Beach Holliday

My mother and i went to Australia for vacation and a overbooking went astray

Hello, my name is Rita.
The story I am writing took place when I was 18 and my mother Isabel was 34.
My mother was about to divorce my father when she and I went on vacation abroad.
My father is an alcoholic, and we no longer had the patience to put up with him. So we decided to get away for a few days.
Through a travel agency, we booked a two-bedroom house near the beach.
We took a plane to Australia and rented a car for the rest of the trip.
It was raining heavily when we arrived, and the lights in the house were on.
We thought it was strange, so my mother parked the car and we went to the house.
When we entered, there were two people about to settle in as well, an adult man and his son, who looked about three or four years older than me.
My mother protested, but the man said the reservation was theirs. When they compared the reservations, they realized it had been an overbooking mistake.
It was late, and nothing could be done at that hour of the night, so an agreement had to be made. The adults took one room and the boy and I took the other. I didn't want to, but my mother convinced me that it was the only way to make things work out.
They introduced themselves, Grant (father) and Alex.
Both Australians, physically well-built and very tall.
We had dinner together and as soon as I finished I went to my room to rest, my mother followed me to her room. Grant and Alex stayed in the living room drinking beer and watching TV.
It was late when I noticed Alex going to bed.
A few moments later, I heard my mother and Grant having some kind of argument on the other side of the wall. I couldn't quite make out what it was about, but a few moments later I heard my mother protest, silence fell and about 30 seconds later i heard my mom squeal.
Right after that, I started to hear the springs of their bed squeaking and muffled protests from my mother and some grunts from Grant.
Suddenly, I noticed that Alex was looking at me, and I asked, "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" That's easy. Your mother is being fucked by my father.
Ohh, okay. I reply, blushing.
What about you? Have you ever been fucked? Alex asks.
Huh??? No, never. I'm still a virgin.
Good, then it's time you getting started, he says as he sits down on my bed.
Please don't hurt me.
Hurt you? No, you'll love it, you'll see.
Now this shirt has to come off.
He undresses me, leaving me in just my panties.
Hmmm, nice tits, he says, smiling, while I try to cover them with my small hands, but they're too big.
At the same time, I could hear the swish, swish from the next room and occasionally my mother's squealing and Grant grunting.
The panties have to come off too so they don't get in the way, says Alex, and I return to my reality.
No, please don't do this, I don't want to.
Come on, it won't hurt, you'll see, he says as he positions himself between my thighs.
No please don't this.
Look, your mother is being fucked by my father, it's easy.
Suddenly I feel something hard touching my vaginal lips and penetrating me.
I cringe.
Aww, you're hurting me, stop.
Stop? Now comes the best part, and you're really want me to go all the way and finish.
He thrusts harder, and I feel unbearable pain.
Ahhh, it hurts, but Alex ignores me and continues to fuck me.
Alex penetrates me continuously and moans, fuck Rita, you're so tight.
His heavy body on top of me leaves no room for me to try to free myself.
I lie motionless, taking his cock, not knowing how to react.
Swich, swich, swich, our bodies rock back and forth, the bed springs making the same noises as in the next room.
A few minutes later, Alex starts panting and tensing up.
Moments later, he lets out a cry in my ear, visibly satisfied.
Ooooh yeaaa, cumming,
Hot multiple surges, flooded my insides, until he stops thrusting and gets off me.
Fuck Rita, you were great. Thank you.
Then he lies down to sleep in his bed.
Minutes later, I hear a loud grunt from Grant, a squeal from my mother, and then silence.
In the middle of the night, I hear another kind of argument in the next room and Grant saying, "Suck my cock," my mother protesting in between, and sounds like someone is choking.
I look at Alex, who is still asleep.
Grant's moaning lasts a few minutes.
A while later, I hear Grant say: "oooh, swallow it, oooh, oooh, all down the hatch oooh yeaaa"
Apparently, my mother is swallowing something.
I hope she's okay, i think to myself, before going back to sleep.
The next day I wake up, Alex is still asleep, and I go to the kitchen where my mother is making me breakfast.
"Good morning, baby, did you sleep well?" she asks.
"Yes, Mom, I slept well, and you?"
"Me too, baby, here are some pancakes for you to eat, here you go."
Meanwhile, Grant enters and my mother's discomfort is visible.
I take the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and when I leave the kitchen, I hear the two of them talking.
Mom: You raped me. Do you want me to turn a blind eye to that? You wanted sex. If I hadn't been so tired, I might have considered it, but you forced me.
Grant: Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me yesterday. It won't happen again.
That day, my mom and I went to the beach, and Grant and Alex went fishing.
In the evening, Grant made dinner with what they had caught, we chatted a little in the living room, but then I got sleepy and went to bed, as did my mother, leaving Grant and Alex alone.
As soon as I laid my head on the pillow, I fell asleep immediately.
But I was awakened by a noise in my mother's room. She and Grant were arguing about something again.
Then it went quiet, and a few seconds later I heard my mom let out a squeal, followed by the swish, swish of their bed.
I just hope she's okay.
Your mom's getting fucked again, Alex says quietly.
I look at him and reply, ohh okay.
Good time for you to get fucked again too, he says, approaching my bed.
No, I don't want to, I say, covering myself with the sheet.
He pulls it off.
No, no, it hurts too much, I reply.
I cringe when he runs his hand over my body.
The first time is the hardest, he says.
Don't be shy Rita, you'll love it the 2nd time.
After that, it's always easier, and you'll learn to like it.
No, please, no.
He uses his body weight to pin me down on the bed, gets between my thighs again, and puts his cock inside me.
We can hear swish, swish coming from the next room.
And we were doing the same noise in ours.
He fucks me nonstop.
See how you like it, Rita, you're so good and so tight.
Not knowing what to do or say, I lie still, waiting for him to finish.
Alex was taking longer to cum this time, but as soon as he lets out a groan, I start to feel surges of hot cum inside me.
Ahhh, ahhh, with a triumphant look, he thrusts a few last times before getting off me and going to sleep.
You were much better than yesterday, Rita, you made me cum som much. Thank you and good night.
Then I think to myself: it really wasn't as bad as the first time.
In the next room, I could still hear the bed springs squeaking, until I heard a groan from Grant and a squeal from my mother.
It seemed like they were doing exactly the same thing.
It was quiet until almost dawn, when I heard my mother complain: No, I don't want to suck it.
Come on, it's just a blowjob to help me sleep, come here. Says Grant.
My mother protests: let go of my head, and then I hear muffled sounds of protest and sounds similar to someone sucking on something.
Oooh that's it, yeaaaa.
This went on for several minutes, until I heard Grant groan, ooooh and my mother choke on something.
The next day, my mother and I spent the whole day at the beach, and in the evening we had dinner, and after a few minutes of conversation, my mother and I went to bed.
It was late when Alex came to bed, he wasted no time and came straight to my bed.
He took off my clothes without resistance, got between my thighs, and penetrated me.
While Alex fucks me, in the next room I hear my mother squealing and a few seconds later the bed springs squeaking nonstop.
It seems that my mother is being fucked again.
After a while, Alex starts to get tense and ejaculates his sperm inside me.
Oooh yeaaaa, I'm coming.
Hot surges touch hit the back of my vagina, filling me up.
When he finishes, he quickly goes to his bed to sleep.
A few minutes later, I hear my mother squealing, Grant grunting, and then silence.
In the early hours of the morning, I wake up scared.
Alex is standing next to my bed.
What do you want now? I ask, half scared and half angry.
I want you to suck my cock, he says with a smile.
No, I won't do that.
Yes, you will, you'll learn how to suck it and enjoy doing it.
No, please, I don't want to.
With his cock in one hand, he puts his other hand behind my head and guides me towards his cock.
Be a good girl and open your mouth. He says, touching the tip of his cock to my lips.
I nood my head in disagrement.
He squeezes my nose until I can't breathe and I open my mouth desperately, gasping for air.
He takes advantage of the moment to push it into my mouth, all the way down my throat.
Oooh Rita, what a welcoming mouth you have.
Lying on the bed, with his cock deep in my throat, I almost choke, but he doesn't let go of my head and keeps thrusting back and forth continuously.
I feel disgusted, but I can't do anything to fight back, he's too strong.
Oooh Rita, your sweet mouth is going to make me cum.
He lets out a groan as he grabs my hair tightly.
Aaaah, eat it, eat it, he says, pushing his hips against my face.
His sperm was thick and hot and goes down my throat.
I start to choke and swallow what I can, but most of it spills out of the corners of my mouth.
Alex only lets me go after his cock stops spitting semen.
As I catch my breath, Alex leans close to my ear and says, "You're so fucking hot with cum in your mouth. You sucked and swallowed like a pro."
And then he went straight to sleep.
I think he was paying me a compliment.
The next day, my mother and I went for a walk and only returned at the end of the day.
Grant and Alex hadn't returned yet.
My mother and I had dinner and went to bed after a while.
We were very tired from the walk and I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.
I woke up later on my stomach, naked, with Alex fucking me from behind.
He fucks me hard.
I lie still until he finishes.
In the next room, I can hear the sounds of my mother being fucked once again.
Alex seemed very excited that night and didn't take long this time.
Ooooh, Rita, Alex groaned and filled me with cum.
He gives a few final thrusts and goes back to his bed to sleep.
My mother is still being fucked.
When she lets out a squeal and Grant groans, "Ooooh," silence falls.
A few hours later, the springs of the bed next door started to squeak again.
Grant is fucking my mother once again.
The noise of the springs pierced my ears and I only fell asleep after he finished, which took almost an hour.
The next day was the last day, and my mother and I spent the day at the beach collecting shells and seashells as souvenirs.
That night, Grant insisted on making a BBQ dinner, along with two bottles of wine.
After dinner and two glasses of wine, I felt dizzy and went to bed.
My mother accompanied me to the bedroom and went to bed too.
A few minutes later, Alex appeared, looking at me like a cat hungry for a cookie.
He took advantage of my dizziness, undressed me, laid me on the bed, got between my legs, and started fucking me.
I didn't even protest, I just wanted him to finish.
I wasn't that lucky, he must have been under the influence of alcohol and it took him a while to cum.
While he was fucking me, in the next room I could hear the same sounds we were making.
My mother was being fucked again.
I was already feeling sore when Alex speeds up his hips and in no time he groaned, ooooh, cumming and I feel a hot surges of semen inside me.
He lay motionless on top of me while his cock spewed stream after stream of cum into my vagina.
"Fuck, Rita, you're really special. Thanks," he said and fell to one side of the bed.
He fell asleep and I can't get him out of there.
The sounds of my mother being fucked continue, until Grant groaned satisfied.
In the middle of the night, Alex wakes me up. Rita, I want to fuck again.
No, please, not again. I beg in protest.
Spread them, Rita, he says.
Reluctantly, I do as he says, while he positions himself between her, ready to fuck me once more.
I close my eyes as soon as he penetrates me.
His whole body pins me to the bed as he fucks me back and forth.
Suddenly, I hear my mother screaming in the next room: No, no, not in my ass.
There is silence, and a few seconds later, the sounds of my mother being fucked again.
While Alex was fucking me, I could hear my mother screaming: "Ooooh, ooooh, no, no, stop, ooooh, aaaah."
Meanwhile, Alex says: "My father really likes to fuck your mother. I like fucking you too, Rita, you're so hot and a good fuck."
A few moments later, "Ooooh, fuck, I'm coming."
The walls of my vagina are flooded with long ropes of cum.
Before getting off me, he thrusts his hips a few last times and goes to his bed to sleep.
Shortly after, amid my mother's protests, Grant can be heard grunting: ooooh, ooooh, how I love a tight ass.
Then e fell asleep.
In the early hours of the morning, I woke up and hear Grant's voice: I want that ass again, and my mother's voice: no, please, not in my ass, it hurts too much.
Then silence for a few moments, and the squeaking of the bed springs starts again, with my mother repeatedly complaining that it hurts too much.
The complaints continued until I heard Grant groaning: ooooh fuck, cumming, cumming, ooooh, ooooh, yeaaaa.
I fell back asleep after the silence.
When my mother and I got up around noon, they were already gone.
We had lunch, packed our bags, and hit the road.
As we were driving, my mother started by saying, "Well, we weren't expecting this setback, but the important thing is how we deal with it."
Grant wasn't a very easy person to deal with, but the important thing was that we were able to have a vacation away from everything, even if I had to make some sacrifices.
That said, I think we had a good time together, don't you think?
I shrank back, nodded affirmatively, but started to cry.
My mother stopped the car. Are you okay, sweetie?
Yes, Mom, but Alex...
Rita, did Alex touch you?
Yes, Mom, he raped me every night, just like I could hear Grant doing the same thing to you.
My mother hugs me and says, "Ohh, sweetie, I didn't want you to know. I didn't want to ruin our vacation. I tolerated Grant's assaults so that you could enjoy your vacation."
My poor little thing.
Let's go home.
A few weeks later, back in Portugal, my mother and I discovered that we were both pregnant.
We decided to keep the babies, but give them up for adoption. We didn't want to be left with this bad memory for the rest of our lives.

P.S. Me and my mother below