I was surprised when I pushed open the door to her bedroom.“Mom. Are you okay…” I didn’t get to finish the sentence due to what I walked in on...There in front of me was my own mom, the person who I had had fantasies about from the age of 14, sitting on her bed with her legs spread, panties pulled to one side and two fingers exploring her pussy.“Gattu, I wondered how long it would take you to come up.”“What are you doing? You’re my mom. I shouldn’t be seeing you do this.”“But I thought you wanted. Your worship for my COCK is not quite complete, your lesson not yet learned, your degradation to dirt not final until you do one more filthy act. Put on these white panties you pig and get on your knees facing away from me. My hand meets your ass in smack after smack…you know what I want yet you just can't figure it out can you? Your puny brain just isn't capable of understanding anything and I have to continue the pounding of your ass. Defile yourself you whore, pee your panties…let it. Our hotel was booked in advance and at the hotel.After checking in to the rooms she came to me and quietly said be in the room, do not go out now. After a while all the people started moving towards the beach and I informed everyone that I will be coming after a short while after completing the formalities at the reception.And also doing some work online for our further movement on the vacation and so everyone left. I was in my room waiting impatiently, when someone knocked my door. I opened. The third time he stripped for Silvia, he got an erection, his dark, curved penis bobbing up and down, the foreskin still covering the head. He lit a cigarette and stood in front of the window, luxuriating in the excitement of being watched by Silvia. The next day, in the afternoon, they saw each other over the back fence. She said hi to him and he waved to her. They smiled at each other, and then she ran into the back door of her house. He walked out to the alley and walked over to Christine's.