A Hotel Error Pt. 01

by greytonesandredlights

story tags: blow_job, big_tits, milf, mother, older_woman, son,
loving_wife, big_cock, mom, orgasm

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hotel-error-pt-01


https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hotel-error-pt-01

At a fitness convention a mother and son mistakenly have sex.

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No minors are involved in sexual activities in this story, any names or
locations are purely coincidental. The length of the story will be in
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CHAPTER 1 COULD THINGS BE DIFFERENT?

Fourteen hours on the road is a long time, a good travel companion is
helpful to keep you awake. Mom had a nutrition and fitness course she
wanted to take. George, her husband, didn't want to go, so he stayed
home with my half sister and brother.

Mom, always the optimist, turned it into an opportunity for a mother
son road trip. That and she didn't want to spend two weeks alone in a
hotel. It didn't make sense to me why George wouldn't take time off. If
mom was my wife, I'd be all over a 2 week hotel stay.

Mom owned a fitness and nutrition store back home with a small workout
studio. She wasn't a toned athlete anymore, but she had a pretty hot
body for being almost forty. She was half German, part French and a
touch of Spanish. Which gave her a familiar yet exotic appearance. She
had light brown hair boarding on blonde, light brown eyes, with large
breasts and a nice round ass.

After she opened her fitness store she began working out and to all my
friends delight her thick legs returned along with a nice round butt.
But secretly I found myself admiring her too right along with them.

But that wasn't what made her a bit of a celebrity back home. Years ago
she won numerous ice skating awards and competitions. She was even a
serious contender for the US Olympics team, until I came along,
accidentally. After that she settled down with George and worked a
retail job, until she opened her own gym eight years ago.

My back, ass and eyes hurt as I watched the two young and very
attractive hotel attendants bar our way to rest and comfort. Ordinarily
I would enjoy the extra time watching them, but this time I'd rather
just have a hot shower.

The two winced at mom and shook their heads. Mom leaned forward on the
counter in a vain attempt to look at the screen. Three giant suitcases
surround her, along with our night bags and my laptop bag.

Behind us the line of hotel guests piled up with their luggage. A pair
of kids played on the large oval couch in the middle of the grand
entrance which drew the ire of a door man. Two large golden chandeliers
hung from the ornate mirrored ceiling.

"Eric then, Eric Muller, maybe she signed it under my son's name and
she got the reservation number wrong." mom said, she looked back at me
and sighed.

A man and his wife stood behind us with their night bags and scrolled
through their phones. In the mirror behind the desk I could see his
eyes drift away from his screen and discreetly towards mom's ass. Few
would blame him, well maybe his wife would. Over the years, I got used
to it, friends, strangers, hell even myself.

Mom wore a t-shirt and gray leggings which rose up as she leaned on the
counter. Exposing the small of her back. The sliver of lightly tanned
flesh drew more attention to her firm round ass, wide hips and shapely
thighs. Even more enticing was the top point of her celtic tattoo
peeking over the top of her leggings.

She didn't show it off or spoke of it other than, "one of my stupider
things as a teenager." In an act of rebellion she got a "tramp stamp".
Acting out against grandma and grandpa Muller, the "system" and by the
sounds of it, anything to her disliking.

She had dark circles under her eyes, her long hair tied in a messy bun
had broken loose in spots, but she still had a smile that was as wide
as ever. Mom had a knack for keeping a smile during the worst times, it
was comforting, beautiful and sincere.

The second lady shook her head, "I'm sorry Mrs. Davis, neither of you
are in the system. I can get a hold of my manager and see if he can
help in any way." The young woman walked off towards the manager's
door.

Mom leaned in close to me. "What the hell, if they don't have our
reservation I don't know what to do. They better have another room at
least. Can you google other hotels, just in case?"

"Mrs. Davis?" A man called out. The man wore a hotel suit uniform, with
'Jackson, night manager' on his silver name tag.

"Yes." Mom spun around.

"You said you had a reservation with us, can I see the number?" He
said.

Mom, despite growing up as technology was on the rise, hated the "New
ways". She handed him a paper that she had written her reservation
number on and he typed it in the computer once more. He took a deep
breath and said, "Come with me to the side, I can take care of you
there."

We hauled our luggage to the side terminal and waited for him and the
first young woman to look up our names, a third time. The line behind
us shuffled forward, relieved to be on the move once more.

"Mrs Davis, who did you speak to, do you remember?"

"Jenny took my reservation and told me that number, she sounded new,
but I didn't think anything of it at the time." mom said.

The manager and the woman shared a glance. "Yes, Jenny, unfortunately
she doesn't work here anymore. And unfortunately all of our double
rooms are booked due to the convention and the construction. But this
afternoon we had a cancellation for a single. Once things open up in a
few days we can move you up to the two bed double, for the same rate,
if that works for you?"

Mom took a deep breath in, she looked as though she would blow.
Fourteen hours on the road, 9:30 at night and a month long reservation
that never existed.

"To help make it up, I can make sure you have extra vouchers to our spa
during your stay, which we do offer in room services too." He said.

Mom sighed and nodded her head, "Okay we can do that, will the cot be
free?" Mom said.

"Yes, I can remove the cot fee," he said.

The attendant next to him stopped smiling and she looked at him. She
shook her head and whispered in his ear.

He shook his head to the attendant and said, "How?"

The lady gave mom a shy smile and shrugged.

Jackson took a deep breath, "Ma'am, I'm sorry but it seems we are
overbooked on that. The bed is a double, but I don't have any cots
right now." he said.

Mom's smile had reached its limits, "Double? I haven't slept on a
double since high school, let alone with my son." she scoffed

"It's okay, the couch or floor is fine for me." I said.

Mom looked at me and the three lines that had formed in the lobby.
"Okay, I just need to get some sleep, we'll take the room, please keep
me updated."

"Yes Mrs Davis, I will make a special note for the morning staff, and I
will check on it myself come morning checkout."

The bell boy was quick to help us to our room which was on the second
floor, no great view as promised from our original reservation. Still
he had no shame in waiting for a tip, which mom hesitantly gave him.
The hotel was nice, and everything about it was fancy, but deep down it
was old.

Our room was narrow and rectangular with a long hall to make room for a
very spacious bathroom. The double bed was in the middle, with a
desk/entertainment center in front of it. A small love seat to the side
and two end tables. It was dark and poorly lit, except for the
bathroom. Which had a stand up shower, a separate tub and a large
separate toilet room.

Mom flopped her luggage by the door and looked into the bath. "Wow,
that's funny, I can almost see through the glass shower." Like a big
kid she headed for the bed, pivoted on the ball of her foot and flopped
down backwards on the bed.

I set my luggage aside and searched for the largest place on the floor.
A narrow spot in front of the closet and corner of the bed.

Mom sat up on her elbow. "Reminds me of my old days in figure skating,
without the bathroom. I think it was built at the same time." She
laughed. She watched me unfold a blanket on the floor and sat up off
the bed.

"No, ugh, you're not sleeping on the floor, or the love seat, you're
too damn tall." She leaned in and wrinkled her nose at me. "Just get a
shower and we'll share, it's just a night or two."

I was partially relieved, at the time of saying I'd sleep on the floor
I hadn't actually thought about the fact hundreds of random people
rubbed their feet on the carpet. As for the love seat, it was an
oversized chair.

"Okay, but no peeking, I don't even think there's a lock on the door."
I said.

She smiled and watched me unzip my luggage in search of my clothes. I
didn't think much about how I packed and now finding my clothes was an
issue. Mom leaned forward and rubbed my back with a smile on her face.

"I'm glad you were able to come with me, after my classes maybe we can
go for walks or do some sightseeing?" she said.

I smiled back at her and held up my shirt and pj bottom. "Found it, and
yes we can check out a few places."

Her warm hand slid down my side and over my arm as I stood. We shared a
smile and I left for the shower.

In the shower I kept my ass to the door in case she walked in. Steam on
the glass felt only so safe when it came to your mother seeing your
cock hanging out. I closed my eyes and let the water flow over my face.
The thought of her warm hand running over my side and arm returned to
my thoughts. It had felt nice, nicer than I had expected.

We met each other at the door and I crawled into bed with my phone.
While she bathed I listened intently for splashes and running water to
make sure she didn't fall asleep. After her bath she looked like a
different woman. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a
thin crimson nightie with a mismatched long blue satin robe.

She tried to be quick when she dropped her robes so as not to show her
legs off. But it didn't help, my eyes caught her bare skin as she
climbed under the covers. Once in she pulled them up to her chin and
looked at me.

She broke into laughter and said, "It's going to be cozy tonight."

I nodded my head. Her foot touched the top of my foot and her shoulder
was pressed into mine. "Yup." I added.

Mom looked at my phone on my chest and sighed. "You should stop
looking, I'm sorry you two broke up a few months ago but it's not doing
you any good to patronise her texts."

"It's just frustrating, she's already got a new boyfriend. We dated for
three years, high school sweethearts, I even followed her to college.
She wanted to wait for marriage, which I understood and respected. Then
we break up and right away she's banging... ehm." I caught myself
before finishing the sentence. Part of me had forgotten who I was
talking to.

Mom smiled and rubbed my arm with a sad look on her face. As
sympathetic as she looked, her eyes were red with dark circles under
them. Across the room the loud air conditioner turned on. Her warm hand
rested on my shoulder and she squeezed my muscles.

"I guess I'm just annoyed, friends told me she's already had two
boyfriends since I left. I feel like I wasted the past three years just
being a buddy, respecting her wishes." I said. I looked at mom.

Her eyes had closed at some point, she laid on her side a whisk of hair
dropped over her forehead. With one hand I shut the light off and laid
on my back. The bed was small and I could feel her body heat under the
covers. My elbow touched her satin nightie on her breast, it felt...
nice and I couldn't find it in me to pull away. Before I knew it I too
drifted away in a dream.

A loud thump woke me from my sleep, my cock was hard and the last thing
I recalled was cuddling with another girl from one of my college
classes. I adjusted my cock in my PJ's and shifted my weight. Mom was
on her back, one leg over mine and an arm out of the blanket.

It was a pleasant dream, and soon my mind picked up from where it left
off. A cute girl from my old class was touching my cock and rubbing her
breasts on me. Her petite body twisted side to side as she lifted her
skirt and punched me in the nose.

Jolted from my dream I held my nose and stared off into the strange
dark room. Mom's arm slid off my face and over my shoulder coming to
rest on my chest.

My nose and eyes throbbed with a dull pain. Next to me the warm smooth
skin of mom's leg rested on my thigh. My hard cock pressed against her
warm thigh as I tried to shift her leg. I shifted beneath her and put
my hand on her hip. Her nightie rode up past her waist and my hand
touched a thin lace strap wrapped around her hip.

Growing up I had admired my mothers beauty, even swore to myself I
would date women as pretty as her, which Nikki was in my mind. But I
had never touched my mother, except for the occasional hug or bump in
the kitchen. In the dim light she could be any woman.

As a teenager I got introduced to sexy women's lingerie, nighties, and
even the occasional bikini. But those were only momentary glimpses or
alone holding a pair of thongs imagining another woman in them. Never
like this with warm soft flesh next to them.

She murmured and rolled off me, still asleep. My cock ached in my
pants, for reasons I don't understand. I ran my hand over her leg,
across her bare hip bone and down the side of her ass, while tracing
the outline of her g-string with my thumb. Too scared to continue I
pulled my hand back and closed my eyes.

I dreamt of many things that night. I woke to the sound of her alarm
blaring on the other side of the bed. She had wrapped her arm over me
and spooned me in the night. Coming to, she put her hand on her mouth
and smiled.

"Hopefully that other room opens up soon." She said, She swung her legs
out of bed and stood up.

Before she could adjust her nightie, I spotted the bare flesh from the
side of her breast. My half asleep brain took in how it creased over
her ribs, forming a globe of flesh that bounced as she sat up. The very
edge of her light brown areola was visible but the nipple was hidden
beneath the crimson satin. Her thighs were bare to the sides of her
hips as she knelt down and quickly grabbed her robes. The sight made my
hard cock twitch and I shook my head.

In the years past I had seen mom wear one piece bathing suits and her
usual long gowns. I knew what to expect and thought nothing of it. But
after last night, the sight of skin drew me in. Perhaps it was the
lingerie or maybe it was the night of unexpected cuddling.

With great effort I put the thoughts aside and prepared for the day.
Mom wore a simple outfit, a body fit polo shirt and khaki pants. The
elevator bumped and she tried to hide a yawn, which continued on and
on.

An urge took over me and I reached out, rubbed the small of her back
and admired the features of her cheek and jaw line. Her back felt warm
to the touch and her muscles were tight, forming a ridge on either side
of her spine.

She gave me a shy smile and relaxed her shoulders, her chin lifted up.
"Hmm we should have left a day sooner, I don't think I'm ready to start
learning yet."

I wanted to agree with her, but for another reason. But if we had we
may not have had such a night. The elevator stopped and we walked out
into the lobby.

"I love Penny and David, but it is nice to have a day off." she
laughed.

"Let George have a turn with the squabbling teens?" I joked.

Mom giggled and nodded her head, "Yes George can have a turn, I'm
amazed he hasn't called yet to ask where the bread is." Mom put her arm
around my shoulder and gave me a random one armed hug, rubbing my
shoulder.

At the front desk the two same girls who checked us in gave us a smile
and greeted us for the morning as we made our way to the restaurant.
They had their car keys and coats ready to go.

While mom started her course I toured the community college. Prior to
that the only college I knew was the christian college I had followed
Nikki to. There the first year they were a bunch of uptight Christians.
I had only made one semester before bombing out and just as I was
leaving many of them had started to break down morally without their
parents supervision.

CHAPTER 2, LUST

Lust can do many things, a hint of lust can make you think of things
you wouldn't have normally thought of. Too much and it can make you
into something you're not. Of course everyone has their limits. We're
not complete animals, but we did come from them.

As I towelled off I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had spent
half a year of college trying to impress my high school sweetheart to
have sex. So much so, that I bombed my first year of college. But I did
get abs out of the deal and larger muscles, but not obscenely large,
Nikki always said she didn't like huge muscles.

My hand stroked my cock which took little effort to harden, it wasn't a
gigantic horse cock like a porn star but a nice size, in gym class I
was never shy in locker rooms. Years ago Nikki saw it and almost, let
me fuck her. But she said she was afraid it would hurt, and that was as
far as it went.

I always meant to measure it but never did other than wrapping my two
hands around it. Plus I had gained a bit of a reputation in the change
rooms over the years. I closed my eyes and imagined Nikki face down on
a desk, her new boyfriend behind her fucking her as she screamed. I was
pissed, jealous and horny at the same time. My orgasm built inside as I
thought of the guy impaling Nikki and how much better she would enjoy
my cock.

A knock at the door broke my thought. "Eric, dinner is here."

"Okay!" I said. I jerked my cock, thrusting forward with my hips.

"Come on, it'll be cold and I'm hungry." She said.

Frustrated, I pumped harder but damn my orgasm, it slipped away from
me.

"Oh and let's see if there's a movie on," she said.

I threw my cock to the side and panted from my efforts. Leaning on the
counter I looked up in the mirror and shook my head at myself. I could
feel my body flush from my efforts. I should have done it when I was in
the shower, but it had been an afterthought.

My PJ's hung on the towel rack, below it was mom's old towel. The edge
of a pink lace fabric stuck out, I moved it to the side and exposed her
used panties. Before I would get caught I covered them back up. But the
thought of her ass in them flooded my thoughts and my cock came back to
life.

With a silly thought of showing off to my mother, I tugged on the pant
leg of my PJ's and pulled them down into the puddles on the floor. The
water soaked into the fabric, then as if I hadn't intended on it, I
quickly snatched it off the floor.

While I had been loyal to a virgin, only her and guys had seen my cock.
Now oddly I wanted validation, from any source that wasn't a fellow
guy, or ex who was now fucking other guys.

With my soaked PJ's I now had regret with my half cocked idea. My cock
refused to settle down, I tried to stuff it into my boxer briefs.
Replaying images of horror movies, slasher flicks and car chases, did
nothing. Half erect I slipped out wearing only my shorts.

Mom nibbled on her plate of food. "Wow, when did all of this happen?
You were just a skinny kid in high school a year ago."

"Oh, um I hit the gym a lot, it helped me focus mentally I guess." I
said. I twisted enough to hide my partial erection. She had showered
before me and already wore her nightgown. In the air conditioned air
her nipples poked through like little peas.

My cock responded to the sight of her feminine beauty. She had a sharp
thin jaw that flowed down into her neck line. As she looked up and to
the side at the TV her muscles in the side of the neck strained. She
caught me staring and wiped her cheek with two fingers.

"Do I have something on my face?" She smiled.

"No, no, I was looking at the food." I said as I passed by her I showed
off my patchy wet clothes.

She took another nibble of her roasted chicken and put her hand out in
front of me. "Wait, look at you, I didn't know you got down to abs. I'm
proud of you for taking on that challenge. Maybe we should talk about a
part time job in the gym, until you decide what to do next year."

A Hotel Error Pt. 01

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hotel-error-pt-01

At a fitness convention a mother and son mistakenly have sex.

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She stopped me with her hand and traced my stomach with her approving
gaze. Until she reached the bulge in my crotch. She rolled her eyes and
patted me on the stomach. "Come on get dressed, it's getting cold."

I rummaged through my luggage searching for new pj pants. I tossed
folded clothes aside in an effort to find a second pair. Mom sat down
next to me in the desk chair and set my plate on the end of the bed.

Five minutes ago I was entertained by the idea of being a cunt tease,
now I regretted the whole idea.

"Come on, I see fit half naked men every day, sit down, let's eat." She
turned on the TV and casually flipped through the channels until she
found a home reno show.

I sat next to her with my plate on my lap. My "accident" had opened a
new level of comforter-ability. At first we chatted idly about the
show, she did her best not to look at me. But by the end of dinner it
was mostly normal. My erection had calmed down and I could stand once
more.

Several times I caught mom admiring me from the side, with my erection
gone I didn't mind as much. It gave me a sense of pride in my
achievements, something I had failed at miserably for the past year.

I tried a second time to find a new pair of PJ's with no luck. A visual
memory popped in my head of a stack of clothes I had set down on my
computer desk back home. Mom stood up and unfolded my clothes to
inspect the wet patches. She hummed as she hung them on a hanger and
put them up to dry. Her phone vibrated, with George's name on the
display.

Mom flipped her hair to the side and put it to her ear. "Hello.."

"Hi honey, yes it was all good, easy things. But just the first day,
the real training won't start until Tuesday." she said.

She looked at me and smiled. "No, still in the same room, that's fine,
Eric and I are just having a mom and son experience."

A smile spread across her lips and she rolled her eyes. "It's on the
top shelf, above the cups..." she looked at me and we shared a silent
laugh, "You found them? Yes, Okay tell the kids I love and miss them
too... bye." she pulled her cell from her cheek and hung up. "Ten
o'clock already, my routine is all wrong."

The veins in the back of her hand protruded as she untied the belt to
her robe and adjusted her nightie. It was the same crimson nightie from
the night before. The nightie stopped at mid thigh, revealing her
smooth long curved legs. From the corner of my eye I watched as she
folded the robes and set them on the nightstand.

The satin flowed over her shoulders and back unbroken by bra straps.
She leaned down and opened the bed sheets. For a second of two her two
breasts hung free in the flimsy fabric. They were large, more than a
handful each. In the faint light her perky nipples scraped the fabric
as she smoothed out the sheets and loosened the comforter. When she
stood they had grown hard and poke out the fabric like small pebbles.

My cock was nearly full, bent and kinked to the side. I gave up on the
PJ's and before she took note, I slid into bed before her and hugged
the edge of my side.

Before climbing in she gave me a smile and said "What's with you?" She
looked down to her chest and covered them with her hands.

"Nothing, just giving room." I said.

She stretched out like a starfish, her leg rubbed mine and my cock
twitched. "Ohhh, and I was looking forward to having a king bed all to
myself." She leaned over and touched my back. "I guess whatever though,
just a couple of days... Your tense, here let me loosen you up."

"No, I'm fine..." I closed my eyes as her thumb pressed into the long
back muscle. It had kinked on me while driving and had been
persistently knifing me as I turned my head in certain ways. Her soft
padded thumb pressed into a center of pain that caused a pop in my
muscles. In an instant the painful pleasure made me moan.

"See, you're all knotted up, when you lift weights you need to get the
knots massaged out." She put both hands on my back and ran her palms up
the side of my spine.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smooth warm skin of her hands. "Hmmm,"
my eyes bolted open from the sound I made.

Her hands rubbed my back in a circle and she giggled to herself. "Feel
better? I think you fell asleep." she said.

The TV and her side of the lights had already been turned off. Still
disoriented and confused I watched as she stretched over me with her
breast dangling above my head to turn my light off. A sliver of light
shone out from under the doorway. Outside the wind blew hard in the
night whistling past the window. Mom, leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks for driving with me, I really hate flying and it would be so
boring all alone." She said.

I turned and looked back at her, "I'm happy too, I just don't know why
George wouldn't take the time off."

"Well, he's busy with the season, plus I missed you when you went to
college. Besides, it'll do him good to spend some time with Penny and
David," she said.

I laid in silence staring into the dark. Mom settled into her place,
her warmth radiated under the sheets. A part of me wanted to cuddle up
to her, hold her in my arms, but I resisted the urge.

"Do I kick and punch a lot while I'm sleeping?" mom said.

I rolled up onto my shoulder and looked down at her. "Yes," I laughed.

"George always said that, that's why we have separate beds. I guess I
kicked him once, between the legs." She laughed.

I flopped back onto my side and rolled away from her, "I think I'll
keep my back to you then." she giggled and reached back to put a hand
on my thigh.

I don't remember falling asleep but the clock read 1:34. My shoulders
and chest were cold from the bed sheets being kicked down to my knees.
Mom's legs were sprawled out across the bed, her one arm above her
head.

Her nightie had crept up above her navel exposing her smooth stomach
and a dark red lace thong. As I watched her in the darkness I could see
the faint outlines of her body. My cock was already hard and it ached
to be used. The sight of a near naked woman made it twitch.

In an attempt to massage the pain away I stroked it with my thumb and
index finger. But still it ached at the base where it bent over in my
briefs. The sight of her nipples pushing through the nightie and no bra
outline made my cock flex involuntarily.

My eyes couldn't pull away. Once I had cupped Nikki's breasts before
she giggled and pushed my hand away. Before she pushed me away I had
felt their hardness and noticed how they grew to the touch.

The curiosity returned and without thought I reached out and touched
her. She did not stir and it felt soft to the touch. Just a bit, I
thought. Soon I couldn't stop, the more I played with it, sliding my
palm over it, it grew longer, straining on the fabric. Creases formed
and soon it felt hard like a firm fleshy cylinder that I could move
side to side.

I held my breath and my cock felt as if it would burst from the
pressure.

She moaned and her arm shifted. Her legs came together and I flopped
down on my pillow. I was out of breath and laid motionless. In the
darkness atop her large breasts, her nipples stood out tall. I wanted
to cum, to let out my lust. I wanted to see if I could make her moan
again.

My fingertips touched her warm lace thong. Excited and light headed I
continued through the mental haze until my index finger found a soft
grove and I traced it down between her legs. The thong was soaked, her
legs parted and she let out another moan.

She shifted her position and put her hands on her chest. We always
joked she could sleep through a bus crashing into the house. With lust
filled courage I slipped the thong to the side and felt her smooth
soaked lips. My head grew dizzy as I touched her, I came so close to me
fainting I had to shake my head. She moaned and lifted her leg.

I shrank back, fearful of her waking and for how far I had gone. My
cock ached, still bent to the side in my underwear, in an effort to
relieve it I pulled it free and pushed the waistband down past my ass.
The relief was instant and I sighed to myself.

Ignoring the thoughts of lust I imagined a war scene from an old movie.
Sleep did not take me, and I fought to control my imagination. But
after what felt like hours, I fell into a fitful dream. Lust was
dominant and when I woke I felt my cock in the warm soft hands of a
woman.

"Hmmm, you're hard tonight." mom murmured.

The head of my cock touched her pussy and by instinct my hips bucked
forward. My cock was so hard it had no flex to it. Her leg was above my
hip and she positioned herself sideways to me like a T. With no effort
I slid past her parted thong and inside of her soaking hole.

Her hand rested on my waist and her head was turned away from me. Part
of me was horrified, the other part relieved sexually but still filled
with desire. Her pussy pulsed, sucking on my stiff cock. The sensation
made my hips flex and I slid fully inside of her. It was like nothing I
had felt before.

She moaned and her body tensed up. "Mmm, It's nice..."

Another moan left her lips as I pulled back out to the very edge of
her. Her warm soft legs caressed mine and her hand ran over my stomach.
I could stop it, pull out and turn away, she wouldn't know what we did.

But, I didn't. Once more I sunk deep inside of her with my eyes closed,
my hips and lower stomach pressed into her warm soft ass. Warm precum
and her own fluid ran down my hips and balls. A third gentle thrust
brought intense pleasure that I didn't want to end. Inside she quivered
and gripped my cock with her walls. She moaned and dug her nails into
my stomach. I paused to enjoy the sensation of her pulsing insides. To
my surprise she wanted it the same as I did.

"Eric... Eric, Eric wake up!" she stammered.

My eyes opened to see mom looking at me, her eyes wide open. My hard
cock slid out of her and she squeezed her eyes shut. Upon leaving her
it popped and she grunted in her throat. We stared at one another in
the dim light, motionless.

She threw her hair back out of her face and covered her mouth. "Oh my
god..." she looked around the room, "Oh my god, I thought you were
George." She flipped aside the covers and jumped out of bed.

She balanced herself on the side of the wall and made her way to the
bathroom. I want to say I proudly laid back and enjoyed watching the
woman I just fucked walk away, but instead I was horrified. At that
moment I really thought she meant to have sex with me, that state
between awake and dreaming.

The clock read 4:54, which I stared at in disbelief. I tugged my
underwear up over my cock and ass. Earlier I was just curious to hear a
woman's moan, like a game, I just wanted to know if I could actually
turn on a woman. I had no intentions of fucking her. Now I questioned
why I even did it to begin with.

The shower turned on in the next room and I scrambled to put on my old
t-shirt and damp PJ's. It felt as if time stood still while I paced the
room. I did so in the dark because I didn't want to see mom's face when
she returned or her to see mine.

'I never want to see you again.' 'Get out of my room!' 'What the fuck
Eric!' were all the phrases that ran through my head. When mom returned
she wore a white hotel towel wrapped around her body. Our eyes met as
she rounded the corner.

Instead of the scenes I had imagined she bit her lower lip, frowned at
me and took me in her arms. I froze in them and when I heard her
sniffle I wrapped my arms around her. Her tense body melted into mine
and like a weight was removed she sobbed and leaned into me.

After a few seconds she pulled away from me and said, "maybe you should
shower."

Without hesitation I went to the shower, it was a break from the
tension, even though I was relieved she wouldn't disown me right there.
In the shower I leaned on the wall. The first woman I had sex with was
my mother. Fucking hell I never should have tried to make her moan. Or
play with her the way I did. But she was beautiful, so beautiful, even
as her son I could see that. How George ever married her I didn't know.

Mom was adventurous, sporty, athletic back in the day. George was a
pharmacist who worked for another pharmacist, he was smart but he
wasn't ambitious and always played it safe.

By the time I left the shower mom was dressed and ready for the day,
minus her usual makeup and eyeliner. She wore a simple pair of jeans
and a cream coloured shirt.

"Sweetie, I'm just going to eat breakfast alone today, and I'm okay to
walk to the campus." She said.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head.

"Hey!" She called out to me and took a step closer. "I still love you,
I just need to process this okay."

"Yeah, no, I know what you mean." I said.

She went to kiss me on the cheek, but stopped half way, then left our
room. It was the longest day of my life waiting for her to return. Hour
after hour dragged on. It felt like every minute I checked my phone,
hoping to see a text from mom saying, 'It'll be okay.'

In comparison this was far worse than the days after Nikki broke up
with me and when I found out I wouldn't pass the 1st year of college.

Finally, at 4:30 my cell phone vibrated with a message from mom. "Some
of the other women are staying at our hotel, going to have a drink with
them."

It was past nine when mom returned. She entered the room and removed
her shoes. I met her at the corner of the room where we exchanged
smiles for a brief moment. She stopped next to me and sighed then put
her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it.

"Do you think..." she shook her head and turned away. "Um, do... you
think, you'll be okay on the floor until we get another room?"

I nodded my head and she walked past me to get her change of clothes.
She slipped into the shower and returned in record time, wearing a pair
of gym shorts, t shirt and towel.

When bedtime came early the floor was hard and morning couldn't come
soon enough, nor this trip. I even questioned returning home on a
plane.

By morning she called the front desk as I folded up my makeshift
bedroll.

"Hello, yes this is Sandra Davis, 213 I'm waiting for a room with
double beds." she said. She held the phone to her ear and brushed back
a strand of hair. "Okay good, tonight then, yes I can check everything
in then."

I set the blanket down on the chair and picked up my pillow.

"No, if possible can we keep this room too... Yes that's fine just add
it to the card, thank you, again, bye," she said.

"Mom, maybe I'll just head home, see if I can book a plane or rent a
car," I said.

Mom looked at me with her pack in her hand. Her phone buzzed signalling
her time to leave. She checked her watch and shook her head. "Um, we
can talk tonight, but I have to go. I'm catching a ride with another
lady from the course." She stopped at the door as if she wanted to say
something. She didn't look at me and kept her eyes to the side, "I'm
sorry, but it's okay." She shook her head and closed the door.

I walked the streets window shopping, site seeing and after a long few
hours of walking I drove to the local airport to check on flights. As
eager as they were to sell me a ticket, the best they could offer was a
flight two days away.

I killed the rest of the day in the hotel room, packing my bag and
preparing to leave. It just seemed easiest. When my phone rang it was
mom, she was calling rather than texting.

"Hi, did you eat yet?" she said.

"No, I was about to order room service," I said.

"It's after seven but I have a booth on the balcony, it's quiet out
here, come join me," she said.

I bit my lip and shook my head, "Um, I don't know. I was just packing
my things."

"Come join me, this was supposed to be our little road trip, at least
take me to dinner, please" she said.

I sighed and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."

My stomach swirled as I rode the elevator to the main floor and made my
way to the outdoor dining area. Lights hung from the wooden trellis.
Dark brown wooden rails lined the booths each with their own private
table and lantern.

Mom waved to me and I took a seat across from her.

She smiled and slid me a coloured drink. She already had one half drank
and the waitress had another set on the way. Which was unusual for mom
to drink, but since we arrived she also ate twice after 7:00 pm.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress said.

"I'll order for the two of us. We'll both have the grilled chicken
salad, with garlic toast." she said.

The waitress smiled and took our menus. "Okay, I'll let the cook know
and I'll check in on you two in a bit," she said.

Mom took a sip of her drink and smiled at me. She reached across the
table and took my hand. "Don't go, this will pass, we'll get over it,"
she said.

The fruity drink wasn't to my preference, but secretly I enjoyed it
over a beer.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I'm the worst mother to do
that to you." Mom blurted out. She squeezed my hand and her eyes were
filled with tears.

The straw fell from my lips and I shook my head, "No, no it wasn't you,
and no you're not, I love you, you're my mother." The word love sounded
strange on my tongue and I realised I had never told her those words
before.

She gave me a smile and the tears broke from her eyes. She sniffled and
pulled away from me to wipe her cheeks.

"You're not disguised with me?" she said.

"No," I burst out, I looked around to see if anyone was close enough to
hear me. I lowered my voice and said, "no, is that why you said you
were sorry. No, I thought you were ashamed of me, and and,"

She leaned over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. We gave each other
a smile and looked away from each other. The pit in my stomach had
stopped turning as I saw her smile return.

Mom looked out across the parking lot and smiled. Street lights lit the
road and parking lots. Most people had cleared off the street, with the
low din of the city it almost felt relaxing.

"You know, it isn't the worst thing imaginable when you think about it,
just at the time it was a shock. Now looking back... it isn't really
different from doing it with anyone else, is it?" she said.

I shook my head. "Maybe, I guess not."

She looked around at the empty tables and leaned in closer. "You know
what's kind of annoying? Today the girls were getting pretty lewd at
lunch, especially Beth. I guess because we're getting to know each
other. I couldn't even brag about the largest cock I had when they
asked."

I covered my face with both hands, "Oh my god mom... waitress," I said.

She swept her hair back and sat up stiff on her bench. The waitress
greeted us with a smile.

"Fifteen more minutes, would you like a new drink?" she said.

"Not for me, but maybe he would like a beer instead." Mom said and
gestured towards me.

Her elegant smile and politeness had returned, I wish I knew why.
Because inside I still felt as if I were tied in a dozen knots.

"Sure, I'll be right back, which one would you like?" she said.

"Oh, um, whatever is on tap." I said.

She smiled and walked off with mom's empty glass.

Mom gave me a devious smile, she took a deep breath and said. "I just
wanted you to know, yes it's weird, but I don't want this to ruin our
road trip, because now that it's happened and I had time to think about
it, and you don't hate me." She leaned in close and whispered over her
glass. "Its just sex with another guy."

"Yeah, just sex..." I whispered. "Not like we killed someone or did a
hit and run...hell, it was even with a beautiful woman." I scoffed and
played it off as sarcasm.

I wanted to add, 'yeah just sex, with you, my mother. A beautiful woman
with an amazing body and a round bubble butt, who's cleavage I'm now
finding difficult to avoid with my eyes.'

Mom nodded her head and smiled. Her hands slid across the table and
cupped mine, "we just need to get back to our core relationship." she
said.

A Hotel Error Pt. 01

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hotel-error-pt-01

At a fitness convention a mother and son mistakenly have sex.

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"Core relationship?" I said.

She squeezed my hand and let go so she could take a sip of her drink.
"This, us, mother and son. Doesn't matter what we do or did, as long as
we love each other as a mother and son in the end, or something like
that, I think," she said

I straightened up as the waitress returned with a tall glass of beer.
Whatever mom was drinking it hit hard, now I wondered how I could
manage the beer.

Mom leaned her head on her hand and looked at the bubbly beer. "It even
felt good..." She giggled and cleared her throat. "Maybe we should
change the topic." She took a sip from her glass. "Should we see a
movie this weekend, or just check out some of the shopping here?"

The breeze picked up as if to signal the arrival of another couple.
They sat behind us and chatted idly about their day of shopping. The
man nodded his head as the woman described the deals she found in a
scented candle store. Their excitement seemed so extreme for such a
small adventure. Behind them sat a mother and son who had sex, and
their day was about a 30% sale on over priced candles.

Mom and I ate together, quiet, and oddly comfortable. She paid for our
meal and as we walked back in the front of the hotel she wrapped her
arm in mine and smiled at me.

"You know what, the new room is huge." She slipped from my arm and
approached the front desk. "Excuse me, can we get help with moving my
son's luggage from 213 to our new room, 524, it's under Mrs Davis. And
is it too late to cancel the old room?"

She leaned forward on the desk and looked over. Her tight jeans hugged
the curves of her ass and hips. Her shirt hid her waist line but showed
enough to tease onlookers of a narrow waist.

The lady behind the desk nodded her head and said, "Yes, I will send
someone right up to meet you there. No, but I would have to charge you
for today."

Mom nodded her head and smiled as she curled her arm back into mine.

Mom was definitely drunk, I had to help her with the elevator and as we
packed it was more of a toss in the luggage and slam it shut approach.
Needless to say we were finished packing my room long before the help
arrived.

Our new room was huge compared to the first room, two queen beds, and a
large window overlooking the city skyline. The bathroom was just as
grande with a giant Jacuzzi tub in the corner, again oddly overlooking
an almost clear glass shower.

Mom had already claimed the bed closest to the window. She flopped down
on the corner of her bed and bent over to remove her boots. Her shirt
opened giving me a display of her cleavage. In the past I would
naturally shy away. But now I was so horny I had to watch. Her heavy
breast swung inside her shirt. They were two fleshy soft tantalising
globes of sensual beauty that disappeared behind black lace.

Mesmerised by either the alcohol or her breasts she caught me staring,
though I'm not sure if she noticed. She leaned back on her hands and
kicked her boots free. "Okay you first, I plan on enjoying that tub for
a long time tonight." She pulled her phone from her pocket and checked
it discreetly.

She sighed and laid on her side to set it on the end table. With a huge
stretch she lifted her knees up and rotated her hips to the side. Her
breasts poked up and her stomach showed at the bottom of her shirt,
exposing her belly button. My cock responded by giving away not to my
mother but a beautiful woman stretching on the bed.

Having been there once it desired more than ever to jump on top and
enter her again.

"Come on, I want to clean up too." She said and looked down at me from
over her breasts.

Whilst hiding my erection I grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from my
luggage and took off for the bathroom before she could notice.

Every time I closed my eyes my mind returned to the feeling of sliding
into a woman for the first time. The warmth, the pressure and the slick
feeling that lubed the shaft. If I had been faster I could have cum
that night, as I nearly did until we both came to our senses. I forced
my mind to Nikki and then imagined another guy fucking her from behind.

Disappointed and slightly heart broken I ended my shower, dried off and
left the bathroom.

Mom met me in the hall. "Didn't you wear those all day," she said. She
had her robes and clean nightie wrapped up in her arms.

"I did, I just wanted to search for something while you were out of the
room." I said.

She gave me a smile and put her hand on my chest and rubbed it.

My luggage was a disaster. Not only did I tend to it terribly the past
few days, mom's rapid packing and me opening it upside down had it
spill out onto my bed.

She hummed to herself in the Jacuzzi tub reading a magazine. Back in
the room she had left her phone face up and an alert vibrated. Casually
I glanced over to see if it was mine. The display read "SALLY" from a
private message app. I saw the word 'son' and bent down to look closer.

"Yes, after my son and I had a heart to heart we returned to normal. We
focus on our core relationship of mother and son, but when we both need
to have..."

"No, no not there, have... what?" I whispered. I wished for just a bit
more of the message. My stomach turned. I wanted to tap her phone but
the message would display and show read. Obviously she was chatting
with someone.

I pulled up my phone and searched the forum it came from. I even had an
account but I didn't dare use my real account. I made a new email and
created an account as fast as I could.

Typing in the name I remembered seeing, I searched freakingoutmom??
With no luck.

Mom still had the jets turned on. I tapped her phone and entered her
pin. I wouldn't snoop, I promised myself. If that mattered anymore
after the other night.

Freakedoutmom89, I shook my head and searched the forum. One such user
existed with a single post.

My heart thumped as I checked the door.

"Help me, I don't know what to do. My son and I had to share a bed.
Last night we woke up having sex... I immediately stopped it, but I
don't know what to do, I don't want to hurt him, please someone."

Freakedoutmom89

There were a handful of suggestions, most were either "HOT!" Or "see a
psychologist", one even said "nothing is an accident lady."

"Ass hole," I whispered. But he was right, just not in how he was
thinking.

Then a glimmer of light caught my eye. A single comment offering
relief. Written by a user named 'concernedmother045'

"First just relax, I promise it will be okay, you're not alone. A year
ago my son and I had the same moment. I thought I was the worst mother
for seducing her own son. We talked and figured things out. Now we have
a very close supportive core mother son relationship.

We're not freaks, we don't live in the swamps or isolated back woods.
We're very normal, drive nice vehicles and have a local business. I
have to admit my son is a handsome young man, and I do my best to take
care of myself. I even do some modelling.

One thing that helped me was knowing 1% of the people around you are
doing or have done the same thing. If you need help, send me a PM. If
not, that's okay, but here's a page I have for mother's who have
feelings for their own sons.

Good luck, just remember it's normal if you accept it as normal.

Concernedmother045"

Mom continued her long bath. My wet hair dripped down my back and I
stood at my bedside in my underwear. Scrolling through the forum and
investigating the blog page.

The bathroom had grown quiet, for how long I didn't know, but rollers
on the door creaked to life. Quickly I closed my phone, and threw
clothes around searching for an unused shirt or pants bottom.

"You still haven't changed?" Mom said.

My heart skipped a beat and I spun on my heels to meet her. We stared
at one another for a moment as we both took notice of my partially
erect cock. It had grown harder as I was reading about sex.

She had her head tilted and combed her damp hair. She wore the same
long robes, but ensured it was together at her neck. Damp spots stained
it and made the satin cling to her body.

"I think you need at least PJ's, we know what happened last time you
didn't wear them." She laughed and gave me a wink.

My face turned flush and my cock at last shrivelled. It was
embarrassing but her smile made it easier to swallow.

"Eric, let's talk." She set her comb down and sat me down next to her
on the bed.

"Okay, so, it happened, um I didn't expect it, but we had sex. That
night, did you know you were having sex with me?" she said.

My stomach turned upside down and my head grew light. Her hand touched
my bare back and she rubbed it in a circle. Her warm smooth palm
pressed into my muscles and warmed my cold skin.

"I thought you were Nikki at first...or well another college girl." My
mind stalled, at first? At first! Why?

"At first?" She said,

"It felt good, then I started waking when I heard you say, you feel so
hard, by then I couldn't stop, like I was half dreaming but not fully
awake until you shouted at me." I said.

She stopped rubbing my back and stood up, "oh." she said. She smirked
and covered her eyes with the palm of her hand. "Oh my god, I kind of
remember that, I was actually amazed and thought, wow George can get it
up tonight."

"Get it up?" I said.

Mom sat down across from me on her bed. "George and I have been having
some troubles, I guess its been so long since we had sex I just felt...
something when we were beside each other."

She rubbed her thighs and laughed it off. "First time in six months and
it was with my own son, ha. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything, it's
just not what I expected, you felt really, really good, and you're
attractive, I just mean, mother and son. If you weren't." She rolled
her eyes and looked away with a smirk on her face. Her cheeks turned
red as she looked around the room.

Her eyes bolted open and she blurted out, "Shit, don't tell him I told
you!"

"I think that secret is safe with me, I'm not too sure how I would work
that into a conversation about fly fishing, golf or pharmaceutical
companies." I said.

We laughed together and she patted me on the knee. "Yeah I guess you're
right. Anyways what I mean is really, we're not different people, it
was only sex, it wasn't a crazy out of the world thing we did. I'm
probably nothing compared to those young college girls you hung out
with?"

I nodded my head and gave her a thin smile, "Yeah." I looked down to
the floor and could feel my face heat up.

She leaned across the aisle and rubbed my knee in a circle as if
rubbing away a painful fall. Her smile melted away and she stared at my
face. "Oh no, Eric was I your first?"

My spine straightened, and I looked her in the eyes. "No!"

A sigh deflated my chest, I don't know why I lied. Her big brown eyes
pierced into me and it pained me to lie to her, had I done it out of my
own embarrassment or to save her?

"I mean, yes, but that's okay um, yeah..." I said and tried to chuckle
it off.

She sniffled and knelt down in front of me to embrace me. Her warm arms
wrapped around me in a full hug and she pulled my head down to her
cheek. My cheek and chin rested on her soft warm skin, her wet hair
smelt like a pleasant flowery shampoo.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I took that from you." She whispered into my ear.

My lower back strained, but I didn't want the hug to end. I wanted to
fall into her, hold her, be held by her, like a child being comforted.
At the same time, I didn't want to see her hurt. My arm got around her
waist and I held her tight to my shoulder. Her whole body felt warm and
soft. It didn't feel sexual, just comforting. Maybe this was what that
core relationship 'Sally' had mentioned.

She rubbed my back and whispered, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "No, don't be, it's okay, we're okay."

CHAPTER 3 PANDORA'S BOX

During my short stint at college, I had taken a single course in human
behaviour. At the time I thought it might help with getting Nikki into
bed. It did not, but I learnt about how the mind works. As we do and
experience abnormal acts we become adjusted. Even great atrocities can
become normalised.

At first it was easy to ignore mom's beauty. A beauty I once
appreciated and was thankful to have in my own DNA. Supposedly my
father was also attractive. But, he wasn't much of a father, more of a
sperm donor, to mom and five other women. Last I heard of him, he
married the sixth one.

Over breakfast in the restaurant I realised something. The warm comfort
felt days earlier had turned sexual once more. As I gazed into the
opening of mom's blouse I realised I was staring into Pandora's box.

She had reverted to a mother who tended a small child, as if she was
trying to make up for a wrong. She was loving, caring and her usual
self, but I think she was carrying guilt, which unfortunately wasn't
hers to carry.

In turn we ended up competing to care for one another, cleaning,
ordering food, and making each other laugh. She had her first weekend
away from arguing teenagers, her business, and the course she attended.

Both Saturday and Sunday we enjoyed the spa to its fullest. But on day
two I vowed not to return after getting a rather stubborn erection in
the middle of the massage. The poor woman massaging me tried to ignore
it, as well as my mother, and her masseuse. I made a vow to never get
another massage again.

Afterwards mom's little kid side showed up, and teased me mercilessly
for the remainder of the day. By Sunday evening we had seen the small
city and what it had to offer. Mom from time to time checked her phone,
once I saw the name "Sally". Which she promptly swiped away, but with
her first moment alone was engrossed in reading.

By the time we arrived back at the hotel it was close to 9:00. I
showered first, at mom's request and flopped back on the love seat,
exhausted. Keeping up with mom was tough and so was tending to her. It
was starting to feel like a week-long date with no end in sight.

While mom showered I flipped through the channels on the TV until I
found something that might hold my interest. Fails and bloopers played
through a number of motorbike fails, but what really caught my eye was
the stripper fails up next.

Mom entered the room with a hairbrush in her hand and her robes tied
shut. It was a long red nightgown. Since that night she only wore long
robes. Not that it changed much, the thin fabric clung to her hips and
waist teasing one's imagination. As she walked her legs opened the
front giving flashes of flesh with each stride.

On the screen a woman twirled on a stripper pole.

Mom paused to watch the TV, "Oh I did that," she said.

Back on screen the woman slipped and fell on her head making mom wince.
"But not that."

"You used a stripper pole?" I said.

Mom smiled at me and nodded her head. She took a seat next to me and
combed her hair to the side. Unsupported, her breasts hung like two
tear drops on her chest. Which served only to make them appear larger,
fuller and more enticing to the eye.

The sway of her breasts as she combed her hair drew my attention more
than the women on screen failing at stripping. Most paled in comparison
to the woman sitting next to me, and I wondered how good of a dancer
she was.

"That's it?" I said.

She gave me a smile and turned away from the TV. "A few years ago, when
you were still in middle school, George really started having issues,
so I figured I would learn to strip, I thought it might help."

She pinched the collar of her robes and fanned herself. She wore no
visible bra under the robes, which was thin. In the cool air away from
the warm water her nipples hardened and pointed through the fabric as
they jiggled with her movements.

"And that's when I started wearing these kinds of night clothes. I
thought it would help, it kind of did, for a while," she said.

"What do you mean? Are you two okay?" I said.

She shrugged her shoulders and put the comb down on her lap. "We're
okay... well, I don't know, we're starting to feel more like
roommates," she said.

"Oddly, I think I know how you feel, Nikki and I dated, but now I
wonder if we were ever boyfriend and girlfriend." I said.

"Right! I mean there's feelings, but nothing deeper after the new love
feeling is gone. Actually at first I thought maybe I wasn't sexy
enough, that I had lost it," she said.

I shook my head at her comment, "you never lost it."

The comment made her smile ear to ear and she squeezed my thigh. She
shrugged it off and continued. "It was the reason I expanded the store
to have a fitness studio, secretly it was for myself, you know get paid
to work out." She stiffened her back and gestured to her stomach.

I nodded my head and admired the view.

"But that didn't do much, eventually I just figured he got bored of it,
but we still love each other and there's Penny and David." She smiled
and looked at the floor.

A moment passed and she looked at me, "Oh, and you, I didn't forget
you," She smiled at me and brushed back some of my hair around my ear.

She let out a sigh and stared off into the room, "I don't know if he
just can't get aroused anymore or if he doesn't want to. At first I
thought maybe it was me, then as years passed it got worse. Now, it's
down to once every few months. We tried everything, porn, toys, exotic
dancing, he just gets embarrassed when I dance though." She said and
covered her smirk with her hand.

"I don't remember you sneaking off, when did you find time to learn to
strip?" I said.

She laughed and raised her eyebrows, "It was your grade 10 year, night
classes, and not stripping, exotic dance. I had to drive out of town to
do them, under the name Roxy Ferguson." She smirked to herself, lost in
memory.

"But I felt proud and when I was done I put on a show for him, wore the
sexiest outfit I could buy and nothing, limp as ever. I don't even know
if he cares about not being able to fuck or not. After that I put my
effort into the store," she said.

She slumped her shoulders and said, "I never told anyone at work about
George." Her smile faded. "I guess I was ashamed, Sandra, former prom
queen and ice skating champion, Can't arouse her own husband."

I rubbed her shoulders and back and she gave me a shy half smile.
Beneath my hand I could feel the muscles in her back, the warm flesh
covered by satin fabric. The outline of her shoulder blades was void of
any bra strap.

"Know what the worst part was? All the secrecy of taking the class
didn't matter, during the first class I got recognised by a customer of
mine. She asked if I was going to start stripping in the studio." She
covered her face and snorted.

Her snort made her laugh harder and I couldn't help but join in. The
crimson robes slipped free from the pressure of her bouncing breasts
and exposed her cleavage. She gave me a shy smile and covered her
chest.

Her snort made me chuckle but the sight of her bare chest between her
breasts drew my gaze. In a vain attempt to avert my eyes I turned away.
But the image remained in my mind and my cock grew with the thoughts of
the nights before.

"Thank you," she rubbed my knee with her hand, "recently, I haven't
been able to talk to anyone, I don't know why, I just feel embarrassed.
Married and can't get laid!" She said and smiled at me.

The head of my cock pushed out of its skin and down the inside of my
PJs. Its own sensation spurred on its growth. The less I tried to think
of it the more my mind focused on it.

My throat was dry, "Why?" I croaked.

"Getting a man hard, I don't know how to explain, but not being able to
get a man hard, is like a man... not being able to get hard... I
think." She scrunched her face up and raised an eyebrow at me. "That
doesn't make a lot of sense, um it's like..."

Her eyes drifted downward to my crotch, perhaps out of thought or to
visually confirm the growing bulge. Either way it was the worst time to
glance at me. The warm head unwrapped itself against my leg. My face
grew hot as she stopped talking and stared.

A Hotel Error Pt. 01

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hotel-error-pt-01

At a fitness convention a mother and son mistakenly have sex.

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"I've been feeling guilty about that night," she said lost in thought.

I shook my head, "no, no don't. I'm just as guilty. I should have just
stayed on the floor." Part of me wanted to admit touching her but I was
too afraid.

In a timid voice she said, "Did you like how it felt?"

My lungs felt as if the air was stolen from them. I didn't say a word,
caught off guard I nodded my head.

Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath in. The sight of my erection
aroused her and her nipples grew. Like small balloons being blown up I
watched as they grew harder. Just like that dark night. We sat in
silence, neither of us dared to look the other in their eyes. Her hand
still rested on my thigh, her fingers twitched and picked at the
fabric.

Without warning she sat up on the edge of the love seat and untied her
robes. Like a shiny crimson curtain they parted to reveal the light
coloured skin between her breasts, down her flat stomach and parted
ways over her bare, beautiful legs. The only break in her light skin
was the black lace strings of her micro thong. A black triangle of lace
and sheer. Her large wondrous breasts remained wrapped in the satin,
hidden away to be unveiled later.

"I stole your virginity, I can't give it back, I'm sorry." She said and
slipped off the front of the couch onto her knees.

Her hand ran over my rock hard erection. She smiled and pulled back her
hair admiring the bulge in my pants.

My heart thumped in my ears, deep down part of me protested. But I
didn't dare move or say a word for fear she would stop. As her slender
fingers pulled down my waistband and released my bent cock, it sprang
up straight. Her eyes lit up as she admired its size in comparison to
her outstretched hand.

"Did Nikki at least give you a blowjob?" She said, her hand ran the
length of my penis as she inspected its full length, measuring it with
both her hands. It seemed to be a common technique. Her eyes were cross
eyed as she admired its length.

I shook my head and said "no." Her warm hands pulled down on my cock
revealing its mushroom head and I accidentally moaned from the
pleasure. For the first time since she sat down she looked into my eyes
and a smile spread across her lips.

The room began to spin and her warm hands moved back up my shaft,
exploring its length before pulling down again to expose its head.

She positioned herself between my knees. The movement caused her robes
to slip from her shoulders and hang off her elbows.Her breasts opened
up showing their round full droplet shape. Her two perky nipples stuck
out like oversized pencil erasers.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she jerked my cock up and down with
one hand. The other hand fought with her hair to keep clear of her
face.

Eager for more, I lifted my ass off the couch and pulled my underwear
and PJ down past my knees. She stopped for a moment and helped pull
them off completely. My cock was so hard it ached, the sides felt as if
they would burst from the pressure.

"Fuck your so hard." She said, with that she leaned forward, her warm
breasts fell over my knees and her mouth opened over the head of my
penis.

"Oh, my..." I panted. My head became light for the last time. The urge
to fuck had taken over. My hips bucked up off the love seat, driving my
cock deeper into her mouth.

It felt hard, soft and hot all at the same time. My tip slid over the
roof of her mouth, while her soft hot tongue slid under the mushroom
head. Until it could push no further.

But she did not choke, instead she sucked hard and jerked the bottom
half. Unable to fight it I leaned back and held onto her arm and head.
Caressing her bare skin and her long silky hair.

She too had grown hotter. The way she straddled my foot, her soaked
pussy rubbed on my ankle and shin. The warm smooth skin of her torso
caressed my legs. In turn I pressed the top of my foot into her making
her moan on my cock.

I leaned down to pull her up on top of me, but she dug in, looked me in
the eyes and shook her head. "No, just this."

In agreement I nodded my head and laid back enjoying myself as she
pumped my cock into her mouth. After a minute I looked down to admire
her as she worked. She laughed to herself. "You enjoy watching?." She
said,

I nodded my head in approval. Her cheeks sucked in and bulged out. The
muscles in her neck strained as her head bobbed up and down. The longer
I watched the harder she ground herself into my foot. Wanting to repay
the favor I curled my foot up as high as I could to put pressure on
her.

After a deep breath she took me in her mouth again. Both hands roamed
my thighs, abs and privates. I let out a moan and twisted under her
weight, feeling my bare skin on hers. The surge of skin on skin made
her moan and she cupped my testicles and pumped my cock in her mouth.

Spit and pre-cum glistened on her lips and hands. Hot and cold
sensations flooded my mind as she pulled away to take a breath. The
cool air chilled my wet penis. Then a wave of pleasure and warmth upon
her return.

"Is it okay? Does it feel good?" she said.

My voice cracked "Yes... ehm, yes..." I said.

That simple fact gave her confidence, suddenly her hand pumped faster,
and harder. She put her mouth over the head and sucked harder than she
had before. She slurped and popped as her head bobbed up and down. Her
hair flailed at the sides, tickling my thighs and crotch, but in a
pleasant seductive way.

I wanted it to last forever but all too soon my balls tightened and my
hips yearned to thrust forward. Filled with lust I thrust my hips into
her waiting mouth. My foot pressed up into her and coiled forward,
grinding her crotch into my ankle.

She lifted her head from my crotch and said, "It's okay, cum for me."
Then her mouth returned, engulfing me in warm tight pleasure.

The pleasure I felt was released in a surge along the underside of my
cock. I moaned and held her hand tight.

"I'm cumming, mom I'm cumming." I exclaimed.

She snorted and laughed, but held her lips around the head of my cock.
My hips thrust up, squeezing cum out into her waiting mouth, only after
I had relaxed did she remove her mouth. Cum and spit ran down her chin
and she feverishly pumped my cock trying to coax more from it. She
studied it as it oozed over her hands and ran down the sides.

She smiled at me and held my cum in her mouth. Her eyes closed and her
throat tightened, but she shook her head at me. When she opened her
eyes, she looked onto my cock and casually stroked it, massaging the
cum into her hands until I softened.

With a smile on her face she stood up and walked back to the washroom.
I laid back and proudly watched the beautiful woman who just sucked me
walk away.

Before she returned I pulled on my PJs and tidied up the area. Cum had
run down my ass and stained the couch. My hands and knees trembled as
reality returned, I had just cum in my mothers mouth.

In the bathroom she rinsed her mouth and fixed her robes. When she
returned she had a warm wet hand towel. "I thought I could swallow, but
that was a lot of cum. Do you feel better?" She knelt before me and
pulled down my pj's. Using the warm towel she lovingly cleaned me with
a shaky hand.

"How do I answer that?" I said.

"Was it good? Does it make up for your terrible first time?" She said.

"Yes, amazing." I said.

Her cheeks grew flush and she smiled to herself. She continued to clean
my limp cock playing with it as it flopped side to side from thigh to
thigh.

"Before, it wasn't terrible." I said.

"I yelled at you to wake up and pull out, then I ran off, that's pretty
bad for a guy's first time," she said.

"Don't forget the moan you made when I pulled out," I said.

She stared at me with a blank face then burst into laughter. Finished
with the towel she tossed in on my stomach, stood up and wrapped
herself in her robes, "you noticed that, huh?"

I nodded my head and cleaned the cushion. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine, it's late, let's get some sleep, this is all behind us
now, okay?" she said.

I smiled and nodded my head before the two of us crawled into our own
beds and turned the lights out. After a minute of staring into the dark
ceiling she giggled.

"You okay?" I said.

"Yeah, I'm just remembering how you announced 'mom I'm cumming'."She
said

My face grew hot and I wanted to crawl deep under the covers. Maybe
motherly intuition could see in the dark because her next comment took
it away.

"I'm laughing because that's not a usual thing mothers imagine hearing
their son cry out. it was... I don't know, oddly special... put it out
of your mind, we need to get some sleep," she said.

"Are you going to be okay? What about you?" I said. Of course I was
concerned about her, but I also wanted to get laid.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, I'm used to it, good night." she
said.

I laid my head back on the pillow and stared into the faint light.
"Good night."

But she wasn't alright, she tossed and turned through the night,
kicking the sheets off, only to gather them up again when she grew
cold.

More to come in part 2...

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loving%20wife; big%20cock; mom; orgasm

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