Weekend Ski Trip

I sighed in relief as I saw mom still in the same position, her face still half buried in the pillow. Shutting off the water, I reached out and pushed the bathroom door closed before grabbing a towel and drying off. I waited several minutes, still clinging to the hope, or the fear that she had watched. When nothing greeted me but silence, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out.

I walked over to the bed, suddenly feeling brave. I knelt down and put my lips almost against mom's ear.

"I'll be back by eleven." I whispered, my lips brushing her skin gently.

She let out a soft moan and rolled onto her back, the covers slipping down even farther, revealing the swell of her breasts. It was several moments before I could tear my eyes away and head downstairs.

Gathering up my gear, I scribbled a short note and headed out, my mind slowly transitioning from mom to skiing. By the time I was at the bottom of the lift, mom's naked body was only a fleeting image in the back of my mind. It stayed that way during the ride up the lift while I occupied my mind examining the ski runs. It nearly disappeared as I made my way down the run, my body filling with adrenalin.

Time seemed to fly by and before I knew it my phone was beeping. Grateful I had set the alarm I finished my run and headed back to the resort. My spirits were soaring and I was actually looking forward to spending the afternoon with mom. I hurried to our suite, not wanting mom to think I had forgotten.

The door was open and I heard voices inside. Walking in, I saw mom standing by the counter as two guys put the cushions back on the couch.

"I'll let the desk know we couldn't fix the sofa." One of them said as he bent down to pick up a tool box.

"Oh, it's no problem. Now that it's at least back to a couch so we can use it, it will be fine." Mom replied.

"Oh, hi honey." She said, turning to smile at me as I walked in.

"I was just telling these gentlemen that it's no big deal about the couch. I guess something broke in it, and they can't fix it."

"The desk will be more than happy to adjust your bill Mister Gaines." The one who had picked up the tool box said.

"I told them it was fine. We don't need the sleeper anyway, with just the two of us." Mom said, walking over and slipping her arm around my waist.

Once the men left, mom turned to me and smiled.

"So, I guess we share a bed again tonight."

I shrugged, not wanting her to know that I was glad the couch was still broken.

"Well, I guess I'm your's for the rest of the day." I said, as I peeled off my suit and hung it on a chair.

The rest of the day turned into a whirlwind of activity, as mom drug me through the entire village, stopping at every little shop and vendor stall. She seemed to get a kick out of referring to me as Mister Gaines, and doing so in a way that clearly suggested I was her husband.

By the time we finished dinner, I was ready to call it a night, and then she reminded me of the concert.

"Oh yeah. Air Supply, don't want to miss that." I mocked.

She punched my arm playfully and dragged me to the car. Thanks to mom, and the CD player, by the time I pulled into the casino parking lot, I was damn near an expert at everything Air Supply had ever done. I hoped to forget it. Still her excitement gradually rubbed off, and as we walked into the casino, I was actually looking forward to the concert, if for no other reason than mom really seemed happy.

To my surprise, the concert was tolerable. Mom was having a good time, partially because of the band, and partially because of the wine she kept having me get for her. The crowd was mostly mom's age and older, but I did see a few younger people hanging out at the bar.

"Oh God, I love this song. It brings back so many memories." Mom said, leaning towards me.

Suddenly she was on her feet grabbing my hands. She pulled me up and slipped her arms around my waist, her body seeming to melt into me. At first I just stood there, letting her sway back and forth. Slowly, I began moving with her, letting her lead.

Her hips shifted, her legs stepping to either side of my left leg as she pulled herself even tighter against me. I could feel the heat of her body as she rubbed against my leg. Her tits pressed into my chest, creating little hot spots that slowly spread. I tried to concentrate, reminding myself that this was my mother, but the feeling of her groin rubbing against my leg just inches from my cock was more than I could resist.

As my cock swelled, she shifted her hips, moving so that her pussy was grinding directly against my cock. I let my hands drop down, my fingers gripping her hips, pulling her to me. She gripped my waist tighter, her body trembling as she ground hard against my cock.

She suddenly lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me.

"I think, maybe we better sit down." She said, as she slowly separated from me.

By the time the concert was over, mom was barely able to walk, and I ended up half carrying her out to the car. As I struggled to get her into the car, mom grabbed me my hand and looked up at me.

"Did you bring condoms, Josh?" she said, smiling.

"It's David, mom." I said, as I reached across her and buckled her in.

"Oh, oops. Sorry, David." She said, as she touched my cheek.

"You're a good son, baby."

I climbed into the car and started it up. As we left the casino, mom's hand drifted over to my leg, her fingers brushing across my cock.

"Josh, I hope you brought condoms." She said, as she traced the length of my cock.

I knew I should tell her I was not Josh, whoever that was, and that I should move her hand but it just plain felt too good.

"I brought them." I said, trembling as her fingers continued stroking my cock.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the drinks took hold and she drifted off, her fingers still resting on my cock. I left them there, my mind running a hundred different fantasies as I drove back to the resort. The bumps in the drive jarred mom awake and she quickly pulled her hand from my crotch as she sat bolt upright.

"You alright?" I said, as I pulled into the parking area.

"Uhm, yeah. I must have drifted off to sleep." She said, looking at me. "I guess I'm not as young as I used to be."

I wanted to make a comment about how young and beautiful she was, but it felt like it would just sound corny.

"More like, not used to all the wine." I replied, realizing after I said it that maybe the compliment would have been better.

Mom just let out a little laugh and unbuckled herself.

"Wait for me." I said, jumping out. "It's slippery out here."

Ignoring me, she climbed out. I barely made it as she stumbled and nearly fell, my arms grabbing her just as she lost her balance.

"Must be the fresh air." She muttered as she slowly removed my hand from her tit.

At least she willingly took my arm as we walked into the resort. As we waited for the elevator mom turned, grabbed my hand and smiled at me.

"Did you have fun?' she said, her hand squeezing mine.

"There were a few high points." I said, smiling at her.

"Really? Like what?"

Just then the elevator opened and I guided her in.

"Seriously, David. What were the high points for you?" she said, still gripping my hand.

"Well, the dancing was memorable."

Mom blushed and looked at the floor.

"Oh, uhm, sorry about that. I got a little carried away."

"Mom, it's fine, I actually enjoyed dancing with you." I said, lifting her chin and.

"I uhm, I noticed." She said, looking straight into my eyes.

Just then the elevator door opened. Mom stepped out first, and I couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as I followed her to the suite. She slid her key card through the lock and turned the handle. Then she turned to face me, smiling.

"Before we go in, just one question." She said, her back pressed against the door.

"What's that, mom?" I said, trying not to make it obvious that I was staring.

"I'll give you one more chance." She said, arching her back.

Her tits pressed against the thin fabric of the dress, and I gulped, resisting the urge to grab them. It took a moment for what she was hinting at to sink in. When it finally hit me, it was like being hit by lightning. I reached out my hand, concentrating hard to keep it steady. I placed it gently on her shoulder as I looked straight in her eyes.

"What's your question Misses Gaines?" I said, stepping in towards her.

It wasn't until that point that I realized she had been holding her breath. She smiled at me as she pushed the door inward and stepped into the room. I didn't hesitate, following her as close I as I could. The sound of the door latching was like a starting gun, as we fell into each other, our hands and mouths exploring, touching, caressing.

We left a trail of clothes as mom enticed me, drug me up the steps to the bedroom. I couldn't help but shudder every time her fingers brushed across my skin. Our lips were locked in what only the luckiest of son's every get to experience with their mother as she slowly backed her way to the bed. My hands explored her body, caressing every inch of her skin, marveling at the smoothness, and the way her body trembled with every caress.

She fell back onto the bed, gripping my shoulders to pull me with her. I knew what she wanted, what we both wanted, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore her, to touch and caress every inch of her. I broke off the kiss, and slowly moved my mouth down her neck, my lips brushing across her skin, making her gasp and grab at my head.

Her hands gripped my hair, not really following my movements and not really directing them either. It was like we were of one mind, as I slowly made my way across her body, my lips gently caressing her flesh. My hands gripped her tits, holding them as my lips moved across the yielding flesh, slowly circling until my mouth covered her nipple. As I drew her nipple into my mouth I heard her let out a small gasp. It was the first sound she had made, and I took encouragement, pausing for a moment to draw the nipple into my mouth before moving on to her other breast.

Her hips began to thrust against me, her back arching as I slowly made my way across her stomach. I could feel her body beginning to shake as I moved past her belly button, her hands seeming to want to urge me on, but not willing to force the issue. Her legs parted as I slowly made my way downward. I paused for a moment, my mouth inches from her pussy. It was my goal, where I wanted, but I resisted, moving down her leg, until her fingers were forced to release their grip.

I considered making my way to her feet, but her writhing and twisting was becoming uncontrollable, nearly matching the burning desire threatening to consume me. I crossed over to her other leg at the knee and slowly moved back upward. I could see her pussy lips, glistening with need, as each kiss of my mouth forced them to flex with desire. I was inches away when her hands found my head again, gripping it and guiding me to her center.

As my mouth closed in on her opening, her gasps became wordless cries of desire as she guided my lips to her clit. I did my best to caress it as gently as I could before moving to explore her inner being. It was a struggle as our minds were no longer in sync. I wanted to explore her depths and she wanted my attention to focus on her clit. I managed to do both in a way that quickly had her hips thrusting and convulsing. I would slide my tongue as deep as I could into her drenched opening, only to have her writhe and twist, forcing her clit against my mouth. I would caress it for a moment then move my lips lower, exploring her inner self again as her pussy began to convulse, grasping at my tongue.

Back and forth we bounced until she couldn't take any more and cried out, her hands holding my head in a vise-like grip as she thrust hard against my mouth, her pussy pulsing and twitching. Her voice cried out, a wordless cry of pleasure that served to urge me on.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her in a twitching shaking heap. I felt her fingers gripping my head, urging me up her body as her legs slowly relaxed, parting even more. One need fulfilled, I let her pull me upward, as my cock screamed, angry at being ignored. Filled with confidence by her orgasm, I moved up her body, letting my cock seek its own way. It bounced and prodded, far too eager to enter her to be able to find the right spot.

Finally, her frustration overwhelming her, she released my head and reached down between us, her fingers gripping my cock and guiding it to its destination. As wet as she was, and as filled with need, her pussy still rebelled as my swollen cock slowly slid inside.

I tried going slowly, savoring every inch of penetration, relishing in the shuddering of her body as I slid into her. She, on the other hand wanted nothing to do with going slow. Her hips rocked and twisted as she thrust upwards, seeking more and more of me. My cock screamed at me, begging me to drive into her, to bury myself inside her so it could unload it pent up need. I tried relaxing, hoping to stave off the inevitable. I needed to cum, but not yet, not until...

Seeming to sense my reluctance, she reached down, grabbing my hips as she thrust her hips upward, enveloping my entire length in her steamy wet embrace. There was no relaxing now, as my cock took complete control, pulsing and twitching, beyond ready to unload. Her eyes went wide as I exploded, sending stream after stream of cum deep into her. My cock seemed to expand, growing as blast after blast exploded inside her. Suddenly she began shaking; her pussy gripping my cock in pulsing spasms as her hips went wild, fucking against me with wild abandon.

Her head pushed back against the mattress, swinging wildly from side to side as she came, her orgasm seeking to match mine, as our spasms quickly synchronized. Each pulse of my cock seemed to suck the life out of me and I slowly collapsed on top of her. Her fingers released my hips, moving up to caress my back as we trembled together, our bodies melding into one.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but I eventually rolled to the side, my cock slipping from her pussy soundlessly. I wanted to stand up, to maybe do something to keep this going but I had nothing left. Every ounce of me had emptied into her. She rolled over onto her side, her hand reaching out to rest on my stomach.

Her fingers moved slowly across my skin, leaving tingling traces of energy that slowly breathed new life into me. My cock responded, apparently more eager than I felt, as it rose to full height, anxious for more. She sat up; smiling as her fingers slowly gripped my cock, stroking it gently. I watched her, anticipating what she would do.

After a few minutes, apparently satisfied that I was at least physically ready for more, she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as she slowly guided the head of my cock to her glistening pussy. She looked straight at me as she lowered herself onto me, her body shaking as my cock slid deep inside. Her tits swayed gently, hypnotizing me as she slowly began working her magic, her pussy stroke by stroke renewing my energy until I was thrusting up into her with as much abandon as she was slamming down against me.

My cock no longer screamed in mind numbing need for release, but pulsed with renewed determination, determination to bring her pleasure, to drive her to the point of collapse. My hands went up to grasp her tits as she leaned forward, driving her pussy even harder against me. I looked into her eyes, her need seeming to leap at me as she silently rode my cock with long hard strokes of al consuming desire.

Her hands clawed at my chest as her pace seemed too increase, every thrust becoming more wild, more unrelenting. I could almost see the lust building, the need climbing to unseeing heights. Sweat glistened on her body as she began to tremble. Her nails dug into my flesh, her tits, slick with sweat slipped through my fingers as she pressed forward even harder.

Her orgasm hit her suddenly, with absolute devastation, wracking her body with convulsions that sent her collapsing forward onto me, barely moving except for the erratic twitching of her hips. I held her close, listening to her whimpers as she seemed to melt into me, her body seeking to become one with mine. Slowly, the tremors subsided, her body calming under the gentle stroke of my hand.

My cock slowly began begging for my attention. It started with mere whispers, subtle reminders that it still lay buried inside her, read and anxious for more. At first I ignored it, bathing in the feel of her melting into my chest. She shifted and shuddered, my cock seeming to touch of something deep inside her. It served to remind me, and my cock spoke louder, flashing images through my head.

Finally, she shifted, sensing my continued need. She rolled sideways, her hands gripping my sides, pulling me with her. I ended on top of her, my cock still nestled deep within her. She lifted her legs wrapping them around my waist as she reached up and gently caressed my chest. It was as if that simple touch had spoken to me, begging me to take her, to fill her again.

I pulled back, slowly withdrawing my cock until only the head remained lodged inside her. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, pleading for me to fill her. I thrust into her, struggling to move slowly as she writhed and twisted, her hips seeking to grind as much of my cock as she could. Her wordless encouragement urged my pace until I was slamming into her with wild abandon.

The impact of our bodies slamming together forced her to let out little gasps; gasps I ignored as my cock cheered me on, declaring itself ready. I grabbed at her legs, pulling them higher as I drove even deeper into her, my thrusts forcing her to gasp. Her tits bounced wildly as the impact drove her hard against the bed. Stroke by stroke I felt my need building. I no longer worried about her pleasure, just my own, as my cock screamed, ready to erupt. I pushed her legs up even higher as I drove into her, burying my cock fully inside as it erupted, cum spraying hotly into her.

I slowly let her legs fall as I collapsed beside her, my cock slipping from her pussy. She rolled toward me, smiling as her hand caressed my cheek. She inched forward and kissed me, a soft gentle kiss, filled with satisfaction. I slipped my arm around her waist, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I looked at mom as she rolled onto her back, her body calling out to me. I stood there, enjoying her beauty until the knocking repeated. I looked around and spotted my pants. Slipping them on, I rushed downstairs, opening the door just as the knocking started again.

"I have your breakfast." The woman said, as she pushed past me with a cart.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before remembering I had ordered the Valentine's Day breakfast when I had reserved the suite.

Mom came walking down the steps wearing her robe, her body clearly outlined under the thin fabric. The woman glanced at her and smiled, before uncovering the cart.

"Oh my God, David!" mom exclaimed, as the woman turned and headed for the door.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Misses Gaines." I said, as she walked up to me, her fingers reaching down to untie her robe.

"The first of many, I hope." She replied, slipping into my arms, her warm body pressing into mine.