"Your asshole of a father just took a business trip to China." Mom said, holding back tears, "Apparently some deal he has to close is more important than me. He forgot our anniversary." Mom sat down, beginning to cry. I was angry at my father. I Hardcore sat beside Mom and held her as tried to compose herself. But soon I realized she was beginning to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked, thinking she had snapped. "That fucking bastard has reached the end of the line," Mom said with a gleam in her eyes, "Pack your bags Kyle. We're off on our honeymoon." Over the next few days, Mom wouldn't allow me to fuck her. She said she wanted to absolute best fuck possible when we finally arrived. She said I wouldn't need clothes for the trip. I merely packed my phone and laptop but she assured me I wouldn't need them either. Mom parading around naked of course didn't help matters, especially when she was bending over, giving me a full view of that perfect ass. Over the next two weeks, once a week, we would each go into our rooms and blowjob masturbate. I would imagine her in every single position. Some days however, we would do it right in front of one another, fucking ourselves into mind blowing orgasms. But none could compare to the real thing. The tension building in my pants made me look forward ever more to the trip. During the japanese agonizing car ride to the airport, I thought I would die seeing Mom in the tight turtle neck straining to not tear under the size of her tits. Her nipples poking through the already stretched thin fabric, seemed ready to pop and my cock only got harder, standing obscenely in my shorts. She turned and looked as we stopped at a red light and bit her lip as I throbbed and held her legs together while inhaling sharply. After what asian felt like an eternity, we arrived. Upon exiting, Mom's seat was soaking wet. The car was saturated with shower the smell of needed sexual relief. I got stared at by a number of women, the tent ever growing. Mom, in heat and her boobs swaying, got stared at by every man in the place. We had to sit on different sides of the plane, so great was our need for each other. Our hormone levels were off the charts and I believe Mom was getting off to the turbulence. After we landed at 2:37 that afternoon, a limo was there to meet us. "Ah,, yeah, sure. Working my way up her legs I took note of her sparse bush of soft blonde hair. They did, and the second guy wasn’t quite as good but good enough to bring me to another orgasm. Are you on them now? I wish it was that easy.” "Well, you are longer," she started, counting on her fingers has he got to blowjob his feet. No one in sight at least. “Oh my, really?” Marie said with a chuckle, “He sleeps very soundly.” She knew that once she offered to suck their shower young cocks if they wanted Hardcore to see her naked breasts, would be a deal that they'd all gladly accept. Tall dark bookshelves. I Thought she was going to cry.” Becky jumped a little. By the way why are you home, I thought you were park hopping. Your command to let my mind wander to the tree next to my house was a good one. So far, so good I thought to myself as everything seemed quite nice. Mom helps Logan clean up the japanese mess as Becky continues to massage his cock with her toes. The aphrodisiac has not yet worn off, and trying to reassert my authority in asian this encounter I remind myself there’s no shame in a proud Gaianesian woman empowered with understanding of her own body.