manifesting itself in incestuous, drunken lust. They threw caution to the wind, thankful for her and Luis’ survival and went for it. When she and Luis left this place, they could never be like this again. This would be a secret no one could know. She watched him sleep, eating her M&Ms. Somewhere deep down inside, she thought maybe he would be ok and not need therapy. They’d have this special week in her room, and that would be it.
She finished up and got under the covers with him.
The next day was a foreplay day.
Instead of relentlessly fucking her all day, Luis opted to explore her body with his mouth. He ate her pussy until his mouth and jaw were sore – his mother cumming several times.
He took a break and ate her asshole while fingering her next. Sandrah loved the feeling of his tongue licking all over her butt cheeks. Especially when Luis spanked her hard.
Next was throat fucking. Luis stood at the end of the bed, his mother on her back lying before him with his cock shoved down her throat. He fingered her while fucking her throat at the same time.
Luis grabbed her, picked her up to eat her pussy, while his mother hung upside down gagging on his dick.
They had sex in the large chair in the corner, in the bathtub, on the floor, on the toilet, and on the balcony.
She ordered more alcohol. They got drunk and had more sex. Sandrah was riding him while in the bathtub, Luis pouring champagne on her, licking it off her after she climaxed.
On the bed, they giggled while Luis poured champagne in her ass.
“Quick! Go!” his mother told him. Luis went to his back on the bed, his mother squatting over him. “Ready?”
“Yep!”
Sandrah relaxed letting all the champagne that was in her ass spray onto her son. She collapsed onto him, both of them laughing, tickling each other, rolling around on the bed.
They rolled off the bed, laughing, searching for more alcohol to play with.