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Chapter 02: Next Stop

After our special trip to the beautiful beach Mom and I walked quietly back to the hotel. I was walking a few steps behind her the entire time. I couldn’t really look at her. I thought what happened on the boat was my fault; it was my dick that got hard when Mom sat on my lap; I was embarrassed; I was confused; and I felt bad that I hadn’t been able to stop myself.

I mean the sex was amazing… It was out in public, with people all around us and I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard before… but I fucked my own mother, dammit.

When we came back to our private hut, Dad was already asleep, but of course he woke up when we came in.

“Hey you two. How was it?”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t know what I could or should have said.

“It was quite nice. How are you honey?”

“I’m a lot better, thank you.”

Mom sat down on the edge of the bed next to my father.

“Look, guys, I’m going straight to my room. I’m pretty tired.”

Dad looked confused and Mom didn’t look at me at all.

“Okay. Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Dad. Night, Mom.”

And then I walked back to my room and closed the door behind me. Of course I couldn’t really sleep that night. I didn’t know how to get through the rest of the vacation.

The morning after when Dad came in my room to wake me up, I told him that I wouldn’t join them for breakfast and that I wanted to sleep for two more hours. About three hours later I decided that I had to leave the hut eventually. So I put on my bathing shorts, took a big beach towel and started to wander through the pool area. And then I saw Mom and Dad. They were lying on beach loungers next to the pool. Normally I would have joined them, but I couldn’t really be around both of them. So I told them I would hang out on the beach instead.

The day went by and I didn’t really do all that much. I tried not to think about what happened the day before, but that was almost impossible.

On the next day, I hung out with Mom and Dad. It would have been too suspicious if I would have spent another day all by myself. Also, we planned on leaving the hotel that afternoon anyway.

Mom and Dad had planned the entire trip to Europe months ahead. So that day, at 4 p.m., we left the hotel. We took all of our luggage and then took a bus to the nearest train station. It took us almost three hours to get there. So after three hours sweating inside an old and rusty bus, we got to the train station.

The plan was to go to the next city and therefor our next destination by train. So after we had dinner at a restaurant next to the train station, we walked back there and waited for our train to arrive. Dad had booked a train compartment for us. It actually was more like a sleeping berth. It was a small compartment with two beds. So when you got in, there was a bed on the right side, about 3 feet wide. Right next to the head of the bed, there was a ladder which led to the second bed, which was mounted above the other one. The upper bed was a bit smaller than the other one, so I knew that I had to sleep up there. I was pissed off right away.

The compartment was so small, you couldn’t really do anything at all, besides sleeping and looking out the tiny window.

I didn’t really know what to do. Mom and Dad decided to walk through the train and look for the dining car to get a few drinks. I had no intention at all to join them. I was tired from the bus ride anyway, so I stayed in our compartment all by myself.

As soon as Mom and Dad left, I undressed, put on a pair of boxers and a shirt and climbed up the ladder. My knee really improved in the days and weeks before. I thought I would, but I had no problem to climb up the tiny ladder. Once I got up there I realized that not only was it the smallest bed I had ever slept in, but it was extremely uncomfortable as well.

The only good thing was, I could look out the window while lying there. So I lay there, looked out the window and hoped that I could fall asleep before Mom and Dad would come back.

I woke up about half an hour or so later. I started up in my bed and almost hit my head on the train ceiling above me. I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. The entire room was spinning. I lay back down and closed my eyes again.

When I woke back up, another ten minutes or so later, Mom was standing in front of the two beds. She was stripping out of her jeans when I opened my eyes. Although I couldn’t see him, I knew Dad was already in bed, because Mom was looking at him and whispering something I couldn’t understand.

The compartment was pretty dark. Mom and Dad must have turned off the lights when they saw that I was already sleeping. There was a small source of light right under my bed. I figured it must have been Dad’s flashlight he brought on the trip with him. When Mom stepped out off her pair of jeans and unbent, I quickly closed my eyes. I didn’t want Mom to know that I was awake.

A couple of seconds later I heard noises which indicated casino siteleri that Mom got in bed, so I opened my eyes again. And another ten seconds later the flashlight was turned off.

So now as I was lying there, I felt even more nauseous than before. And I couldn’t fall back asleep. I almost felt like throwing up. I didn’t want to tell my parents that I couldn’t sleep up there. I didn’t want to tell them that I felt sick to my stomach and that I got seasick without actually being at sea.

So I turned from one side to the other and then a few seconds later I turned around again. I couldn’t tell wether or not my parents were already asleep. If I would have known that they were indeed asleep, I would have gotten out of bed to take a walk. But I didn’t want to climb down the ladder. I tried to fall asleep.

But after turning around five or six more times, the flashlight was switched back on.

“Is everything alright up there, Tom?”

I thought about not saying anything back. I thought about faking to be asleep.

“Not really.”

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I know, the bed’s are pretty uncomfortable, ha?”

We were both whispering. Apparently Mom was already asleep.

“It’s not just the bed, Dad.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s the moving train… and being so high up above the ground… I’m getting dizzy up here.”

“Oh. Do you have to puke?”

“No. It’s not that bad yet.”

“Alright. Let’s switch beds. I don’t mind sleeping up there. I can sleep everywhere.”

“No, Dad, I don’t wanna wake Mom.”

“Don’t be silly…”

I heard Dad move around in the bed below me.

“Honey,” Dad whispered.

And then I heard Mom move as well.

“What’s going on? Why is the light back on?”

“Tom can’t sleep. He gets nauseous up there.”

“Oh. Are you alright, sweetie?”

“I’ll be fine, Mom.”

“Let me get up, babe.”

“What are you doing?”

“Switching with Tom. I don’t mind sleeping up there. It’s only for one night anyway.”

“Alright, but…”

And then Mom stood up. She was wearing her blue pj’s. And then seconds later Dad stood up as well.

“Come on. Get down here.”

“But I told you Dad… I’ll be fine…”

But it was pointless to argue with him. So I sat up and moved to the ladder. And then I climbed down. Seconds later we were all standing next to each other in that small compartment. And then Dad moved passed me and climbed up the ladder. Mom and I watched him lay down.

“Uh. It’s pretty snug up here, babe. I don’t know if we both fit in here…”

Mom looked at him, smiled and then shook her head.

“I’m not getting up there anyway.”

Dad laughed out loud.

“Well okay… then you’ll have to share the bed with our son tonight.”

“I don’t care. I’m not sleeping up there.”

Oh jeez. I didn’t like how that one was turning out. I couldn’t possibly share a bed with Mom… not after what happened a few days before. But I had no choice.

“Come on. Get in. And let’s turn off the lights again. It was a long day.”

So I got in bed and moved all the way to the wall. And then Mom got in bed as well. And as she switched off the flashlight, I realized that there was only one pillow and one sheet. So I turned to my side and moved even closer to the wall. I lay on my side, with my butt almost touching the wall and tried to be as far away from Mom as possible. I didn’t want to touch her at all.

So as Mom tried to get comfortable, I whispered: “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

About three minutes later I noticed that Mom was already asleep. She was lying on her back next to me and I was lying on my side, facing her. My stomach felt a lot better and I didn’t feel nauseous anymore, but now I felt weird about sharing a bed with my mother. My heart was racing as I watched her sleep.

Every time Mom moved a little bit, I moved as well. Every time Mom came an inch closer, I moved further to the wall. I thought the possibility for me to fall asleep was pretty slim. But the longer I watched Mom, the harder it was to keep my eyes open. And then I dozed off.

When I woke up, I knew I hadn’t slept long. It was still dark in the compartment. The soft light of the moon was coming in through the window. I already came to terms with the fact that I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but the night turned out even worse. Because when I woke up, I realized that Mom had also turned to her side. And what was even more alarming: she moved dangerously close to me. Her head and back were still a few inches away from me, but her butt was pressed against my groin.

And to make matters even worse: my dick was hard as a rock when I woke up.

Mom was sleeping. She was breathing calmly. But me on the other hand… I panicked. Not only got my dick hard because of Mom’s ass for the second time within one week, but Dad was there in the same room with us.

I freaked out. I was already so close to the wall, that I couldn’t move canlı casino at all. And when I tried to move, my dick got rubbed against Mom’s ass. And that didn’t help. Because not only did my hard-on not go away, but now I got aroused as well. I couldn’t help it. It was dark; I was lying in bed; and a warm and round ass rubbed against my hard dick.

I tried to move. I had to move my hip further to the wall. But I couldn’t. And then my left arm started to hurt. It rested on my hip and thigh, but all this not being able to move at all, made it feel numb. I tried to move my fingers a little bit, but that didn’t help. So I lifted my arm up. That actually helped a bit, but I knew I couldn’t stay like that for ever. I thought about moving my arm forward, but that way, I had to put it on Mom’s hip.

I couldn’t risk that. I mean, okay, Mom apparently didn’t feel my hard dick pressing against her behind, but she might feel my hand on her hip. I didn’t want her to wake up.

I was alone with my thoughts. I was wearing a thin, wide pair of boxer shorts, which wasn’t much material at all. Thank god, Mom was wearing her pj’s, so at least there was some material between my dick and Mom’s ass.

But when I thought about that, I also thought about how Mom’s ass would look like naked. I thought about our trip on the boat. And I got even more turned on. Fuck. Why am I not able to think clearly when I’m horny?

I had to move. I had to shift my weight around. The muscles in my arm and in my legs hurt from not being able to move. And my dick hurt from being so hard.

And then it happened. Mom woke up. She didn’t move all that much and she suddenly stopped to move entirely, but I knew she had woken up. And I knew she felt my hard dick, which was still pressing against her ass. And right at that point, I couldn’t take it anymore… I had to move my arm. So I lifted my arm up from my hip and placed it on Mom’s hip instead. I just couldn’t stay like that any longer.

Mom suddenly turned her head and looked at me. And then she pointed her finger up in the air to point to the upper bed and silently shook her head.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to explain myself. I didn’t put my hand on her hip to try anything… But as soon as I opened my mouth, Mom moved away from me. She then placed her index finger on her lips to signal me to remain quiet.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to wake Dad. And I didn’t really know what to say anyway. Mom quietly slid away from me. And that was a total relieve for me. I moved away from the wall. I had to move my arms and feet… and my ass cheeks…

But Mom apparently misunderstood my actions for the second time. She thought I was moving closer to her, when all I wanted to do was move away from the wall.

Again, she looked at me and shook her head. I was pissed off. I didn’t want to try anything. So I turned and lay down on my back. By then, Mom was lying on her back as well.

I looked over to her and saw that she was looking straight up… to the upper bed. And then she lifted her head up a bit, looked at me and for the second time she placed her index finger on her lips. I looked at her and silently nodded.

I continued to look at her and in the dimmed light I saw that Mom was closing her eyes again. So I rolled my head and looked straight up as well. I looked at the underside of Dad’s bed and tried to figure out how I could possibly fall asleep now.

And then it happened: I felt Mom’s hand on the side of my hip. For a split second she let her hand rest on my boxers and then she slid them up just a little bit. And then I felt that my shirt was being lifted just a little bit. And seconds later I felt Mom’s fingertips on my stomach. She pressed them softly into my flesh and slid her hand into my boxers.

I turned my head to look at her, but she remained completely still. She still lay on her back and had her eyes closed. So I looked up to the bed above us. I didn’t see Dad. I knew that there was no way he could see what was going on in the bed below him. The only way he could have seen what was going on below him was if he would have leaned all the way out of the bed.

I had no time to think about that, because then I felt Mom’s fingers on the tip of my penis. I know I fucked her a few days earlier, but feeling her fingers on my dick was something else entirely. For some reason I thought it was a lot more intimate.

I rolled my head to look away from Mom and face the wall. And then I closed my eyes. Mom didn’t grab my dick right away. Instead her fingertips wandered around just the head of my penis. I didn’t know what she was doing. Why was she doing that? Dad was right there in the same small train compartment with us.

I couldn’t concentrate on that. It was too overwhelming to feel Mom’s fingers on my dick. I wanted her to grab it and stroke it. I was so horny and aroused.

The fact that Dad was right there, only a few feet away from us, and we had to be careful, was so fucking exciting. And the fact that Mom was the one who kaçak casino was fondling me, was even more of a turn on. I couldn’t believe it. An hour ago I wanted to do anything to try and prevent that anything like what happened on the boat, would happen again… and now… I wanted Mom to grab my dick with her entire hand and stroke it.

But she didn’t. She was still playing with just the head of my dick. Her thumb was sliding back and forth over the opening. It was an amazing feeling. And then, all of a sudden, she grabbed the tip of my dick… very hard… two or three times. And then I felt the pre-cum ooze out of my dick.

And then Mom squeezed the head of my dick a couple more times and let the pre-cum drip on her fingers. And then with one motion, I felt her fingers glide over my entire shaft. And when they came back up to the head of my dick, Mom squeezed it again. Again, pre-cum was oozing out of my dick. And then Mom lifted my dick up from my stomach and let her fingers glide over the other side of my shaft.

It felt absolutely amazing. I remained still the entire time. I had my head on the side, facing the wall, with my eyes closed. Mom, other than her hand, didn’t move at all either. But my breathing was getting heavier and more intense. And then Mom actually grabbed my dick for the first time. She let her fingers glide over the entire length of my shaft. I honestly never felt that hard before.

And then suddenly the bed above us made a noise. The grid, the mattress was mounted on, cracked and squeaked softly, but definitely noticeable. Suddenly Mom’s hand froze. Her fingers still surrounded my shaft, but she let them rest on my stomach, without moving them anymore.

I turned my head to look up to the edge of the bed above us. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that Mom’s eyes were open as well. She too was watching the bed above us. For the first time in a long time, we heard noises other then the train going. Dad was definitely moving. But we didn’t know if he had woken up or not.

And then there was another squeak and then there was silence again. Mom and I both had our eyes on the edge of the bed above us, but then I felt Mom’s hand move again. Very, very slowly her hand moved all the way down my shaft. And then it came back up until it reached the tip of my penis.

Mom’s hand moved so slowly, it could have been a slow motion movie scene. She didn’t want to make any noise at all. But it was weird… even though Dad was moving in his bed just seconds earlier, Mom was stroking me again. Slowly and carefully, but she was stroking me.

Mom knew that these slow strokes weren’t doing anything at all for me, so she tightened her grip around my shaft. She really clenched her fist around my shaft. It hurt a little, but it also felt extremely great at the same time.

Once Mom picked up her pace again, I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes again. Mom’s tightened grip again made pre-cum ooze out of my dick. This time it was a lot more then before and within seconds, Mom’s hands were very slippery.

Of course that almost pushed me over the edge. A moist, slippery hand is the most important thing when giving a hand job. And Mom did an amazing job. Of course it’s always better to receive a hand job from somebody else, than to stroke your own cock. But usually I know what I like more than the girls who are giving me the hand job. Sometimes they are concentrating too much on the shaft or using the wrong kind of grip, but Mom’s hand job felt better than I ever thought it could feel with fingers around my dick.

And she kept moving her hand up and down my shaft. She changed her tempo from time to time. She also changed the intensity of her grip from time to time. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. My breathing got more intense. I knew I wasn’t allowed to make any noise at all, but my breathing was getting pretty loud.

So Mom slowed down. She knew I was close to an orgasm. But she couldn’t risk waking Dad up. She started stroking me as slowly as when she thought Dad had woken up. And then she loosened her grip entirely. She placed her index finger on the tip of my dick. By doing that, she pressed my dick against my stomach. Now she started to move her wet index finger over the head of my dick. So her finger glided over what was actually the underside of my penis head, but what was now up in the air.

So now Mom wasn’t stroking me anymore, but slid and glided just one finger over the most sensitive part of my penis. My dick was still moist from all the pre-cum, so by implying pressure on the head of my penis with her finger, the shaft of my dick was rubbed against my stomach and slid over my stomach a little bit as well.

It was more than I could take. The tip of my penis was already over sensitive from Mom’s hand job and from being so close to an orgasm before, but the constant touch of Mom’s finger was almost unbearable. I didn’t breathe as heavy as when Mom was stroking me though. So Mom continued that technique.

Her finger glided from the opening of my dick down at my stomach, to the edge of the head. Every now and then her finger opened the hole of my penis up a bit and touched the inside. It hurt a little, but at the same time it was an overwhelmingly good feeling.

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