Cumming Hard. Birthday Trip. EP5

I had no time to think about that, because then I felt Mom"s fingers on the tip of my penis. I know I fucked her a few days earlier, but feeling her fingers on my dick was something else entirely. For some reason I thought it was a lot more intimate.

I rolled my head to look away from Mom and face the wall. And then I closed my eyes. Mom didn"t grab my dick right away. Instead her fingertips wandered around just the head of my penis. I didn"t know what she was doing. Why was she doing that? Dad was right there in the same small train compartment with us.

I couldn"t concentrate on that. It was too overwhelming to feel Mom"s fingers on my dick. I wanted her to grab it and stroke it. I was so horny and aroused.

The fact that Dad was right there, only a few feet away from us, and we had to be careful, was so fucking exciting. And the fact that Mom was the one who was fondling me, was even more of a turn on. I couldn"t believe it. An hour ago I wanted to do anything to try and prevent that anything like what happened on the boat, would happen again... and now... I wanted Mom to grab my dick with her entire hand and stroke it.

But she didn"t. She was still playing with just the head of my dick. Her thumb was sliding back and forth over the opening. It was an amazing feeling. And then, all of a sudden, she grabbed the tip of my dick... very hard... two or three times. And then I felt the pre-cum ooze out of my dick.

And then Mom squeezed the head of my dick a couple more times and let the pre-cum drip on her fingers. And then with one motion, I felt her fingers glide over my entire shaft. And when they came back up to the head of my dick, Mom squeezed it again. Again, pre-cum was oozing out of my dick. And then Mom lifted my dick up from my stomach and let her fingers glide over the other side of my shaft.

It felt absolutely amazing. I remained still the entire time. I had my head on the side, facing the wall, with my eyes closed. Mom, other than her hand, didn"t move at all either. But my breathing was getting heavier and more intense. And then Mom actually grabbed my dick for the first time. She let her fingers glide over the entire length of my shaft. I honestly never felt that hard before.

And then suddenly the bed above us made a noise. The grid, the mattress was mounted on, cracked and squeaked softly, but definitely noticeable. Suddenly Mom"s hand froze. Her fingers still surrounded my shaft, but she let them rest on my stomach, without moving them anymore.

I turned my head to look up to the edge of the bed above us. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that Mom"s eyes were open as well. She too was watching the bed above us. For the first time in a long time, we heard noises other then the train going. Dad was definitely moving. But we didn"t know if he had woken up or not.

And then there was another squeak and then there was silence again. Mom and I both had our eyes on the edge of the bed above us, but then I felt Mom"s hand move again. Very, very slowly her hand moved all the way down my shaft. And then it came back up until it reached the tip of my penis.

Mom"s hand moved so slowly, it could have been a slow motion movie scene. She didn"t want to make any noise at all. But it was weird... even though Dad was moving in his bed just seconds earlier, Mom was stroking me again. Slowly and carefully, but she was stroking me.

Mom knew that these slow strokes weren"t doing anything at all for me, so she tightened her grip around my shaft. She really clenched her fist around my shaft. It hurt a little, but it also felt extremely great at the same time.

Once Mom picked up her pace again, I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes again. Mom"s tightened grip again made pre-cum ooze out of my dick. This time it was a lot more then before and within seconds, Mom"s hands were very slippery.

Of course that almost pushed me over the edge. A moist, slippery hand is the most important thing when giving a hand job. And Mom did an amazing job. Of course it"s always better to receive a hand job from somebody else, than to stroke your own cock. But usually I know what I like more than the girls who are giving me the hand job. Sometimes they are concentrating too much on the shaft or using the wrong kind of grip, but Mom"s hand job felt better than I ever thought it could feel with fingers around my dick.

And she kept moving her hand up and down my shaft. She changed her tempo from time to time. She also changed the intensity of her grip from time to time. I knew I couldn"t hold it much longer. My breathing got more intense. I knew I wasn"t allowed to make any noise at all, but my breathing was getting pretty loud.

So Mom slowed down. She knew I was close to an orgasm. But she couldn"t risk waking Dad up. She started stroking me as slowly as when she thought Dad had woken up. And then she loosened her grip entirely. She placed her index finger on the tip of my dick. By doing that, she pressed my dick against my stomach. Now she started to move her wet index finger over the head of my dick. So her finger glided over what was actually the underside of my penis head, but what was now up in the air.

So now Mom wasn"t stroking me anymore, but slid and glided just one finger over the most sensitive part of my penis. My dick was still moist from all the pre-cum, so by implying pressure on the head of my penis with her finger, the shaft of my dick was rubbed against my stomach and slid over my stomach a little bit as well.

It was more than I could take. The tip of my penis was already over sensitive from Mom"s hand job and from being so close to an orgasm before, but the constant touch of Mom"s finger was almost unbearable. I didn"t breathe as heavy as when Mom was stroking me though. So Mom continued that technique.

Her finger glided from the opening of my dick down at my stomach, to the edge of the head. Every now and then her finger opened the hole of my penis up a bit and touched the inside. It hurt a little, but at the same time it was an overwhelmingly good feeling. And Mum knew I liked it. She sensed that my orgasm was close. So her finger moved over the head of my penis faster now. And she also pressed down harder. I tried to hold still as best as I could, but Mom"s finger got faster by every glide. And then I came. I shot my load over the inside of my shirt and over my stomach.

Mom must have felt me cum, but she continued to move her finger over the head of my dick. I shot cum out of my dick four more times. I think it was the most I had ever cum.

The movement of Mom"s finger didn"t stop from one second to the other. Instead she slowed down more and more until it was so slow that she stopped. And then she took her hand out of my boxers and shirt.

I didn"t move at all. I was exhausted. I didn"t even move my head. And then I fell asleep.

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When I woke up, both Mom and Dad were gone. I was alone in the small train compartment. I sat up in bed, folded back the sheet and realized my shirt was full of stains. So I got up and quickly undressed. I stuffed my dirty underwear in my backpack and put on fresh clothes. And then I waited for Mom and Dad to return.

It wasn"t even 7a.m. at that point. I didn"t know what was happening to me. That vacation turned out to be a lot different than I expected. Actually, it turned out to be something I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I never even fantasized about my Mom before. So what was all of this?

Half an hour later Mom and Dad came back. The train stopped shortly after. So after we got all of our luggage we took another bus to get to hour hotel. This time it only took us thirty minutes to get to the hotel. The train took us away from the beach and far into the European continent. So after the bus ride we arrived at a pretty small town, which is mostly known as a winter holiday resort. There were mountains all around us. The buildings were built as a mixture of concrete and mostly wood. It was a huge difference from the last destination.