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The sun was slowly lying over the sea and took the worst heat of the day with it. 38 ° Celsius was on a large digital clock. The display changed again and again between Celsius and Fahrenheit. 100 ° Fahrenheit.
Martin stood in a small beach bar and drank a May Tai under one roof of palm leaves.
His eyes wandered the seductive tropical beauties. Most of the tourists came from the USA or Great Britain, so he had no problems making contacts with his English.
Martin was a tall boy, his dark brown hair fell slightly over his forehead. He wore Bermudas and Sandals for a long time, he didn’t want to cover up more of himself. His trained, slightly tanned and hairless upper body in the gym, lined up in the series of boys, girls, men and women who met here, and to show each other.
He was not alone on this beach near Bridgetown.
His Mother Had come to this tropical island paradise with him. In fact, he had come here with her. Martin’s father Ralf had booked the trip for himself and his wife Astrid. Unfortunately, Ralf’s boss got in the way at the last moment.
A large order had completely mixed up the vacation planning. Since the order was very important for the company, Ralf finally had the Vacation want to cancel, but Astrid, who was looking forward to this vacation for her wedding day. She decided with her son without further ado instead of taking her husband on vacation.
For Martin it was easy to get a vacation in his apprenticeship, and a free vacation was just right for the prospective car mechanic. Barbados was a paradise, one that he couldn’t afford so quickly.
He did not make a bad manner for a trainee, but he would like to give the money all too too in discos or clubs.
His father always warned the boy to be economical. He should bring it to something through economy and hard work. Could afford a car and maybe even find a job in a large company. But Martin didn’t think about it, he would much rather take one of the demonstration cheeks and the boss’s daughter in the Nightlive 18, the hottest club in her small town.
In general, Ralf and his son differed so much in their views that Martin sometimes wondered whether he was not adopted.
Even his mother had little in common with the rapid lifestyle of the boy. She worked in a law firm for half a day and otherwise led such an exciting life as a coffee cup.
She ran Tai Chi, but otherwise did not do any sport in his knowledge. It was all the more astonishing that his mother attended a surf course here on Barbados. Actually, he would have expected that the good woman at the beach lies, and how at home one book after the other would loop into itself.
But far from it. Astrid had spent much less time on the beach for the past day than he had, of course he had a good reason for it. On the beach it was swarming with pretty crunchy rear parts, for the young man a pleasure. On the Caribbean island it was swarming with white, black Africans, and here and there asian women.
Everything seemed to be laid out to increase his lust in the tropical heat.
Unfortunately, it was all he could. Since he had to share a room and even a bed with his mother, he had not yet been able to seduce any of the beauties. To make matters worse, the presence of his mother also prevented the usual male relaxation technology from practicing. They were already on this island for four days.
Four days that did not shrink the boy’s desire.
Martin sipped Tai on May and looked longingly into the eyes of a mulattine with a long cried hair. She worked behind the bar and wore only a tight bikinio report and hot pants. Her name was Sarah, he had found that much after three cocktails. His blue eyes met her dark deer eyes, and she did not give away his gaze.
He liked her, that was certain for him – maybe ..
“Martin, hello”, called his mother. She had approached him unnoticed. She also only wore a bikini, but she had bound a colorful hip cloth around her waist. She put her right hand on his bare back.
A cool tingling drove him and he looked around her.
“Hello. How was that surfing?”
“Excellent. You, I have a thirst, give here.“She reached for his hand and led the straw of the cocktail on her lips. To Martin’s surprise, she took a strong sip.
It was the first time, that he saw his mother drink a cocktail. She drank cyclists normally, or sparkling wine on rarely occasions. “Yummy. I didn’t even know that you like to drink cocktails, Martin?”
Martin looked at his mother amazed.
The woman had changed completely in the past few days. Her long blond hair, which is otherwise so meticulously directed, had now been brought into a wild, unbridled shape by the water. Her skin had received a healthy tan, and somehow she now seemed hardly older than Hanna, the 24-year-old office clerk and secret lover of his boss.
“I’ve been drinking for years,” the amazed boy confessed. His astonishment kept only briefly.
“And you? I always thought it didn’t like something like that?”
“Why do you believe that?“Asked Astrid and grazed through her dark blond hair with her fingers. Martin’s view now fell on the tips that cheekily lay over his mother’s lush breasts.
“Well, because you never do anything that is normal people,” her son stuck out.
His mother fell out of all clouds and start him.
“How?”
“Well, you never go away, except for events for prospective pensioners. Or have you ever been a disco?”
Astrid laughed and touched her son through his soft dark brown hair.
“You think I’ve never been at the disco? Before you came, I was in the disco almost every weekend. I also met your father there?”
“Ralf, in the disco?”
“Yes, he was one of the few boys who were still driving at 5 a.m.,” laughed the woman, who no longer looked like 37 or more like 27.
To Martin’s astonishment, he now enjoyed the touch of this woman in a different way than was otherwise common with his mother. The Caribbean heat seemed to confuse his senses. He thought of what he had done with Chantal last month after the disco when he brought her home. Suddenly in him the picture sprouted whether his father, this prudish employee, once did the same.
To his astonishment, the thought aroused him, suddenly he considered that Astrid and not Chantal had opened her thighs and his finger slipped over his mother’s black silk tanga. His mother! He called back to reality.
“And why did you never go to the disco afterwards?”
“Oh, as a mother with a man and child, the disco was no longer the right place. No time and such. I also stopped smoking.
After all, I wanted to be a good mother.”
“You smoked?”
“Yes,” she smiled cheerfully. The vacation in the heat of Barbados had visibly brightened up. No wonder if you thought of the cloudy autumn weather in Germany. “Especially grass.
But that’s so long ago.”
“Why didn’t you start again when I got older and you had time. Or do you like to spend on the sofa with Ralf every evening and dig through the television program?”
“No, but somehow it is not the real thing alone, and after work your father is hardly for us to use anything.”
“Then let’s go to the disco this evening. There are beach parties everywhere, with lots of chickas, ”enthused Martin. Somehow he just wanted to see his mother in a disco.
He was interested in suddenly how she would behave in his hunting ground.
“Well, the chickas here are more for you,” smiled Astrid and grabbed her son slightly over his tanned back to draw him with gentle pressure on two dark -skinned girls, whose plump was fought against the narrow, sparse strips of fabric that she foughtProbably worn as an alibi. Martin also smiled. Instinctively he put his arm around the waist of his mother, as he otherwise did with his friends. From the outside, the two now looked like a couple in love, whose true age difference was only conscious.
“As if you are looking for a pretty chicka,” his mother teased him.
“I’m looking for a pretty guy.”
“Only if I can take the Chicka to the room,” grinned Martin and his mother: “Only if I can do it too.
Mother and son laughed heartily.
Hot beats chased through the hall in an old cellar vault by Bridgetown. The mood boiled, body meandered in sweaty in the beat of the music. Tourists and locals merged here in this old walls into a unit from clock and rhythm.
Martin enjoyed the fullest to nestle his sweaty body to the moist bodies of exotic beauties. The dance floor was an ideal place for this, and hardly any girl seemed to be averse to the German boy in the heat of the night.
His hands stroked the female curves of a dark -skinned beauty.
He touched her firm tight breasts, which were tied under a top that was soaked by sweat. She visibly enjoyed it and rubbed her buttocks on the step. In his jeans it became damn tight.
For some time Martin forgot everything around him. But then the music changed and the girl changed her playmates.
He was not disappointed because she didn’t mean anything, but he was even hornier than before. His young body was filled with lust.
His gaze now fell on his mother again. The woman had worked completely in the mass of visitors. She was wearing a tight black top and a mini skirt.
Her breasts spanned the top with every movement of the music, and so her flat stomach was now exposed to the navel. Two colored dancing with clear hip movements and she seemed to please because she stripped over the sleeveless white shirt of the one man with her fingers.
Suddenly Martin felt something like jealousy. She belonged to him, even if he hadn’t even turned to her for the last few hours. She was his girl here at this party, even if she was his mother.
And exactly how he did it at home in Germany, if another guy wanted to relax his girl, he also took a step here.
Suddenly he stood behind Astrid and put an arm around the body of his mother in the clock of wind. His hand rested on her exposed stomach and gently pressed her buttocks against his pelvis, also moving in time. Astrid was only surprised, but then she turned her head slightly and recognized her son. The sweaty hair fell over her back and revealed her neck to him.
Martin leaned forward and kissed his mother at the base of the neck and shoulders. She allowed it, even enjoyed it, and nestled against her son.
The other two men now let off quickly and moved to other women. Martin smiled satisfied and gently stroked his mother’s still flat stomach.
This was now leaning and considering dreamy the party. Memories came up in her.
Memories of the wild 90s. Memories of her first love, her first kiss, her first love night, she had been at countless parties. Wild and boring, no matter where what was going on, she was there. Yes, it was horny this time, she was ready for everything, and this wish woke up deeply into her.
Martin’s hand gently stroked her and he also put the other arm around her.
Astrid felt protected and protected by her great son. She felt loved and sought -after, and gently swung in the rhythm of a cuddly song by Rihanna, a singer from Barbados, also known in Germany. It didn’t bother her that Martin’s hand slid slightly under the hem of her skirt again and again. Here and now she did not feel in her son, who had sprung her abdomen, which he now touched gently with his youthful fingers.
She only felt the closeness of a young man who had been consumed for so long.
It was well after midnight when the mother and son were back in her hotel room. The heat of the day had decreased, but her bodies were still heated up by the party. None of them had said anything about the intimate touch of the past hours. Astrid knew that it would have been her duty as a mother and wife to reject her son.
But she didn’t think about it, she had enjoyed the evening too much.
She roamed her top over her head and just threw it into a corner of the room, like 20 years ago. Martin was just standing under the shower. They both needed it, and so she wanted to slip into the shower cubicle. Her fingers opened the rice closure of her skirt that slid to the ground.
Then she pulled out her panties. This too was completely soaked and landed somewhere in the room.
Then her son came out of the shower and both were now in front of each other in the Adam costume. The light from the small bathroom fell on the well -trained body of her boy. Astrid frozen a little when she looked at his excited limb while her body was still a little in the dark of the bedroom.
She had already felt it on her bottom while dancing, but now she became aware of the real size. Martin had a very nice penis, far larger and more beautiful than that of his father.
Martin crowded past her and she was able to briefly feel the touch of the genital on her abdomen while her eyes met. Then she tore down and went into the shower without a word.
She turned up the rooster and enjoyed the gentle touch of the water jet, which washed her body and also her soul. She is gently soaping her body.
In doing so, she also played around her very decent breast. She felt the hardness of her nipples and instinctively wandered into her crotch with one hand. There she stroked her shaved shame. She felt the mucus of her lust, which formed between her already mature labia.
A quiet moan came over her lips.
Again and again she played around with her fingers the bud of her female passion. Only the sound of the water suppressed her pleasure sounds. She was under the water jet for almost half an hour, carried by her unfulfilled desires.
When she left the shower, she dripped all over the body. She dried and then lay on the left side of the bed.
Martin already slept on the right. She covered her bare body with the thin linen cloth and also quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Martin awakened. The sun fell into the room through a gap of the wooden beams and immersed it in a warm twilight. His gaze fell on his sleeping mother.
The linen cloth had long since suffered from her body. The tropical heat had not stopped in front of the room and fine sweat beads had formed on the delicate skin of the woman. These shone slightly. Her butt in particular now smiled seductively.
The boy’s lance was painfully hard.
He considered standing up to take a shower again, but the sight of the naked woman excited him too much. Here in the cloudy light it looked so perfect and desirable. He moved closer to her.
Whether he should touch her? Yesterday she hadn’t had any objections. What the hell, he thought and lay down very close to her.
She was lying on the side so that he could easily put his arm around her. Exactly as he had done yesterday.
She did not react, so he wandered tenderly over her skin with his fingers. He played around her navel and hiked deeper. Martin felt the smooth, well -kept skin of the woman, and his excitement grew.
With her, however, his courage also grew. His fingertips slid deeper and felt the approach of Astrid’s shame. He felt the smooth soft meat that she had only shaved the day before.
Still did not react his mother. He gently stroked her thighs, caressed the inside carefully.
Now her body reacted. She opened her legs slightly, so Martin had easier access. The boy was briefly surprised by his mother’s reaction. Most girls closed their thighs more than to open them willingly.
Only the nastiest gave their lust so willing.
He continued to hike, encouraged her reaction, and slid with his fingers about the full and, above all, moist labia of his mother. Martin was able to hear a quiet moan. She was awake?
It was the same, greedy for excitement he stroked her. His fingers split the wet lips and touched the inner meat of their pleasure grotto.
Slowly always back and forth, he now massaged his mother’s cunt. Yes, he seduced his mother’s body. Martin himself was tormented by his exciting action. He had never felt something like that for his mother.
So far he always thought of her as an old, annoying, boring woman. Until now. Now he felt the gentle shocks of her body when he stroked her clitoris.
Astrid groaned. She felt her hand on her abdomen.
She felt her son’s touch. Felt how he led his fingers through her pleasure grotto. She knew whose hand she touched, but she did not stop. The feeling was too horny.
She was too hot for the redeeming orgasm because the young lover would promise her.
She turned on her back and opened her thighs entirely his touch. Her head turned to him. Martin noticed her reaction benevolently and accelerated the rhythm of his fingers. He fucked her pleasure grotto tenderly and yet demanding.
Drove her body more and more into a whirlpool of wildly dancing hormones.
His head leaned to hers and her lips met. In the beginning it was only a light, tender kiss. Then they committed their lips to explore their lips with the tongues until they finally united in a passionate wild dance.
Suddenly Martin rolled on her. His pelvis crowded between his thighs and she could feel his hard power on her vagina.
“Martin, not,” the mother bended her son weakly.
But he did not react to it and pressed his member into his own mother’s body. Astrid did not resist. On the contrary, she even pushes her son in pelvis when he had completely penetrated her.
Slowly the boy began to fuck his mother with light bumps. It was bumps full of lust that she acknowledged with such loud.
His hands laid down on her and held the woman on the ground while his body pressed on her.
Her fingers clawed into his, united with him, like her gender with his united. The boys’ bumps became faster and faster and wilder. Astrid Schlang her slim legs around his and pressed him even more firmly. His movements in their wet grotto drove them into the madness of lust more and more.
She then asked to be fucked by him, she enjoyed it to be fucked by him, cried him full of desire to come into her, if she would come to her from this prison of her desire.
Martin pushed faster and firmer. He no longer fucked his mother, he literally rammed her. Beck clap against the pelvis and formed a canon of lust together with his gasp and groaning.
He had never moved in a woman with such greedy lust. This woman had experience.
She moved her body with his in a harmonious harmony as he only ropes. In her ecstasy, she stretches her plump breasts that shone from the sweat of the lovemaking.
After all, Astrid’s vagina began to twitch wildly. Your vaginal muscles literally milked the hard festivals tail her son. The 37-year-old woman pushed deep holidays of bare lust, and pressed the young man’s pelvis as firm as it was.
Martin, whose stiff member had shown such a remarkable perseverance, also came.
He groaned and gasped while his seed was sprayed deep into his mother’s abdomen. Astrid enjoyed these pulsating limbs. She enjoyed the warm sperm that splashed into her twitching vagina. She greedily tried to hold the boy with her legs.
Tried to keep him as long as possible.
After more than a minute, Martin collapsed completely exhausted on her. Astried also felt completely drained. Without changing a word, the two fell closely into a deep happy sleep. None of them thought of sin, none of them thought of wrongly.
Here, mother and son were united in a tropical paradise.
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