My wife and I had booked a Holiday in the Black Forest are in Germany. It was a nice hotel with its own pool and it backed onto woodland climbing up t...e Mountain. That afternoon I had left my wife sunbathing beside the pool. She was chatting to two other guests we had met at Dinner the night before. I was on the lookout for a good wank spot. I followed one of the footpaths that wound its way into the Woodland behind the Hotel. As I walked on the number of people on the path declined and I. He simply loved the peace and tranquillity and once he found that he was welcome to visit and stay with us, he began to come down quite frequently.One night when he was with us, I teased my wife about him. He was in the spare room and was probably having a wank, I guessed - I'd heard the pages of a magazine rustling as I passed his door. What a waste of cock, I told her. What a waste of spunk! Wouldn't she like to get fucked by him? Over quite a few nights I taunted and teased her until finally. ”I followed her to the changing room. She faced me and pulled off my t-shirt. She opened the pack of Cuban stockings.“Sit bitch.”I sat down on the pink couch. She undid and slid my heels off of my feet. “Leg out straight you fat fucking whore.”She slid the stockings up each of my legs, making sure she kept the lines straight as they went up the back of my legs. She put my heels back on and did the straps .She took the garter belt off of the hanger.“ Stand, and keep your legs together, and suck. ‘She’s right behind you.’I turned around slowly to face her. Mom’s smile was now an ear-to-ear grin.‘It’s me, you silly boy. I’m your date.’‘Mom, that’s crazy. Who ever heard of a guy taking his mom to the school dance?’‘I don’t mean take me as your Mom. I mean take me as your date.’When I looked a little hesitatingly at her, she carried on.‘Look, nobody here knows that I’m your Mom. You resemble your Father more than me. I mean you’re almost a foot taller than I am, and you have his brown hair.