A Trip to Remember Pt. 05

WARNING - THIS IS PART 5 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.

When we last left off, I had just gotten off the elevator and took a minute to see what my phone actually recorded between my mother and me. Knowing if I had a video of her begging me to fuck her, then if, or when, she decided this was over, I could leverage this to continue my escapades. I never wanted to blackmail her into sex, but being inside of my very own birth canal felt carnal. Like every man's desire if they had an attractive mother, or maybe I'm just a pervert.

I strolled through the lobby of the casino with zero fucks to give, smiling ear to ear after just fucking the daylights out of my mother...more than once. I made my way around the slot machines and eventually found my dad sitting at a blackjack table, but to my surprise, he wasn't drinking.

"No screwdriver to start your day?" I asked him.

"No, I think I need to take a day off. We leave tonight, I'm still half-drunk and I haven't really spent enough time with you. I think I'll just focus on whatever you want to do today", he said back.

"Oh," I started to respond.

"Besides, your mother isn't even acknowledging I exist right now, so I need to shape up if I ever want to get lucky again," he cut me off.

His words hit me like a brick to the face, "if I ever want to get lucky again," his words resonated inside of me. Creating a raging flame of anger and animosity inside of me that I wanted to respond with such vitriol honesty. But I bit my tongue.

"Ha, yeah, she's probably exhausted from me keeping her up late the last couple of nights. Vegas is awesome." I responded and laughed to myself.

"I knew you'd love it here, but I'm sorry you are here alone. I'm sure you would've had a lot more fun with a girl," he said without realizing how wrong he was.

"Nah dad, there's no way. I've had the time of my life," was all I could get out with a straight face.

"Good morning," I heard my mother say from over my shoulders.

"Good morning mom, you're dressed up like we are going somewhere?" I seemingly questioned.

"Good morning beautiful," my father said to her getting up to kiss her.

"Good morning, John, how many have you had?" my mother asked him.

"None babe, I told Jason I was going to spend the day enjoying our time together before we leave," he proudly responded as he leaned in to kiss her.

Their kiss pissed me off, for the first time in my entire life, seeing my parents kiss actually made me jealous. Looking at this woman wearing this sexy red summer dress, knowing my cum is still inside of her, just wasn't enough for me. How was I actually going to fuck her all day before we flew home if he wasn't going to be off gallivanting somewhere drunk?

"Where do you want to eat guys?" my father asked.

"How about the buffet?" my mother responded.

"Perfect, let's go," my father quipped back.

I watched him stand up, grab his remaining chips, and start to walk away, taking my mother's hand in his. As I followed them, I could see my mother's gait was slightly off, just a slight change in her normal disposition, telling me her pussy was exhausted. I smiled knowing that while he held her hand, I held that pussy less than 30 minutes ago and I would hold it again before we left.

As soon as we got to breakfast my father couldn't wait five minutes to head to the buffet line. As soon as he was gone, I smiled at my mother, saying nothing, just a smile. She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and blushed, smiled, and then walked away from the table. She knew, I knew, she was sore. Shortly thereafter, the waitress came over.

"Would you like a drink sir? We have screw drivers, Irish coffee, regular coffee," she said to me.

"Can you bring two cups of coffee for her and I, and he'll have a stiff Irish coffee, can you ask the bartender to make it a double, or stronger?" I asked her.

"Of course, whatever you all want," she said back.

Fucking perfect. My old man couldn't say no to whiskey, or any alcohol for that matter. Plus, he only gives a crap about what my mother thinks of him. I knew that if he had a coffee in front of him that she didn't know was whiskey, he'd drink it and wouldn't think twice. Plus, him telling me he was still tipsy told me that one good drink and he'd be right back on the train.

By the time they got back to the table, the waitress had already returned with our coffee's. I was drinking mine as if nothing was going on. My mother poured some creamer into hers as my father took a sip. The expression on his face said it all, but he never said a word, in fact it was quite the opposite. My father added a couple of ice cubes to it and within a minute the cup was empty. His face became flushed as the whiskey hit him, it must've been really good.

I got up and made myself a plate of food and started looking for the waitress to ask her for a refill, knowing that if I could get one more inside of him, I'd have the day to myself with her. Finally, I found the waitress and within a few minutes she made her way back around with another coffee for all of us.

"Thank you!" my father exclaimed. "This is great coffee," he said aloud, but mostly to himself.

As we were eating my father couldn't stop talking, a sign the alcohol was hitting him.

"How about we gamble some Jason? I was doing really well at blackjack earlier, that table was hot." my father said.

"I was thinking we could explore a few other casino's before we flew back, there's so much I haven't seen. So much I haven't experienced." I said staring at my mom.

But my mother didn't even realize what I was saying, she was staring at my father with the look of bitter disgust. Pure discontent. She knew he wasn't drinking only coffee; she could tell by the way he was getting so loud. The silence from her was deafening as I sat at the table and watched her.

"Why don't you go back to that table and Jason, and I will go see New York, New York John." my mother said to him.

"Are you sure? I mean, if you don't mind, I may win enough to pay for our entire trip", my dad started to say.

"Yeah, I don't mind at all." my mother cut him off.

"Ok, I'll pay the bill and I'm going to head back to the table. I'm going to get another coffee to keep me going," my dad said as he stood up looking for the waitress. Without another word, he walked off, a complete Irish goodbye as he was going to get another drink on his way out. One problem down.

"What the fuck is wrong with him. He's such an asshole to get wasted at the start of the morning on the day we fly back. He probably won't even make it on the fuckin plane..." my mother started rambling.

"Mom it's fine, let's just go to one of the other casino's, it'll be nice just the two of us." I said to her.

"I'm not even in the mood to Jason, I'm just going to go upstairs, and pack shit up," she responded to me as she stood up and walked off.

Fuck, I thought to myself. Talk about your all-time backfires. That did not go the way I had envisioned. As I sat there, I decided that I wasn't done with my fun, my mother was submissive, and she did what my father demanded. I had already seen her submit to me, I just had to remind her of her place and take my position above her. The only question I had for myself was, will my dick work after taking such abuse recently.

As I got to our floor, my nerves were starting to get to me, I should've had a drink to take the edge off. I walked to her door but before I could knock, I could hear her inside angrily mumbling. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but I could clearly understand it was with hatred. I knocked on her door, *knock, knock, knock*.

"What!" I heard exclaimed from the other side.

*Knock, knock, knock* I knocked again without saying a word.

"WHAT!" she said loudly as she threw open the door. "What do you want Jason!" she said as a statement, more than a question.

Never having seen my mother in this tone, I was in shellshock, standing there in total awe of how to respond. Before I could even get a word out, she went to push the door shut and lock me out.

"Wait," I said as I put my foot against the door blocking it from closing. "I want to talk," I said to her.

My mother stepped back from the threshold and gave me room to enter. The hotel room was in disarray, clothes where everywhere, half of one bag was packed, makeup thrown on the floor. I've never seen her room like this, my mother is a very clean person and is always picking up messes. She is more traditional and old school in thinking it's a mother's job to keep a tidy house. Looking around I began to wander if it was the fact that my father wasn't keeping up his control on things.

"What are you doing," I asked her.

"I'm packing what does it look like I'm doing, just go do whatever you want," she responded.

Staring at her in that dress and hearing "whatever you want" come out of her mouth was all I needed. I stepped up to her, closed the distance, and pushed my mouth against hers. She let my kiss linger, allowing my tongue to penetrate hers, letting our tongues dance together in a rhythm, completely ignoring the totality of the situation. She slowly pulled her face back keeping her eyes closed tightly.

"Thank you, now you need to go enjoy your last hours here," she said to me as she moved away.

"I'm not done," I said to her sternly.

"Yes, you are," she responded.

"No, I'm not. This room is a mess. You're going to pick this shit up and you're going to do it now. Then you're going to come to my room and let me know it's done. Are we clear?" I said to her.

"Umm, ugh, yeah," she started to respond.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND," I interrupted her.

"Yes, I'll let you know when I get it all straightened out..." my mother said softly.

"You have twenty minutes," I said as I walked out her door.

I walked across the hall feeling like I just shot my shot, either this would work, or I was going to be exploring the city alone and flying back home awkwardly. Twenty minutes passed by and there was no knock on my door. Twenty-five - nothing. And then, just when I was accepting defeat, there was a light knock on my door.

"Jason, I packed everything up, but you aren't..." she started to say.

"Come in," I cut her off.

My mother took five steps into my room and stopped, she had her head down and her hands crossed in front of her. My treatment of her put her in a submissive state. I couldn't believe it.

"That was longer than twenty minutes," I said sternly.

"Jason, I...I know...I," she started to respond.

"I won't have this level of disobedience, not after all we've established this weekend." I sternly said back. "I'm going to punish you mother, and you're going to enjoy the punishment. Take your dress off." I demanded.

"Jason," was all she said.

"Now," I said sharply and direct.

My mother slowly lifted her dress up and over her head, slowly dropping it on the floor next her. Holding her head down and not looking at me, she lowered her hands back down in front of her. Standing there with no bra on, just her perfect tits hanging freely for me to take in. She wore a different pair of panties than what she had on earlier, they were old-fashioned granny-style panties.

"Take off your panties and don't ever wear those around me again," I demanded.

Without a word, she slid her thumbs into the edge of her white panties and pushed them to the floor. Completely naked, she still wouldn't look at me. My cock was pulsing inside of my shorts. Straining at the resistance put against it by my underwear, as if trapped inside a cage it was fighting to get out of.

"Turn around and put your hands on the bed mother, I'm going to spank you for being late," I said to her.

She did exactly as I said, my god my father created the perfect little submissive wife, such an obedient wife that loved to be corrected. I walked towards her as I pealed my shirt off and threw it to the side on the floor. I slowly, gently, slid my fingers across her bare buttocks and up her back. I felt her tremble and saw her body become covered in goose bumps. I leaned forward and kissed my mother's back, reassuring her that I was not here to hurt her, but to teach her. I drew my hand back, not to far, but far enough to know I would garner a reaction and *SMACK*, the sound of my bare hand against her bare flesh.

"Ahhh..." my mother whimpered.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

My mother's breathing was rapid, her body was trembling, her skin covered in goosebumps as my hand freely punished her. I admired the handprints on her ass from the first three strikes and as I was looking at her from this position, I could see her pussy was covered in juices. She loved it. She wanted it. This is what she was missing from my father, no one was treating her the way she was craving.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"Are you going to be late again mother?" I asked her.

"No, Jason no, I'm sorry for being late," she responded.

I kept staring at her bent over, I couldn't help but slide my middle finger across the slit created by her pussy lips being pushed back towards me. She was soaking wet. I slid my finger up and down her perfect slit, from her clit to her taint, teasing her. Her breathing was sharp, short, labored, as if she was trying to catch her breath but she couldn't. I unbuckled my belt with my left hand and pushed my shorts and underwear to the ground as I continued to tease the edge of her pussy with my right hand.

"Now you're going to show me how sorry you are. All of this is mine now. All of it. Do you understand me?" I asked her.

"Yes..." was all she said back.

"Turn around mother," I directed her.

As she spun around, I guided her to her knees, without any further instruction, my mother started licking the tip of my dick. Teasing the head. She ran her tongue across my piss hole and flicked it, sensing the shivers it gave me, she continued. My mother began holding my balls and gently tugging on them as she continued licking the length of my hardened shaft.

Before I realized what she was about to do, she took my entire length down her throat. I was in ecstasy. I stood above her and looked down at the sight below me, my mother, in broad daylight, willingly taking my engorged cock into her mouth. From tip to base, she took it all. The more comfortable down there she got, the more she increased her pace, I could see her eyes were closed and she was loving every second of hearing me moan. Looking down at a this beautiful woman, my own mother, sucking my cock with such enthusiasm, was a feeling I cannot describe. With her right hand wrapped around the base of my dick, she reached between her own legs and started playing with her clit, teasing herself, pushing herself closer to needing to cum. But not yet, not like this.

I pushed my mother's head back away from my cock, but she resisted and tried to swallow it again. I stepped back away from her, and she looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes, my mother loved satisfying the man who held her accountable.

"Bend over the bed mother," I directed her.

Without a sense of resistance, my mother picked herself up off the floor, spread her legs, and laid her upper body face down on the bed. Her pussy was staring at me, needing to be tasted again. I knelt down behind her and ran my tongue along her wet slit, slowly teasing it and pushing my tongue into her. My mother squealed when my tongue penetrated her hole, knowing she wanted me to fill her with myself, I resisted. I continued the oral onslaught, I slid my finger inside of her pussy and began spreading her juices all over her. As I continued licking her and fingering her, I raised my head up and ran my tongue across her asshole. Just like before, she tightened up, she was startled, but quickly pushed herself back into my face.

I continued licking her asshole, in my mind, I was taking this hole. I was intent on fucking every part of her I could, I was destined to make her body lust me, and only me. I slowly raised myself up and started rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Coating it in her juices. Slowly pushing the head into her tight little pussy hole, but teasingly so. Just the tip, just to tease her, and then I'd pull it back out and rub it against her. As I slid the head back in again, she pushed back against me, inviting me inside of her. Telling me she needed to feel my girth open her up. As I pushed in my mother couldn't control her sounds any longer.

"Ughhphmmm fuck Jason. God, you feel so good. MMmphhh fuckkk," she said gutturally.

I slowly pulled my cock back out, almost all the way, but leaving just the head inside as I slowly pushed back in. I continued the slow and controlled motion for several minutes until my mother stopped moaning. Knowing she was soaked; I pulled out again and pushed in harder.

"Yes, fuck me please..." she said.

I started picking up my pace, seeing the red handprints against her bare cheeks that I was now slapping into with my thighs. I obliged her, I began fucking her with no regard for rhythm and was crashing our bodies together hard and loud.

"Fuck fuck fuck..oh fuck I am going to cum. Don't stop. Don't stop," my mother was saying.

But I slowed my pace again, pulling almost all the way out, pushing all the way in, and repeat. As I got my pace back down, I licked my right thumb and started teasing it against her puckered asshole that was staring at me. Her tight, spit covered asshole was begging to be opened up by me, and I was going to do it. I slowly started working my thumb into that closed cavern as I continued to slide in and out. Keeping her mind preoccupied with the perfect sensation of her son's cock filling her birth canal. Before realizing it, my entire thumb was buried inside of her, I started moving it around and could feel the thin skin that separated my cock from my thumb. The sensation was driving my mother wild.

"Oh my god Jason...please fuck...I need to cum. Please baby I need to cum," she kept repeating over and over.

As she was lost in her own lust, I replaced my thumb with two fingers and opened that asshole up a little more.

"Ahh, that feels so good, oh my god, don't stop," was all she could say.

I knew it was my only chance. She was on the verge of cumming, and I was on the verge of violating that naughty hole for the first time. I knew that I would likely cum as soon as I was all the way in there, but I wasn't missing this chance. My cock was covered in her sweet pussy nectar, it was drenched from within her, this was my opportunity to replace my fingers with my dick and try to make her cum while I'm inside of her asshole. I kept opening her tight little hole up as I pulled my dick out of her pussy. I lined it up right at her anal opening and pushed just a little.

"FUCK, ahh, you're to big. Jason it's too big," she said to me.

"Relax mom, every hole is mine, remember?" I asked her as I was slowly sliding the tip in and out of her asshole.

Slowly opening that hole up wider for myself, slowly pushing it in, a little at a time. I continued pushing it, inch by inch, slowly, feeling no resistance from her, but I could hear her wincing as my cock opened her wider than that hole had ever been. Finally, I felt my thighs against her ass cheeks, I was all the way in. My cock was buried inside of her asshole, slowly pulling out and pushing in, slowly getting her use to my cock inside of that hole. As I began picking up my speed, I reached around and slid my hand under her and between her legs. I started playing with her clit, teasing it, pushing her closer. I wanted, no, needed, her to cum for me while I was inside of her asshole. I kept pushing, kept playing with her clit and finally I felt her start shaking.