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Fucking Mom in Hong Kong Chapter 1

Mom and Son take relationship abroad and to the next level.
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"Hong Kong, really?" I asked, astounded at the mere idea of it.

"Yeah, why not? Heard it's a fascinating place. East meets West. Lots to see and do."

"I like Chinese food..."

"There'll be plenty of that there."

"How long will we stay?"

"Probably a week. Perhaps we could trek elsewhere after."

"Like where?"

"Maybe Europe..."

"You serious, mom? You want to do that much globetrotting?"

"I don't know. It's just to the point where most of my work I can do by phone and email. I can easily take a few weeks off to travel. We've got plenty saved for it, too. Could even sublet the condo."

"I've always wanted to travel. Especially with you, mom."

"So then let's travel. I love our weekends in South Padre and occasional visits to Mexico, but I want to go further. I want to travel the world... with you."

"Then let's go. Let's do it. When do we leave?"

"Probably in a couple weeks. Need to make all the necessary arrangements."

"Well, alright then, pretty lady."

"Alright then..."

We kissed for a minute and then had dinner. After dinner, before even gathering up the dishes, I picked mom up, flung her over my shoulder, and carried her into our bedroom.

I propped her on the bed and reached under her beige work/formal skirt and slid off her dark silk stockings. After doing so, she lowered and dropped her crimson lace panties to the floor. Then she went to unzip her skirt, but I stopped her.

"You want me to keep it on?" She purred.

"I do. Been watching your ass in that skirt all morning and evening. Keep the blouse and bra on, too. I like how they make your tits look."

Mom giggled, curled her lip, flipped over and got on all fours. This had become our favorite position, doggystyle. Mom rolled up her skirt just over the top of her asscheeks and pointed her luscious ass up high in the air.

I ripped off all my clothes in seconds flat, knelt before her, and injected my throbbing cock into her moist cunt. It was so slippery that my cock slid right in.

Once inside, I started banging away, but mom whispered back to me to slow down. And I did so.

Being young I often got carried away, fucking mom. It was easy, with a woman as beautiful as her. Once in a blue moon, she'd go pornstar style on me, but mostly, like now, she wanted it slow and romantic. And I have to say I like it better like that, too.

So I slowed down and massaged her ass with one hand and with the other lightly pulled at strands of her blond hair and reached around and fondled her big tits as I gently pushed my cock up into her soft pussy.

Mom responded in kind. Her pussy muscles contracted and tightened up. Oh how I loved it when they did that! Turns out mom was an expert at muscle control, something I'd pleasantly discovered since we started our illicit relations...

While constricting her pussy muscles around my cock, mom also grinded back her asscheeks into my pelvis, bucking back at me. How I loved that too!

We were having mesmerizing, passionate sex, and her moans got louder and louder with each of my thrusts. The softness of her asscheeks as I held them, the tightness of her pussy, its squeezing, hot suction, fuck, it all overwhelmed me and I let go of a huge orgasm inside her, shooting my load deep.

And, as usual, once I came, she followed and her body quivered and she craned her neck around to kiss me.

Breaking our kiss, we fell into the bed in unison, exhausted. I glanced over and admired her, lying there, panting, her body stretched out into an X. She looked so fucking hot in bed with all her work clothes on and her skirt riding up and her legs and bare pussy exposed. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to actually be able to fuck this woman.

I leaned over and kissed her again for a minute. Then we held hands for a while and stared out the window. Dusk was falling and we gazed out toward the heavens and marveled at how the reddish hue of the evening glow illuminated the Gulf sky.

Things had been bliss with mom, ever since that night she came home from her date with that Ted asshole and we'd finally gotten everything out in the open. We were pretty much spending all our free time together now, doing all sorts of couples' stuff, like going to movies, out to eat, walks on the beach, etc.

Plus we were fucking like rabbits. In the morning before work we'd go for a quickie, or sometimes two. And at night after dinner we'd always do it, usually two or three times.

Even during lunch we'd go at it. Mom had gotten me a cushy city council job near her office on the Island and we'd meet up for lunch at Padre Island Burger Company and then drive off into the sand dunes, in her Lexus, for a midday tryst.

Behind her darkly tinted windows, we'd climb into the comfy leather backseat, and usually do it with her on top, her skirt rolled up, my fly open and her panties hanging off one of her ankles. I'd always unbutton her blouse a couple buttons so I could suck her gorgeous tits as they popped out of her bra and jiggled to the rhythm of her riding me.

It'd been awesome, everything with her, like a dream. It was the most sex I'd ever had in my whole life. Mom and I were the perfect newlyweds having the time of our lives.

But it wasn't all perfect. In fact, far from it. Because we were mom and son, and everyone in town knew us, we had to be careful what we did and said in public. It was weird, having to go from being all over mom in private, to acting totally different around her in public, like at the grocery store or something.

It was impossible to hide from everyone, though, how much time we were spending together. And pretty soon mom's friends started to talk to her about it, saying how she shouldn't be spending so much time with me, how it'd turn me into a "mama's boy." If only they knew!

My pals gave me some gruff about it, too. There'd be plenty of times where they'd ask me out drinking, to the rodeo, or to a Spurs game, and I'd turn them down so I could hang out with mom.

Eventually it boiled over one night when we were out drinking and my buddy Trevor asked me to his house to watch the 'Stros game that weekend. When I declined he asked me if it was because I needed to see my mom. I told him "yes," to which he replied, drunkenly: "Dude, why are you always with your mom? It's weird. I mean, she is hot and all. I mean, but, like, are you banging her or something?"

A chill tingled down my spine at his insinuation, but a rage overtook me when he spoke about my mom in such a crude manner. Coolly, I set my glass down on the table, pivoted in his direction, and threw a left cross that landed cleanly on his right eye. After impact he plummeted from his barstool.

My friends pulled me off him, as I'd been kicking him while he lay on the floor, and a couple bouncers tossed me out. The next day he stopped by my office, shiner and all, hat in hand, and apologized and we had lunch and a beer. But still, the whole incident let me know that people were watching. And taking notes.

Probably the most awkward time for mom and me was around our family. If they came by to visit I'd have to take all my stuff out of our bedroom and bring it back to "mine." And mom and I would barely be able to have sex.

The weekend we went up to Galveston to see my grandparents, her parents, was the worst. My grandmother is a very shrewd woman, and I swear, the second we stepped foot in that house, she cast us the strangest glare I'd ever seen from her.

Just being around them and other family that weekend was painful. Mom kept telling me that she felt like everyone knew. She made a point to try to never be alone with me at all during that visit. Never to go anywhere alone with me, not sit or stand too close, nothing. It was beyond awkward.

Beyond awkward also was seeing her slightly older sister, my aunt, who was a far chubbier version of her. Looking at her and thinking of my mom being a hundred pounds heavier really freaked me out. It made me want to do everything I could to keep mom away from the ice cream, with which she indulged way too much of during that visit. It also seemed like my aunt knew about us, too. She'd been giving me some awful strange glares.

Perhaps the highlight of our visit to the grandparents, pretty much the only good time we had, was when I snuck into mom's old bedroom, to see her, late at night.

"Hey..." I whispered, opening the door.

"Shhh!!! What are you doing here?!" She angrily whispered back, putting down the book she'd been reading.

"Thought I'd pay you a visit..."

"My parents are right down the hall!"

Her saying that made me feel like a naughty teenager. Which was rather stimulating, actually.

"Bet you used to have some fun in this room, didn't you, mom?" I said softly, creeping over to her old, pink pony covered bed.

"No. Well, maybe. Why? Did your aunt tell you something?" She hissed. I could tell she was mad at me for having barged in.

"Just guessing... Did you? Did you and dad? I know you had me young..."

"Hmmm... We might have... But, you know, your dad wasn't my first..."

"I thought he was."

"Nope. There were others."

"Others?"

"Others. I told your dad he was the first. I was his first."

"So who were they?"

"I'm not telling..."

"How many?"

"Including your dad, four."

"Oh my God, mom, you're such a slut!"

Mom covered her mouth, laughing, and playfully slapped me on the chest. The thought of her being a slut turned me on, for some reason.

"Tell me about it, mom."

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Because I do. That's all. So... I'm your fifth?"

"Nope... Tenth."

"Tenth? What? You cheated on dad?! Five times?! Are you serious?!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! No, I did not. If you really want to know... I... No, I'll tell you later. I don't wanna say now..."

"Okay. I respect that. But please tell me when you're ready. I want to know. Honestly, I do."

"Okay. I will. I love the way you respect me."

"Of course I respect you. I love you. You're my wife. And my mom, too."

"Well, your mom and your wife is tired, suge. Lemme get some sleep. We can talk later."

"I'm tired too. But I can't sleep. Not until I get something. From my wife..."

"And what's that?"

"I think you know..."

I tugged the covers off mom and admired her voluptuous body. As always, she slept in the nude. And I was horny as fuck thinking of her teenage adventures, all these other dudes she fucked, and the fact that I could fuck her in her old room, in the same bed that dad and who knows who else did. Possibly this was even the bed I was conceived in...

"Not here, suge..." Mom said, assertively, hastily yanking the covers back over herself.

"Come on, mom..."

"Someone might walk in..."

"At 1AM? The grandparents are asleep. Way asleep. It'd take a hurricane to wake them up."

My cock began to pitch a tent in my pajama bottoms. Mom's eyes were fixated on it.

"Mmm... We probably shouldn't... But... Alright... Just be quick. And quiet..." Mom said sternly, and she closed her eyes, flicked off her reading light, and raised up the covers so I could climb under them.

I hoisted down my pajama bottoms and climbed into bed with mom. She spread her legs and I guided my stiff member smoothly into the slippery warmth of her cunt with one fluid motion and began to fuck her slowly. Her pussy was especially snug that evening.

"Mmmm... Awwww, suge..." Mom moaned. It was so hot fucking her in that bed. My mind was running wild, speculating on who else might have fucked her there before. Maybe dad or maybe a family member, one of her cousins, maybe even grandpa...

"Damn, mom..." I muttered, enjoying her pussy in a way I hadn't before.

"Don't call me that... Aww..." She muttered back and started moaning a bit louder as the power of my plunges into her pussy intensified.

I'd forgotten that mom didn't like me to call her mom when we fucked, even though I always did. A couple times she got really mad about it, but tonight she brushed it off quickly.

"Ooooh, suge... Ooooh..." She moaned.

Then we heard footsteps coming down the hall and we both tensed up and went still. The hardwood floor was creaking loudly. The footsteps got closer and closer to mom's door and I panicked when I realized I hadn't locked it.

Jumping off mom, I dove under her bed. Only seconds later, the door opened and light from the hallway poured into mom's room.

It was grandpa. Being slightly senile he'd mistaken mom's room for the bathroom, which was next door. Mom wrapped herself in her blanket and escorted him out. Then came back and locked the door.

"Dammit, suge, we nearly got caught!"

Amazingly, my cock had stayed hard throughout the entire ordeal. Actually, in a perverse way, it'd turned me on, thinking of grandpa catching me, his grandson, drilling his daughter. Wonder what the old man would have done... Probably would have been turned on. I bet he wanted to fuck her, too.

Shit, maybe he even did. Was he included in mom's number? I again wondered.

"Suge, when he's done in the bathroom, you gotta get out!"

"No can do." I replied, crawling out from under the bed.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not done."

I unwrapped the blanket from mom's body and gently pushed her back to the bed. Swiftly I mounted and penetrated her again. Maybe it was the fear or tension, I don't know, but her pussy felt even hotter and tighter than it had before, maybe even ever. I only lasted a few strokes before coming.

This time, though, she didn't come after I shot my load into her. Instead, she scolded me a bit and told me to get out. She seemed genuinely mad.

"Sorry." I said, stepping back into my pajama bottoms.

"It's alright. Let's just be normal mom and son for the rest of this visit, ok? This is too risky."

"Okay. One last kiss, maybe?

"One, and I'm serious, ONE, last kiss."

We French kissed for a few seconds, but it wasn't the usual explosive type. I could tell mom wasn't comfortable being with me here. And I guess that's understandable. It was her parents' house after all, and I was her son, and I did just have sex with her. I could understand mom's consternation. And so I backed off. And for the rest of the visit we kept our distance.

Things really were complicated with mom. She hadn't totally gotten over her guilt complex regarding our relationship. We lived as husband and wife, but there were times when things got weird. Especially for her.

Although we had sex regularly as clockwork, she was never able to make much eye contact with me during sex. After sex, too, sometimes she'd break down crying. I'd hold her, whisper comforting words into her ear. But I could tell it was hard for her to accept. Which probably shouldn't be surprising. How many women in their 40's live with their grown son and have a sexual relationship with him? Probably not many. There wasn't anyone she could talk to about it, and, like me, that was extremely difficult for her.

Like most women I'm sure she wanted to gossip about her boyfriend to her sister and gal pals, "Sex in the City" style, but she couldn't. It was almost as though she and I were totally alone. And I think that got to her, probably more so than me.

I did really love her, though, my mom. It wasn't all about sex with her. We'd sit for hours in bed, talking about everything and anything. Since we'd been together I'd gotten to know her not just as a sexual being but as a person. I'd gotten to know all her weird ticks. How she meticulously arranged items in the refrigerator. All her dietary habits. Her favorite movies, music, TV shows, and books. What type of toothpaste she used. How she styled her hair at different points in the day. Everything.

I highly admired the person she was. How she'd worked her way up from being a teenage mother to one of the most successful real estate people in the Coastal Bend. I loved everything about her, the way she talked, how she'd cock her head to the side when she laughed, how her hips swayed as she walked, the way she wore her makeup, her taste in clothes...

Speaking of her clothes, it seemed that being with me had brought out something in her. Something naughty. She still wore the same business attire at work, but at home and on weekends she started dressing way sluttier, which I loved.

She'd wear these low cut tops and super short jean skirts. Those black tights that are so in fashion, too, which turn me on like hell. She also wore lots of sheer nylon stockings which also drove me nuts. It was hard for me to keep my hands off her in public when she dressed like that. Especially when I'd notice other guys checking her out.

We both hated having to keep everything secret. We hated having to hide it, to act like we were criminals. So what if we chose to be lovers? Whose business was it? There were serious things going on in the world. There were wars, murders, and corrupt politicians doing far worse than anything we were doing.

We wanted to be out and proud lovers, able to stroll down the street or beach holding hands. And that's what we did when we'd take weekend trips down to South Padre Island or Mexico. We'd go around, arm and arm, holding hands, kissing in public. She looked so much younger than her age and was so damn hot that no one ever looked at us funny.

How we ever wished we could be like that all the time. Maybe doing so could also help mom with her guilt complex. I don't know. I had guilty feelings about it, too, sometimes, but I think the whole thing was harder for her. Maybe us being in a more open environment, being able to more freely express ourselves would help alleviate that. I think that was probably the biggest reason why I so eagerly anticipated going to Hong Kong. Maybe there we could really be free.

When the day to leave for Hong Kong came, I was so excited that I could barely sleep the night before and almost wasn't awoken by my cell phone alarm. Groggily I stumbled out of bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Mom was already up and flying around our room gathering up last minute things to pack.

I figured she'd have like ten bags, but she'd only packed two. Just clothes and the essentials. I liked that about mom. She wasn't super high-maintenance, such as my ex and other girls I'd been with.

We ate a quick breakfast and took a cab to the airport, where we caught a connection to Houston. At Houston we had to wait a couple hours for our flight, but that was okay. We killed time at a bar, kicked back a couple cold ones, and had some decent burritos at a restaurant. Finally it was time to go.

I'd never flown a lot, only a couple short flights to Houston and Dallas. I'd never been on a big aircraft, either, and our plane was massive. The thing was like a flying building, must have seated over 200 people.

The few times I flew prior were all coach. And I must say that the change to first class wasn't an imposition at all. No sir. Didn't take much getting used to. The seats were huge and comfy. Plenty of leg room, and I really liked the large screen monitors we had to watch and listen to stuff. There must have been like a thousand TV and music channels on them.

First class definitely had better food, too. For dinner we had some honey chicken and rice thing that was scrumptious. And shortly after take-off they began to ply us with complimentary wines and champagne and fancy beers that flowed non-stop throughout the flight. Eventually mom and I were both pretty toasted.

Mom had the window seat. I leaned over to her and began to run my hand along her sheer stocking covered thigh. She was wearing a microscopic black jean mini that left nothing to the imagination, but my imagination was running wild. I leaned over and began to whisper into her ear:
"Damn, you're looking hot, baby." I don't think I'd ever called her "baby" before.

"You're drunk..." She retorted, kind of slurring her words.

"So are you."

"So what of it?"

"So let's go have a little fun."

"What kinda fun you have in mind?"

"Mile high fun."

"Mile high?"

"Yeah, let's join the club. Or, are you already a member?"

"No, I am not! How could you think that?"

"Because you told me how you're a slut."

"I am not! I will have you know that I am a lady. An elegant lady. I'm only a slut sometimes... To you..."

"And I like that."

"I know you do."

"So let's join the club."

"How do you propose we do that? Right here? In front of all these businesspeople and snobs in sweater vests?"

"Reckon that'd be fun, but actually what I propose is that you go into that bathroom back there, the one on the left. And then I join you momentarily."

"I'm not sure, suge."

"I'm sure..."

She stared at me for a second and then scanned the aisles. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed and most everyone appeared to be asleep, engrossed in a movie, or zonked out from all the free drinks.

Shining me a naughty grin, she rose up from her seat and brushed past me. I goosed her plump ass as she stepped into the aisle and she slapped my hand away and girlishly giggled.

I waited for a minute or so and strolled back there myself, doing all I could to appear inconspicuous. But before I slid open the door to the bathroom, I saw one of the flight attendants, a middle-aged but decent looking MILF, in the aisle nearby, beaming me an icy glare. I killed her with kindness, cracked her a toothy grin, and entered the bathroom, sliding the door shut hastily.

Inside was my mom. She'd taken off her stockings and red thong and dangled them seductively in front of me. Then she handed them to me. I received them joyfully and took a sniff of her panties. They smelled rosy and fresh, with a faint hint of her musky cunt.

"Probably not gonna need those for a minute." She purred.

"Or maybe a couple minutes, gimmie some credit!" I replied. We shared a laugh for a second and got down to business, kissing drunkenly and sloppily, spit dribbling everywhere.

Mom sat up on the sink and hiked up her mini, revealing her pink, bald cunt. Being the first class bathroom, it was more spacious than the coach one, but it was still lacking in room to maneuver. I zipped open my pants and sunk my erect manhood into her, but didn't feel as though I had enough room to properly fuck. Plus mom's back was bumping up against the sink. Neither of us was really enjoying it.

So I withdrew my cock and it made a popping sound as it left her cunt.

"Let's try something else." I suggested.

"Like what?" She inquired.

"Like this..." I said, bringing her down from the sink, spinning her around, and bending her over. She propped her hands up against the base of the sink and smiled. Then stared downwards.

I spread apart her fleshy, ample asscheeks, about to dip below and reinsert into her cunt, which was sopping wet. But I halted for a second and admired her puckered little asshole.

I'd fucked her a couple times in the ass already, usually when she was on her period. I was enthralled by it, loving the tightness and naughtiness. No girl had ever let me do it prior. Mom had been ambivalent about it, sometimes liking it, sometimes not. I decided to see how she'd feel about it this time.

My cock already soggy with her pussy juice, I brought it to her asshole and carefully screwed it in. It met resistance at first, being that her asshole was really small and that my cock wasn't lubed too well, but the mushroom tip eventually slid in.

"Ahh, what do you think you're doing back there?" Mom asked, sounding a strange combination of angry, surprised, and horny.

"Wanted to try something else." I muttering, already overcome by the hugging heat of her ass.

"Take it out..."

"Please? It's so good... Please let me..."

Mom sighed and moaned as I pushed my cock into her ass a little further. "Fine... You just better be gentle..." She begrudgingly replied and I went at it, working my cock gently into her tiny hole.

I worked it about halfway in at most because if I moved in further mom made groans that I could easily tell were of pain and not pleasure. But when I fucked her with just the tip she moaned approvingly and even reached her head around to kiss me a couple times, so I did it just like that.

While fucking her in the ass, I buried my head into her blond locks and sniffed at her hair. It was so soft and her shampoo smelled so lovely, like a bouquet of roses. It made me so horny that I felt like getting even dirtier with her and reached down, between her legs and tickled at her clit and fingered her pussy. Mom loved the double penetration and got off with a massive orgasm, soaking my hand.

We hit some turbulence, not a lot, but a little, and we rocked together and my dick suddenly shot all the way up her asshole. This time, though, she loved it, and yelled out "ugh, fuck me harder!" so loud that I thought we might wake the other passengers.

I obliged and slammed my cock into her ass with full force and length and pounded it as the floor shook. The turbulence intensified, and for a second it was like we were on a rollercoaster and I clutched onto her hips as tightly as I could and fucked her up her ass with all my might.

The tightness and suction of her asshole was so strong and it was so hot shaking around and fucking my mom in the ass like that that I busted an unusually prolonged orgasm into her, our bodies rocking as the plane vibrated, my cock blasting spurt after spurt into her.

After coming, I pushed up in there a couple more times and pressed together her asscheeks on my dick as I did so. Her soft cheeks on my dick felt so nice. Then the turbulence relented and the plane evened out.

Regaining my balance, I popped my cock out of her ass and handed her toilet paper to help her wipe my cum out of her crack. Pearly gobs were everywhere.

"Jeez, suge... Think I might be sore tomorrow... " Mom mumbled, cleaning herself up, stepping back into her panties and stockings and inching down her skirt.

"Sorry about the surprise buttsex..." I said, cleaning myself up, too, and zipping up my jeans. Mom laughed and lightly slapped my arm.

"No, it was good. A surprise. But a pleasant surprise. Once I got used to it, it was alright." Mom said, turning to me, and kissing me softly on the lips. "Now we oughta get back to our seats. I wanna catch some shut eye before we land."

"Alright. I'll go out first." I said. Getting myself together, I crept out. Immediately outside the door was the flight attendant from earlier. The MILFy one who gave me the evil eye.

"Sir..." She began to say. She looked perturbed.

"Hey, uh, Margaret," I said, looking down at the name tag atop one of her juicy boobs and holding my gaze there for slightly longer than socially acceptable.

"Can you get me some more of that ice cream, vanilla please?" I asked her, knowing it'd make her have to go get it from the supply area, giving mom enough time to duck out and get back to her seat.

"Certainly." She said, with a forced polite tone and mechanical smile. I watched her vanish through the curtain separating first and business class and hauled ass back to my seat.

Mere seconds later, mom joined me. She kicked off her heels, stretched her blanket over herself, rested her head on my shoulder and dozed off. Then Margaret returned, with my ice cream.

"Here you are..." She said to me, disapprovingly, extending the ice cream and a white plastic spoon my way.

"And sir," she whispered sardonically into my ear, "I'll kindly remind you that this is not a motel."

"What do you mean?" I asked, with mock outrage. I wondered how much more pissed off she'd have been or what she'd have done if she knew that I'd just been fucking my mom up the ass in there.

"You know what I mean." She hissed.

"No, I don't." I replied, with a shoulder shrug.

She didn't buy my plea of innocence or ignorance or whatever I'd attempted to convey and just shook her head and walked up the aisle. I watched her ass as she did so, too.

She wasn't too bad, really. She was probably 40 something and had a pretty face and nice, thick hourglass figure. I admired the way she moved and how that skirt of hers hugged her meaty ass. As I ate my ice cream, I thought of hatefucking her and then peacefully dozed off to the pleasant thought of a threesome involving her and my mom.

I awoke to the sight of mom stretching out in her seat, staring out the window. I took a glance out it, too, and all I could see was water.

I looked on my screen in front of me and it displayed a greenish map of the plane's progress. We'd just crossed over Japan and were nearing Hong Kong.

"Morning." I said to mom.

"Morning, suge." She replied. "I guess we're almost there."

"Guess we are."

The meal service then began and we drank some fairly decent coffee and ate fruits and sweet rolls. Out the window, as we approached Hong Kong, I wondered at the incredible skyline and view of the megacity.

"It's massive." Mom said. "Though I guess it's not too much different than Dallas."

"Maybe in terms of size, but I bet that place isn't anything like Dallas."

"Sure you're right. We're fixing to find out soon..."

"Looking forward to that."

"Me too, suge."

I gave mom a quick peck on the cheek and finished off my coffee. A Chinese businessman sitting across the aisle from us gave me a funny look and I stared back at him and smiled.

Not long after that the plane touched down.

When we deplaned, got through passport control, gathered our baggage and stepped through the humid air, into a taxi, bound for our hotel, we realized we certainly were not in Texas anymore. Hong Kong may have reminded us of Dallas in terms of sheer size, but what we saw on the ground was an entirely different matter.

There were high-rise buildings everywhere. And not only large ones, in terms of width, but also narrow ones, and highly sleek, futuristic looking ones. Everything was so incredibly clustered together. I was astounded at how close they'd been able to build everything.

"I read on Wikipedia that Hong Kong has one of the highest population densities in the world." I mentioned to mom, who was just as enamored by the city as me.

"It's totally another world." Mom replied.

We got to the hotel and checked in. The staff all spoke English very well and were extremely polite and welcoming. When they saw on our passports that we shared the same last name, they asked if we were "Mr. and Mrs." Mom and I looked at each other, smiled, and told them yes.

Our room was small but luxurious. Mahogany walls, marble tiled bathroom with a small Jacuzzi. It also featured a large rectangular window with an impressive view of the bay.

Totally jetlagged, mom and I undressed, got into our hotel robes and slippers and kicked back in bed for a while and watched some TV. There was a large plasma screen built into the wall facing our king size bed. On it, we got many channels from all around the globe, especially a bunch from Australia.

Mom and I laughed at the Australian programs and their funny accents. I suggested that we go there sometime, but mom said she didn't know if she could, because she'd probably be laughing the whole time at the people and how they talked.

We ordered room service for lunch, just some salads and sandwiches, and spent most of the day relaxing in the room. We had a quick quickie before dinner, as I'd crept up behind mom as she combed her hair in the bathroom, slipped open her robe, bent her over the sink and fucked her from behind for a few minutes. I loved surprise fucking her like that, and it was fun watching us fuck in the bathroom mirror, too.

Then, after fucking, we got dressed and ventured out into the chaotic Hong Kong streets, to explore our new surroundings and find some dinner.

The streets were absolutely insane. So crowded with people. But not just Chinese. There were lots of other foreigners there, from practically every country. We saw Brits, lots of Brits, which was understandable, considering Hong Kong was a British colony for many years. But we also saw lots of other Europeans, Africans, and even a few Americans.

There were tons of Middle Eastern type folks, too, in the streets, and they kept trying to sell us fake watches and handbags. Eventually we got tired of walking around and happened upon an interesting looking dim sum restaurant. We went in and enjoyed a marvelous Cantonese feast and then took a cab over to Hong Kong's renowned "Avenue of Stars," which our waiter suggested.

It was sort of like Hong Kong's answer to Hollywood's "Walk of Fame." Lining the street were stars for famous Chinese actors. We didn't really know many of them, other than Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee, and we especially loved the Bruce Lee statue we saw there. Mom and I posed for pictures with it.

The highpoint of the evening was definitely around 8 or so when the skyline across the river suddenly lit up with neon lights and lasers creating multicolor patterns and glows on the high-rise buildings across the river. Mom and I stood by the water, watched the light show, and intermittingly kissed and cuddled. Then we went back to the hotel and crashed out soon after.

I awoke the next morning, climbed on top of mom, who was still sleeping, and woke her up by snaking my morning wood into her pussy. She slowly opened her eyes and peered down at my pelvis as I plowed into her.

Not saying a word, she kissed me on the lips and moaned and ran her hands down my back as I experienced and enjoyed the welcoming warmth and soft tightness of her pussy. I sucked on her boobs as I did so and came a bit faster than usual, why I'm not sure.

Dismounting her, she sarcastically said: "Well, good morning to you, too." And laughed and ducked into the bathroom. I got dressed, used the bathroom after her, brushed my teeth, and we rode the elevator downstairs for the buffet breakfast.

After breakfast, we decided to do some sightseeing that day and took one of those double-decker sightseeing buses that go all around the city. It was fun, too, doing that because we had a knowledgeable tour guide who spoke to us in English and told us a lot about the history of the city. We saw all sorts of neat landmarks and historical spots.

For the afternoon we went to Ocean Park, this zoo/amusement park, and rode a few rides and saw some pandas and tropical birds. Perhaps the most enjoyable bit there was this cable car ride we took which went over the sea and these breathtaking cliffs.

After Ocean Park, we returned to the hotel and relaxed for a while and watched some more Australian TV. Mom said how she was really warming up to the Australian accent and that maybe someday we could go there.

For dinner we decided on this steakhouse that received the highest rating possible from both Michelin and Zagat. Since it appeared to be a fancy place, we figured that we should dress somewhat fancy for the occasion.

Mom went full on and did up her makeup, painting on mascara, dark blue eye shadow, ruby red lipstick, blush, everything. She even teased her curly blond hair and doused herself in an intoxicating flowery perfume.

To go on her voluptuous body, she wore this skin-tight tiny red evening dress with shiny sequins. And that dress, wow, it really complemented the curves of her body outstandingly. And it had a plunging, diamond shaped cut out, which exposed nearly all of her chest, and the dress's skirt was tight and high, showcasing her biggish ass marvelously.

The sheer, dark red nylon stockings she had on under her dress looked sexy as hell, too, especially the way they ran along and revealed her succulent thighs. And I absolutely loved the 10cm black stiletto heels she'd stepped into.

She was such a babe, my mom, I thought, while checking her out as she gazed into the vanity mirror on our room's desk, putting the final touches on her makeup.

I went into the bathroom to slap on some cologne and looked into the mirror and felt underdressed and inferior in only my baby blue polo dress shirt, khaki slacks, and loafers. But as mom met me at the door and we stepped out into the hallway, she scanned me up and down, smiled with approval, and pecked me on the lips. Her smile, approval, and kiss were all I needed, and I felt confident as we rode the elevator downstairs and made our way to the restaurant.

When we got there, we could see why the place was so highly rated. It was posh, uber-posh. Chandeliers, fancy tables, waiters in tuxedos catering to your every whim, the whole nine. The food was excellent, too, of course, but something other than the food and stylish surroundings caught our attention.

There was this couple across the room from us, a young man and woman, mid to late 20's, both very elegant looking. The man was Caucasian, with dark brown hair combed backwards. He looked like a male model and had on an ashy gray dress shirt, matching gray slacks, and shiny brown leather wing tip shoes that appeared to have come right out of a high-end clothing catalogue.

The woman was Chinese. Her skin was pale yellow, and she had long, dancer like legs that seemed to go for miles. Her figure was slender and her little black evening dress dazzling. Her shoulder length raven black hair was parted to the left and she wore what appeared to be a diamond studded necklace which sparkled even in the dim lighting of the restaurant, and touched down teasingly to the crest of her B-cup tits.

Her big brown eyes were sharply slanted and looked simply radiant under her neon greenish eye shadow. And with her thick lips and tiny nose, she had a nearly perfect China doll face.

"That couple over there have been staring at us all night." I told mom.

"Really?" She arched around in her chair to catch a glimpse.

"Whoa, I think the girl's quite beautiful, don't you?" Mom asked, facing back to me.

"Not as beautiful as you. But yeah, she's alright."

"Maybe they want to talk to us."

"About what, mom?"

"Are you that na?ve? I mean, are you?"

"Why do you think I'm na?ve?"

"Because you obviously can't tell that they're swingers."

"They are?"

"Yup."

"And how would you know?"

Mom didn't answer.

"Mom, seriously, how do you know?"

Mom paused, exhaled deeply, and then placed her hands atop mine.

"Remember that night at my parents?"

"Yeah..."

"I told you there were more..."

"Uh, yeah..." My curiosity really drew long the syllable in "yeah."

"Well... You see... There were more. And not only from when I was a teenager. Your father, well, he had an affair. I found out about it. When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that he'd been feeling bored with me..."

"What? How could anyone be bored with you?"

"Aww, you're so cute, suge, but seriously, it happens sometimes in marriage. You're with a person for so long... At first of course I was angry and didn't talk to him for a week. But then I thought it over and forgave him. And at the time, there were lots of folks getting into the swinging thing. Even a couple of my girlfriends were. So your father and I, as a way to move past what happened, at his suggestion, we... we... kinda, we kinda... uh... went to a couple clubs."

"Only a couple?"

"Only a couple. We were with a handful couples but we stopped. It wasn't our thing. Or maybe I should say... it wasn't his thing."

"So you liked it?"

Mom blushed and didn't answer.

"Mom, I don't know what to say..."

"Does it make you think less of me? It was a long time ago..."

Suddenly my cock hardened. The thought of my mom being all slutty, going pornstar style on random dudes turned me on. It was such a stark contrast to her demeanor, her romanticism, her so often wanting to make love instead of fucking...
It surprised me greatly but also let me know that maybe mom was a more sexual being than I previously thought and more of a complicated being, too. And this sudden realization got me hot. Really hot.

"You wanna do that? Tonight? Now?" I asked her.

"Do what exactly?" She smiled, slyly.

"We're on vacation. People do different things on vacation. Maybe we could try something different..." I suggested.

"Do you want to?"

"I've never tried."

"I can tell by the way you're looking at that girl that you want to bang her brains out."

"Maybe. Maybe I do."

"Maybe I wanna watch you do it."

"Damn, mom. I've never seen this side of you... I like it..."

"It comes out now and then. Especially on vacations..."

"Perhaps we should go on vacation more often then."

"Perhaps we should go talk to that couple."

"Let's go then, mom."

"Let's go. And don't call me 'mom.'"

We stood up, composed ourselves, held hands and walked over to the couple. They both grinned eagerly as we approached.

"Howdy there," I said, "y'all speak English?"

"Eh, just a bit, mate." The man smilingly replied, in an Australian accent.

Mom and I looked at each other and smirked, both of us as amused as surprised.

"Fancy a seat?" The man asked, waving his hand to the empty table adjoined to theirs.

"Certainly." Mom replied, smiling at him, obviously enamored with his piercing, icy blue eyes and rugged good looks.

We had a seat, ordered a bottle of red wine, and made some small talk. His name was Paul and he was an Australian businessman doing some project or other in Hong Kong and Guangzhou. Her name was Xiao and she was from Guangzhou and worked at one of the companies he contracted with. She barely spoke any English, aside from a couple words. He spoke fluent Mandarin and translated for her.

We told them we were a husband and wife from Texas. But we didn't talk much about ourselves. Most of the talking we did was about Hong Kong, the stuff we'd seen, and so on.

And most of the talking we did was with him, obviously, since neither mom nor I spoke Chinese. But although we didn't speak much directly, Xiao was giving me furtive glances and smiles practically the entire time, from the second I sat down, and I happily returned them to her.

Mom and Paul seemed to be hitting it off and played quite a bit of eye tennis as well.

"There's this place down the street, a disco, where we could go, if you fancy that?" Paul suggested.

Mom, already tipsy from all the wine we'd consumed that evening made a far more direct proposal.

"Why don't we take this party back to our hotel or yours?" She interjected, slurring her words a bit.

Paul chuckled and said something to Xiao, probably translating what mom had said. Upon hearing, Xiao blushed and nodded her head coyly, glanced over at me and smiled again, this time a much more suggestive smile.

"Then let's go... How's about our place?" Paul asked.

"What are we waiting for?" Mom replied. And I noticed that under the table she'd kicked off her heels and was stroking around his crotch with her stocking covered foot.

Their hotel was only a five minute taxi ride away from the restaurant and might have been even fancier than ours. It had this amazing fountain in the lobby and clear glass elevators that ran up the spine of the building, allowing for not only a complete view of the hotel, but also a spectacular view of the Hong Kong skyline. And as we ascended in the elevator, mom and I gazed out in wonder at all the skyscrapers, lights, cars, and masses of humanity crisscrossing through the crowded streets like little ants.

Their suite was on the building's penultimate floor and was far larger than ours, though without many furnishings, only a king sized bed in the middle, a couch diagonally across from it, and small bar area in the corner. The room's best attribute was definitely its pair of huge square windows that allowed for a massive view of the city's neon skyline.

Paul flicked on the room's stereo system and blasted Guns N Roses' "Paradise City."

"Some champy?" The Australian asked, loudly over the music, as he took out a bottle from the mini-fridge in the bar area.

Mom had been at ease the entire time, but once we got into that room, she stiffened up. She kind of shook her head at his champagne offer and looked over at me.

"You alright?" I whispered into her ear.

She didn't respond, but nodded hesitantly.

"We can go if you want." I told her, whispering, though I think Paul heard or at least understood, and he begun to look nervous himself.

Mom then shocked me. For a minute there I thought we might bid them adieu and leave prematurely. However, with one thorough movement, she lifted up and off her dress. Then kicked off her heels, slipped off her stockings and stood entirely naked in front of us all. Guess she didn't feel like wearing undergarments that evening...

Paul dropped his glass of champagne to the floor and awed in amazement at my mother's gorgeous naked body. How voluptuous it was. How big and firm her tits were. How flat her stomach was. He gazed upon her with delight, as did I, and Xiao, too.

My cock stiffened. I was floored by how brazen mom had been. Maybe for her, jumping in on the deep end was the best way to start.

Xiao, who'd just sat down on the couch with her legs crossed, rose up to meet my mom. She calmly approached her, clutched onto mom's hips, and brought her face to hers. They began to kiss, slowly at first, and I could tell that Xiao loved kissing my mom as much as I did.

Xiao broke their kiss and led mom by the hand to the bed. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, but Xiao pushed her backwards a bit, further up the bed, and mom lay on her back and spread her legs wide, like a V.

Xiao then darted over to the bar area, grabbed a bottle of honey, and quickly returned and poured a string of it onto mom's bare cunt. Then she went down on my mom, licking away at her now honey coated snatch, slurping and sucking away at it vigorously.

Mom moaned and groaned and ran her fingers through Xiao's raven mane. Unable to withstand any more voyeurism, I hastily disrobed, sauntered up to the bed, and lifted up Xiao's skirt and pulled down the black silk thong she'd been wearing, uncovering a splendid, apple shaped ass and cocoa colored, hairy, dripping wet cunt.

I was about to stab into her and get my first taste of Asian pussy, but I felt Paul tap me on the shoulder.

Holding out a condom, he ripped open the wrapper and handed me the rubber.

"We always play safe, mate." He told me, with a smile.

Realizing I'd almost been a complete fool to fuck this girl I'd only met an hour ago without a condom, I knowingly smiled back, took the rubber and rolled it on. Then I worked my cock into Xiao's wet cunt, though it was hard to get in. It was so damn tight. Probably the tightest pussy I'd ever fucked. I'd heard this about Asian girls but never personally experienced it, until then.

Xiao cried out loudly as I did my best to get my dick in. I was only able to go about halfway. Her cunt's tightness furiously resisted. Pushing harder, I finally got it all the way in after several strokes, and Xiao relented her pussy eating and moaned.

I ran my hands along her slim body, which was soft and firm. Mostly I grabbed at her tight little asscheeks as I fucked her from behind but I also reached around, went under the front of her dress and fondled her smallish tits.

I'd been too busy with Xiao to realize that Paul was now naked himself and kneeling on the bed, in front of my mom, his thick cock snaking into her mouth.

His dick was pretty damn thick, too. Possibly thicker than mine though it was shorter than mine. Mom seemed happy with it and sucked accordingly.

Xiao had started crying out loudly as I fucked her, but upon seeing Paul with his dick in my mom's mouth, she returned to eating mom's pussy.

Xiao must have done something special to mom, too, because as soon as she went back to mom's pussy, mom's body trembled the way it does before she comes and she let Paul's dick fall from her mouth, yelled out an expletive, held onto Xiao's head and came hard.

Paul then flipped her over, slipped on a rubber, and began to fuck my mom from behind, forcefully.

"Oh, mate, does she ever have a tight pussy!" Paul yelled to me.

I couldn't respond. I was too busy fucking his own partner's tight pussy, which got tighter and tighter the more I fucked it. This girl, like my mom, knew her muscle control.

Xiao craned her head back to me and said something in Chinese. I couldn't understand but replied to her how beautiful she was and that her pussy might have been tightest I ever fucked. I think Xiao understood, since she smiled at me and tightened up her pussy even more, to the point that it was hard to get full strokes.

I'd had enough. My body seized up and I shot squirt after squirt of cum into the condom and worried it might burst under the pressure. Fortunately it didn't and I withdrew from Xiao.

She turned around and stood up to face me. I took her small soft body into my arms and embraced her and kissed her for a minute and from her tiny mouth I could taste the delicious concoction of honey and mom's pussy. Xiao was an excellent kisser, too, not as good as my mom, but still damn good.

After we finished our kiss, she went over to my mom, who was at this point being fucked so hard by Paul that I could hear the clapping of their pelvises.

Xiao lay in front of mom and spread out her legs and mom returned the favor Xiao had given her, licking and sucking away at her hairy pussy.

I went over to the couch, plucked off the condom, threw it into a trash bin, and poured myself a glass of champagne, sipped on it and watched the three of them go at it. Mom, her lips dripping with spit and pussy juice, glanced over at me and smiled as Paul banged away at her from behind.

I smiled back. Seeing her involved in that threesome, and enjoying it so, turned me on intensely. My cock got hard again and I started to masturbate to the scene unfolding on the bed.

After a few more minutes, Paul yelped, froze up, and tugged my mom's hips. I guessed he'd come. He pulled out, bumbled backwards, and lay down on the bed. From the nightstand next to him, he fished out a cigarette from a soft pack of Marlboros, struck a match, and lit one. He then chucked his condom into a nearby wastebasket, laid his head to the backboard, and observed the action.

Amazingly, mom was still eating Xiao's pussy, just going at it. Xiao was loving it, too, and was yelling and crying. She was actually really crying, even, tears streaked down her cheeks. And her body, especially her hips, were contorting and shaking.

I wanted to fuck my mom now, in front of the both of them. And I wondered what they would think of that, me fucking my mom. What would they think about witnessing the ultimate sexual taboo...

I didn't have to wonder for too long, though. As I walked over and honed in on my mom's ass, my rock hard cock in hand, approaching the bed like a missile, I yelled out impulsively, "My turn now, mom."

Mom immediately stopped eating Xiao's pussy and sat down on the bed, her face totally red.

"What?" Paul asked, looking confused. "Is she, is she your mum?"

Mom and I looked over at each other. Neither of us uttered a word.

"She is, isn't she? Holy fuck..." Paul said, shaking his head. He then translated the revelation over to Xiao.

Xiao gasped and sat back in the bed, next to Paul. Both of them were dead quiet for a couple seconds, until Paul exclaimed loudly, "Fuck, mate, that is so bloody perverted... And so bloody hot!"

Xiao started laughing lightly, licked her lips, and planted her hand on Paul's cock. Paul extinguished his cigarette in the nightstand ashtray and begun to peel off all Xiao's dress and then her bra. Her were tits were small but maybe the roundest I'd ever seen and her tiny chocolate nipples were rock hard.

"Go ahead, mate. Fuck her, fuck her rotten. I wanna see." Paul told me, his thick cock getting harder by the second.

"So, mom, he wants to see us fuck." I told my mom, who sat naked before me.

"Oh does he?" Mom asked in a sultry voice, staring straight at Paul.

"Have you fucked her before?" Paul asked, obviously intrigued.

"Oh yeah, many times. She's not only my mom. She's my wife, too." I told him, while pulling at my hard cock. Mom then brushed my hand off it and started playing with it herself.

"How'd it start? Who made the first move?" He asked. Xiao now was going down on him, sucking, deep throat, on his swollen member.

"I did. We were kinda skinny dipping one night. And one thing led to another." I told him, getting up on the bed, laying down mom and spreading her legs apart.

"Skinny dipping? With your mum? Oh, mate. You're a filthy bloke. But a bloody lucky one. If my mum looked like yours..."

"She is pretty, isn't she, my mom?" I asked. My cock was at the base of mom's pussy, about to enter.

"Sure is. A great fuck, too. Need a condom?"

"Nah, I never fuck my mom with condoms."

"Oh hell, put it in her, mate." Paul ordered. "Put it in your beautiful mum's pussy..."

"How's that sound, mom?" I asked, rubbing my cock around her sticky wet outer pussy lips.

"Sounds right, suge. My baby fucks me good, better than his father. Better than you, Paul..." Mom said, still staring at Paul.

"Damn right I do..." I exclaimed. Then I injected my cock, full length, into mom's warm and waiting pussy. It slid right in perfectly. I'd worried Paul's thick cock might have loosened it, but it felt tight as ever.

"Holy fuck!" Paul yelled, at the sight of my cock sliding in and out of my mom's pussy. "Holy fuck! Holy fuck!" He kept yelling.

Then he pulled Xiao's head off him, laid her down next to my mom, and stuck his cock right into her, without a condom.

He whispered over to me. "I wanna feel what you're feeling, mate. I wanna feel it."

As Xiao and my mom lay next to each other, they kissed intermittently, as we fucked them. It got me so excited, too, seeing them kiss, seeing their tongues duel.

Paul must have been even more excited than me by the whole experience, because he came after only a couple minutes, pulling out before he did, shooting rope after rope of pearly white cum all over Xiao's flat stomach.

I kept fucking my mom for another good fifteen minutes or so and fingered Xiao here and there and played and sucked on mom's and Xiao's tits.

Paul sat back and watched with delight, fingered Xiao in the ass, and shook his head, muttering over and over, "holy fuck!"

It was probably one of the hottest lays I'd ever had with mom. Doing it in front of other people, especially after revealing our secret, really took it to the next level.

Eventually I shot a big load into mom's pussy, and then lay atop her for a minute or so, kissing her, until my cock softened, and I pulled out.

As we lay together, I rested my head on mom's shoulder and glanced over at Xiao and Paul, who were curled together, staring at us, enraptured.

"Enjoy the show?" Mom asked them.

"Did we ever..." Paul replied, still looking as though he thought he'd been dreaming. Xiao smiled and nodded at us.

I figured we'd probably stay the night and engage in some more escapades, but, after a couple glasses of champagne, mom got up, dressed, and told me she felt like going back to our hotel. I kinda wanted to stay the night and fuck Xiao's tight Asian pussy again, but I complied to mom's wish. After all, even though she is my lover, girlfriend, wife, whatever, she is still my mom.

We said our goodbyes. Paul wanted to exchange contact details, but mom politely declined. As we made our way to the door, Paul and I shook hands and he and mom and Xiao and I cheek-kissed goodbye.

Mom and I rode the elevator to the lobby and went by cab back to our hotel in silence. Not an awkward silence, more like an understood one.

When we got back to our room, I figured I had to say something. So I did.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" I asked rhetorically, getting out of my clothes. Mom was undressing and readying up for a shower.

"It was. But please don't tell anyone about... us... again, suge. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Me neither. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's OK. But you liked it? I know you must have liked her."

"I did. But not as much as I like you. You seemed to like her too. And him."

"I did like her. And him. But not as much as I like you."

Mom embraced me, her huge naked tits mashing up against my bare chest. Her velvety skin on mine was practically the best feeling in the world.

"We should do it again sometime." I said, kissing mom softly on the lips.

"We should. Just not too often. But it's fun sometimes. Maybe we can do it in Paris."

"Paris?" I asked. My head all of a sudden started spinning. All the champagne and wine were exacting their inevitable tolls.

"We can talk about that tomorrow morning, suge. I'm fixing to take a shower."

"Tomorrow morning then." I told her, stumbling backward and falling into the bed.

Next thing I knew, it was tomorrow morning. I'd passed out sideways on the bed. But mom had been sweet enough to wrap the covers over me.

Mom was nowhere to be found in the room when I woke up, so I dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs, to the dining hall, for the breakfast buffet. I estimated I'd probably see her there, near the fruit table, and, sure enough, I did see her, though she was helping herself to a Texas-sized plate of buttermilk pancakes instead of fruit.

She pointed me over to our table, and I sat down and ordered some coffee and rubbed at my pounding, hangover ravaged forehead.

Mom took a seat across from me at the table. She looked so pretty. How she managed to look so damn radiant the morning after a booze and fuckfest like that boggled my mind.

"There's something we need to talk to about." She said demurely. That phrase, when uttered by a woman, usually wasn't good.

"What's up?" I asked, nervously, not really wanting to hear any bad news on such a wicked hangover.

"Well, I got an offer the other day."

"What kinda offer?"

"An offer from this group in Houston. I've worked with them for a few years now. They want to buy my consulting business."

"Really? Wow... But you built that business. You really wanna make it corporate?"

"No, I didn't, until I saw the offer. It's $10 million."

"What?!" I exclaimed, almost spitting out my coffee.

"That's what I said, too. There's no way it's worth that. But if they're suckers enough to pay it, I'd be a sucker not to take it. I'll still stay on the board of directors, have a nice salary, and have a small say in things."

"I guess you're gonna take it? You'd be a fool not to..."

"I am taking it. And I've enjoyed traveling so much with you that I wanna do more."

"Like Paris?"

"I can't believe you remember that. You were so drunk..."

"That was about the point I blacked out. But yeah..."

"So you wanna travel the world with me. Maybe live in another country?"

"I do. I wanna be your travel companion. And your boyfriend. And your husband."

"You can even be my son, too, sometimes." Mom whispered, as she buttered her pancakes.

"Sign me up."

"Ever skinny dipped in the Mediterranean, suge?"

"Nope. But I'd like that. Maybe in the Caribbean, too..."

"I hear there're sharks in those waters, though. Even more than in the Gulf."

"But it won't be the sharks you'll need to worry about."

We shared a laugh and mom ordered me to the buffet to get some breakfast before it closed.

I put a hand over hers, stared deep into her ocean blue eyes and told her point blank:

"I love you."
"I love you, too. She replied. "More than anything or anyone else in this world. And there's something else I gotta tell you."

"What's that?"

"You notice I'm eating a little more than usual?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, that's cause I'm gonna be eating for two for a while."

"You're what?"

"That's right. Just found out this morning. You're gonna be a father... Soon enough we'll be having another travel companion..."

Chapter 1