On vacation with mom

First time abroad, cool. Too bad it's with my mom, it would be much better alone. Though, I thought, I'm not going to go to the beach and go on excursions with my mom. I'll meet someone, and I'll only appear in the room to sleep.

I'm 18, Mom is 39. Big breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. Her butt even looks a bit disproportionate, a real ass.

She divorced my father when I was little, about 5 years old. I never noticed any lovers, she often works late, I assume that's when she gets pleased.

I'm on break from technical school, she's on vacation. Without warning me, she bought a package to

Turkey for 10 days for two. I didn't want to go with my mom, but I had to. Would've been better to stay home alone. Could've driven her car, hung out with friends.

Mom is very friendly, if someone talks to her, she'll gladly keep the conversation going, especially with men. Like in a taxi, she'll chat with the driver, even flirt a little. Or in line, she'll ask some man something and a conversation starts up again, sometimes her behavior annoys me. Once in a cafe, I went to the bathroom — I come back, and some guy is sitting at our table, they're discussing the harm of fast food and the correctness of their choice in favor of salad. And after 20 minutes of their conversation, she let him keep his hand on her knee. That's what irritates me.

The same thing happened on the plane, she sat the whole flight talking to another beau, his name was Evgeny, and upon arrival, they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Thank God he was staying at a different hotel, personally I didn't see him again, since I didn't go on excursions with my mom, and he was there too, although he traveled independently and didn't plan to go on excursions. They also went out for a walk a couple of times in the evening.

We lived in one room and slept with my mom in one bed, sometimes I slept on the floor because of the heat. It turned out cheaper, so mom decided to save money. Mom didn't hesitate to undress in front of me, wearing thongs, even though the thought of us together is unpleasant to me, her butt excited me. Once she lay down and forgot to set the alarm, reached for the phone, and my gaze accidentally fell on her butt, the thongs were so narrow that you could slightly see the darkened ring of her anus.

There were often moments when in our sleep we pressed so close that my knee was against her butt, or her breast against my shoulder, even though the bed was very wide. Waking up earlier than her in the morning, I'd find a crumpled blanket, unadjusted panties, and consequently, her crotch on display. Her pussy was always shaved bald. She changed her panties twice a day from my observations. She only wore thongs.

One time early in the morning, around the 6th day of our vacation, we decided to go to the beach and have a little drink, mom had a cocktail, and I had beer. By lunch, I managed to drink two 0.5-liter beers. And then she called Evgeny and invited him to our beach. I was swimming, and they were mostly sunbathing. But I immediately felt the contrast after the last meeting on the plane; on the plane, they were still keeping their distance. On the beach, as soon as they met, they kissed right away. Watching them while swimming, I noticed hugging, kissing, caressing, once they even kissed boldly and for a long time with tongue. When I was lying next to them, of course, there wasn't such boldness, but I felt they wanted to, and most likely were already doing it regularly.

We drank more, and more. Evening was coming, and they weren't thinking of parting. They were already quite drunk, including me. And they decided to come to our place. We picked up more wine and beer on the way. At first, we sat near the hotel, and when it got completely dark, my drunk mom started persuading him to stay with us. They were already hugging fully despite me. Though under the guise of friends in my presence. I was, of course, very against it, but I looked at mom silently and angrily in the eyes, and she apparently didn't understand. And we went to our room, sat drinking, and they talked loudly, the conversation became quieter and quieter, time went on more and more, and we started getting ready for bed. I understood without words that I was sleeping on the floor, laid out a mattress, put a pillow. Mom went as usual to take a shower before bed, and Evgeny and I didn't say a word to each other during that time. I was already under the blanket and sitting on VKontakte. Then mom came and started making the bed, it was clearly visible how Evgeny greedily watched mom's ass when she bent over doggy style, she was wrapped in a towel. She made the bed, Evgeny undressed and lay down, then mom turned off the light and, as I understood, without removing the towel, went to sleep in it. I turned off my phone, but I couldn't sleep in such an atmosphere, some kind of jealousy was playing. Some strange man with my naked mom in bed.

What was more stressful were the constant rustlings; they were clearly not lying still. The lower part of the blanket moved slowly, as if someone's hand was moving there, either Evgeny's hand on mom's pussy, or mom's hand on Evgeny's pussy. In the dark, it was hard to see from the floor. I occasionally raised my head a little to see more. Breathing was clearly audible in the silence. And the further it went, the more they believed I was asleep. And the louder they rustled. Then sometimes slurping sounds became audible; I was in shock from such boldness. Raising my head, I saw that mom was still lying on her back, with her knees bent. And Evgeny was on his side. The slurping became more frequent; I assumed Evgeny was fiddling with mom's pussy with his hand. Then their heads also started moving, quiet kisses and slurping of mom's pussy were heard. I heard 8-10 short slaps on mom's pussy with a palm. That sound is unmistakable. And then slurping again.

Kisses and slurping. From under their blanket, mom's towel, which she was wrapped in, was already visible. It was crumpled, and later fell on the floor.

Mom turned on her side facing Evgeny, Her leg was raised high up, and I think the slurping was no longer from Evgeny's hands. And what surprised me the most was not that Evgeny was fucking Mom, but that Mom was fucking Evgeny. Mom herself, lying on her side, was impaling herself on Evgeny's cock, Evgeny lay in place and played along a little.

As always, I woke up before everyone. Next to me lay Mom's towel, on the other side of the bed the blanket, empty bottles on the floor. And on the bed lay sleeping Evgeny and Mom. Evgeny was lying on his back, and Mom was sleeping on Evgeny with her butt up and legs spread. The sheet was wet, either from semen or something else.