A Hotel Error Pt. 01

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

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 the range of novella once complete and have several parts, please sub to get notified. There is a special treat for returning fans.

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."
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.
"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.
"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...

A Hotel Error Pt. 02

A mothers fitness and lust is her undoing.

Disclaimer, 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 the range of novella once complete and have several parts, please sub to get notified. There is a special treat for returning fans, bragging rights to those who call it out.

CHAPTER 4 REPAYING A DEBT OWED

I owed her, or so I told myself. Truth is after getting a blowjob I wanted more. I was caught in a "Taste but Don't Swallow'' situation. Throughout the night every time I woke from a dream I could feel her soft skin rubbing on mine, her warm lips sucking on me and how her moans drove me on. Only to realise I was alone in my bed, with cool sheets rubbing across my naked skin.

By morning the alarm clock beeped between us. It must have squawked at us for a minute before mom rolled over and hit the switch. Her hair was scattered, her robes had pulled free, exposing a breast under the blanket. After last night she was very casual about it. Her legs swung over the edge putting her whole body on display. Without tying her robe shut she stood up and patted me on my morning wood, which formed a tent in the covers.

"I thought I took care of that last night." she croaked.

Things had changed with us, not in an uncomfortable or strange way but somehow we had become comfortable with each other, like a friendship had blossomed on top of being mother and son.

As we got ready we touched each other, on the arm, the small of the back and shoulder. Nothing seductive or lustful, just two people who were comfortable with each other in a tight area. Our core relationship had definitely changed to include casual flirting, but not in a horny weird way.

Which was all fine until we stepped out of the room for the first time. Early in the morning we crept in to the restaurant as if the whole world knew our secret. But after two waitresses greeted us and took our order we shared a glance. Our glances turned to snickers and eventually she caressed my foot with hers under the table.

The restaurant was full of people going about their morning without a care of what we had done the night before. We were part of the 1% and no one knew our secret. The more people walked by without a second glance the more relaxed mom became. She spoke louder, smiled more and laughed out loud during our conversation.

Breakfast was relaxed and pleasant, though she was a coffee fiend who had dark circles under her eyes. Mom nearly chugged her first cup of coffee then savoured the second, by the time we left breakfast she had bought a to go cup.

When it came time for her to leave, a lady met us in the lobby. She was toned, younger than mom, maybe early thirties. Light tanned skin with short hair. She was adorned with full makeup, a giant diamond ring and numerous pieces of jewellery.

"Good morning Sandra, who's this handsome young man?" She said.

Mom beamed a giant smile and gestured to me, "This is Eric, my son."

She gave me a big smile and said, "Good to meet you Eric, I'm Beth."

The beauty of her face and appearance shocked me for a second and I nodded my head to her, "Hi."

She turned to mom and said, "Ready?"

"Yes," mom said, she pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek and I patted her on the small of her back.

"Wow, look at you two, I wish my sons would let me do that in public. Since grade two neither of them couldn't be seen with their mom! Now that they're teenagers its even worse" She laughed.

Mom looked at me, "Yes, we have a special one." she waved to me and took a step towards the door smiling to herself.

As the two walked away, another man in the lobby strained to keep his attention on his phone sitting next to his girlfriend. I did not, I admired both their asses as they left the front. 'Condoms, I need condoms' I thought.

Throughout the day I cleaned the room, watched a movie and ordered room service. After lunch I snuck out and bought condoms from a store. Eight blocks away due to the paranoia of meeting a hotel staff member, as if they would know what I was buying them for.

Tonight was the night I would seduce my mother. I had it planned out, a light supper, a scented candle from the spa, and a clean neat room. I even got a reddish tablecloth to go over the table next to the window.

By 5:30 the supper was on its way for 5:45 and I was dressed to impress. Both her and Beth showed up. They carried large piles of papers and books. Her hair was a mess and she wore sunglasses to cover her eyes. Both mom and Beth stood in the hallway and admired the room.

"Wow you're lucky, When I get back, I'll have to clean up after the kids AND husband. Then I'll be in the bathroom studying these tonight. What a son."

I raised my hand and said, "Hi."

Mom gave me a smirk, "Yeah... well that's the usual case back home, but this trip has been different alright."

Beth held her books up and said "Okay, I better get back to my room and start these, after I order something for them to eat and clean up a bit." She rolled her eyes. As the door closed Beth looked at me, winked and gave me a thumbs up. I'm pretty sure she didn't intend on it meaning anything sexual, but due to the situation...

Mom flopped down on her bed with the books on her lap. "How was your day?" she said.

"Good, boring though. I have supper on the way, it should be here any minute." I said.

A tired smile spread across her face and she removed her glasses. Dark circles lined her blood shot eyes. She got up and hugged me before she cleared a space on the desk and looked at the table.

She turned to me with a smile and pointed to the table. "Did you set this up?"

Before I could answer, a knock at the door interrupted me. "Supper, and it'll finally happen before seven." I said.

I tipped the man five and brought our food into the room. "Well I figured you'd be tired so I wanted to make you comfortable. I just wasn't expecting the homework."

She took a seat and said, "Neither did I."

Mom admired me as I set up the plates, food and drinks. We didn't speak much but we ate a pleasant grilled chicken, and fettuccine pasta. Shared a few glances and her foot came to rest on top of mine. She patted it with a slow rhythmic beat, as if she was playing a song for herself.

After we finished she retired to her bed and opened her books. But within the hour she passed out on her bed. Outside the sun had set and the street lights lit the dark city. She slept through my cleaning and even when I took her manual and papers off her chest.

The urge to fuck had passed as I watched her sleep, instead she was my mother once more. I gathered my PJ's pants and headed for the shower. It took some time but I relieved myself, though not as pleasant as a blowjob or someone else's hand.

When I returned I wore only the bottom and was greeted by my groggy mother, sitting on the side of the bed. She smiled and stood up.

"I think you better just get some sleep tonight." I said.

She yawned and nodded her head, "It's almost ten, what time did I fall asleep?"

I helped her up off the bed, "About seven thirty maybe eight." I said.

She staggered to the bathroom with her nightie in her hand. The shower turned on, rather than her long usual bath. She wore a black night gown, past her knees and far less sexy than her crimson. But her perky nipples betrayed her, she turned out the lights and crawled into her bed.

We said good night and fell asleep. By eleven o'clock I woke with a raging hard on, face down and a damp spot on my PJ's. At first I thought I had cum, but it was just pre-cum. Mom shifted in her bed, her arm shot out and flopped down on the pillow. I imagined George took a number of those before wanting separate beds.

Her long thick leg hung out of the covers, her nightgown rode up past her waist exposing a matching lace thong. In the faint light I watched her chest heave. Her nipple was erect and uncovered by the blanket.

Eleven o'clock became eleven thirty, then twelve and at twelve ten as I stared at the clock. She moaned, kicked the bed sheet from herself and laid silent. My cock refused to soften and each time it would, I would open my eyes to find it hard again.

The sound of two guys thundering down the hall and laughing made me sit up. Under the door shadows streaked by and a man's voice loudly whispered at them, "People are trying to sleep, get inside, mom has to wake up early!"

I thought mom would wake but she continued to lay there motionless. I swung my feet out of bed, adjusted my cock and stood up. The view of her exposed hips and waist was not helping the situation. I reached for the sheets and pulled them up over her feet. Like a thump in my chest I remembered that night, then the condoms I bought.

She said she hadn't had sex in half a year, that she felt inadequate to arouse a man. Yet she was a beautiful woman, fine long hair, pretty face and a busty curvy figure. It seemed idiotic that she had begun to think that way.

The old videos and pictures of her in her ice skating outfits were amazing. Even I would stare at them from time to time, admiring her physique, her smile, her hair. The women in her club always had amazing legs and asses, but unlike them, mom also had a full round set of breasts.

My gaze traced the creases where her thigh met her hips and thong. Suddenly the head of my cock unsheathed itself, pushing against my PJ's. She was wrong, she was blaming herself for George's lack of ability.

George was a nice guy, helped raise me since I was two, but I always felt like I was just, mom's son. David and Penny were his son and daughter. Presents were always given with more enthusiasm or homework was encouraged more strongly. I suppose it afforded me freedom growing up.

Mom had repaid me with a blow job, but I felt I needed to do the same for her. At least she could get some sleep.

"The biggest cock you had felt?" I whispered. On the end table between us was a tiny wall light that gave off just enough light to see between the beds. I flicked the switch and admired her beautiful face in the faint light.

She moved her feet, but nothing else. I knelt down next to her and pulled her nightgown away from her breast. I could hear my heart pumping in my ears, I dare not breathe as to wake her. I would get her hot and ready like the first night, then fuck her.

On porn the men would suck and lick the nipples and the woman would go wild. It was the best I could hope for. I lowered my lips to her chest and slid the black fabric away, exposing an erect nipple.

The surge of panic and thrill brought on a mini panic attack. But lust once again saved me from fainting. As my tongue touched the rough flesh my head cleared and the base of my cock ached with pressure.

Freeing my cock from my pants I ran my tongue over her nipple. A moan left her throat, her legs drew together then relaxed. Frozen in place I kept my tongue flat on her nipple, I could feel it growing against my touch, hardening under my tongue's pressure.

Bent over with my cock sticking out the pressure inside caused a dull pain. A simple stroke soothed it but only temporarily.

She stirred and rolled to her side so she was at a 45 degree angle away from me. I was reminded of when George took me fly fishing in an attempt to bond. I hated fly fishing, but I remembered something. "Don't slap the bait, tease them, lick the top of the water four or five times then gently land the fly on the water top".

I was so inexperienced at sex, I was taking advice from a fly fisherman. The same fisherman who was married to the woman I was trying to fuck.

Her breast was still exposed but I had to crawl up to her. I lowered my tongue and flicked the erect bud with the tip of my tongue. Once more she moaned and her top leg shot down. A second quick flick was all I dared. Fear started to consume my lust.

But the sight of her lace thong and her bare leg was too much. I reached down, touched her fabric and ran the tip of my finger over her hip bone. She moaned and turned her head from me, her arm was back up over her head. I studied her face watching for signs of her waking.

Her frantic flailing, the same ones George got pissed about for waking him up, "were they sexual?" I thought. Growing up she used to always have a romance novel, it was her favourite pastime. But for the past few years she had moved onto a tablet, which sat on her end table beside us.

"George, you're an idiot." I whispered.

My eyes turned back to Sandra's body. I told myself, 'I'm going to fuck you, with the biggest cock you've had.'

Her skin felt so soft, smooth, and warm. Her stomach was soft but as I travelled down lower than her belly button she grew firm to the touch. Over her hip bone to the edge of her lace. She felt warm through the thin material, the slit hidden below had grown moist.

Like a rush of cold water my chest forced me to inhale. My fingertips slid down the damp material, she moaned louder than before. Her leg rolled up and before I could withdraw crushed down on my hand. My fingers were caught between her legs and she had rolled up to my side of the bed.

Horrified, I stared at her face on its side expecting her eyes to open wide and catch me touching her. Before she woke I had to free myself or push her over the edge. Now my plan felt as if it was unravelling. Until her hips rolled up, grinding my fingers along her slit.

A sense of confidence returned and told myself, 'I've already had my cock in her once, and just last night she of her own free will sucked my cock and made me cum."

My fingers slid past the thong between the damp folds of soft skin. She was shaven clean with no stubble, soft silky skin greeted my touch. I fumbled searching for the hole then slid my middle finger inside.

Her hips twitched, her thighs tightened and her pelvis turned up into my hand, gliding my finger deeper inside. She let out another moan into her pillow and her hand found mine between her legs. It was all or nothing at this point.

Without looking at her face for approval I pulled the nightie to the side and latched my mouth onto her exposed breast. Her hand clenched my wrist and she let out a muffled laboured moan.

"Eric!" she huffed.

Withdrawing my hand enough I slid both my index and middle finger inside her soaking pussy. She tried to pull away but like a clamp on her pelvic bone, I held her in place. They went deep inside where a small, round, soft organ greeted them. Whatever it was inside I pressed on it which made her thrust her head back and stiffen her legs.

"It's okay, cum for me." I said. The words had helped me, I hoped they would work the same on her.

Her hand found the back of my head and guided my tongue and mouth to the other breast. My fingers pressed inside to my knuckle and turned inside her. I stirred and massaged the inside of the pelvic bone.

Her back arched and she hastily pulled her nightie up to her neck exposing her gorgeous, firm torso to me. The thin straps of her thong were all that covered her beauty. Her silky legs rubbed together bare to look upon.

"Amazing," I whispered.

She kicked away the last of her sheets and rubbed her calves and feet on the mattress, grinding herself into my hand. She purred for me while I moved from nipple to nipple, giving both equal attention. The more I circled her insides the more she stretched her toes out, twisting about on the mattress.

The tip of my cock thrust into the side of the bed. A shot of pain jarred me from the base reminding me of its neglect. I pulled away and stood, revealing a hard cock dangling before her. As I stepped out of my underwear she slithered across the edge and took it in her mouth.

The warm embrace of her mouth and tongue made the pain go away. But still I wanted more, I thought of the condoms hidden in my luggage, but I didn't want to leave her for fear she would turn from the lust.

A moan left my mouth, which only turned her on more. Her legs squeezed together and her lips clamped tight. With each moan I let out she ran her hands over her bare skin caressing herself from her breast down her waist and to her thigh. Condom or not I wanted inside and from what I could tell, she wanted it too.

I pulled my hips free of her mouth and she looked up at me with lustful eyes, about to demand a reason. With a firm hand I tried to pull her to me by the knee, but she stopped me.

"No, just this." She said, She made room for me and led me close beside her.

But she didn't just mean for me to get a blowjob. Her mouth engulfed my cock and she guided my shoulders and head down between her waiting knees. As I drew lower she helped my one leg over her head and spread her legs for me.

My cock was willing to fuck anything at this point. While it was not the hole I wanted, I moaned and was betrayed by my body. She lifted her head sliding it deeper until my hips thrust forward and I lowered myself onto her.

Our bodies pressed into each other and I got the hint. I was eager to try it, I had seen porn with 69's and heard the talk of a woman's sweetness. Her thighs wrapped around my head and I slid my tongue into her slit.

Sweet but not tasty, it was like mucus on a cold day. But the moan that vibrated around my cock as it was in her throat, made me lap faster and harder. I pulled her thong free and she kicked it off. Lapping sounds of spit, moans, and smacking mixed with the sound of the air conditioner kicking in.

Outside someone passed by our door, unknown to them a mother and son were engaging in taboo sex. What would their reaction be? would they accept it? For sure mom's beauty would affect their decision.

Our secret hidden by a thin slab door in the middle of a hotel. Had I passed by a door or driven by a house with only curtains to obscure their secret?

She cupped my balls in her warm hands and I wrapped my arms around her round ass and hips, pulling myself tight into her.

My mouth was filled with a mixture of saliva and her fluids. I couldn't bring myself to swallow, and the longer I refused the more it filled my mouth until it poured off my tongue and onto her gaping slit. She let out a moan and arched her back.

My hands roamed her soft thighs and hips. The more I did the more she slithered her body against mine. It wasn't about the pleasure of my tongue or her mouth, it was the whole experience. Our skin to skin across our whole body, the way we came together caressing and rubbing. It was nothing like masturbating or even her blow job she had given me. It was more, it was as if we melted together in a flood of mind numbing pleasure.

I fucked her like I would have if we were in the missionary position. She held onto my cock at the base to prevent me from going too deep, but like an expert licked, sucked and slurped, at times she took a break to rub it on her cheek and neck savouring its hardness.

I was horny and the thought of her swallowing my cum caused an orgasm to build. Caught in the pleasure I pushed away from her to admire her body. I angled my hips up and sunk my cock into her throat. She could sense my orgasm and tilted her chin up to give me access.

But I didn't want it to end and pulled away from her open mouth. Before I could escape, she reached up and pulled me back towards her with both her hands on my ass. Overtaken by the urge I thrust forward, her throat bulged as my cock slid deeper than before.

The firm walls of her throat tightened around the shaft and head. Her hands caressed my ass and thighs, urging me on. At her guidance I pulled back and watched her throat return to normal. She took a breath and guided me back inside. Each time I tested it, going deeper until the whole shaft was in her.

Pleasure took over and I became lost in watching her throat bulge. She tapped me twice, and pulled her head to the side to take a gasp of air. Pre-cum leaked out and mixed with spit around her mouth.
She looked around the side of my testicles and admired my hard body planked over her. With a quick eye to eye glance she took my shaft in her mouth again and swirled the head of my cock inside. I was so close I thought I would cum over her face, and was willing for such an end.

Before I could she pulled me free, gasped and took several breaths. "Oh, fuck its big."

My balls tighten, and I grit my teeth fighting off the orgasm that burned inside. It was so close any touch would set it off. I was wrong about cumming anywhere. I wanted to cum in her, to feel the pleasure. Her hand guided me back in, as her tongue glided over the topside of my cock I felt myself go.

"Oh my god I'm close," I moaned.

Instead of pushing me away she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in tighter. Her throat gurgled as I slid back inside. The whole shaft entered her throat and caused her to bulge. Above her my whole body tensed up as I looked down between us. My muscles burned but I wanted to see it.

The warm sensation of my orgasm flowed through the underside of my cock and my testicles tightened. I moaned as I injected a shot of cum down her throat and into her stomach. My arms and legs spasmed as another surge sent more cum down into her. She reached around and massaged my tight testicles with the palm of her warm hand. A low long moan left my lips and my body quivered from the physical strain.

She tapped my ass and pushed on my hips to roll to the side. Fearing I had angered her I rolled to the side. My cock slid out with a gurgle and her back arched as she expelled me.

Afraid she was pissed I and looked down at her face. She continued to grip my cock but looked away and took a giant breath of air. With a slender finger she brushed back sticky, wet hair and opened her mouth.

With cum still oozing out, she guided my cock back down her throat. The orgasm had weakened but the sensation of her throat muscles made my testicles tighten one last time. With her warm soft hand on my balls, I felt it spasm, my hips buck forward, forcing the tip down her throat.

I squeezed her breasts and arms, gritting my teeth and as my body tightened she sensed the last of my orgasm.

She tilted her chin up and I felt myself slid deeper down her throat. With the lust gone I was afraid I would choke her and tried to pull up. She wouldn't allow it, instead she held me down by the ass until I pumped the last of my sperm into her. Her throat tightened and relaxed as she swallowed. When I was done she tapped my ass and pushed up.

Cum and spit soaked the sides of her face and hair. With one finger she cleaned her lower lips of the sticky mixture. "I haven't done that for a while." she laughed.

"Did you get yours? Because I have condoms." I said.

"Small ones, but no sex, just oral. I think I'll be okay." She pulled her hair up to the side and pulled her soiled nightie over her head. "I Finally got to have a real sixty nine, George hated giving oral but loved having it." she chuckled.

My competitive side turned on, while I had mine I wanted to prove myself. In a fluid motion I pressed her knee to the side, lowered my face between her legs and slid my tongue inside of her pussy. The muscles strained to push out as hard as I could, with my nose and lips mashed against her.

She lifted her chin, gripped my hair and spread her legs further apart. Her sweet slick fluid covered my tongue. Its tip flicked up out of the hole and over a small bud. Her back arched, thrusting her belly up and her hand clenched my hair. The muscles in her thighs hardened and she kicked her heels into the mattress.

The hairs on my head stung as she squeezed, then she let out a moan and gasped, "Fuck!". Her body quivered and shook from the sudden assault then subsided. When the wave passed her, she fought to catch her breath.

I lost track of time as I lapped, fingered and sucked on her. I gave her everything I could think of and when my tongue grew too stiff and tired I used my fingers. One at first, then a second. A third was too tight and she pulled my hand away.

"I'm close... faster... faster!" she called out.

She squeezed her breasts with one hand and rubbed the front of her slit hard and fast with the other. Doing as she commanded I slid two fingers in and out of her as fast as my hand could. Then like she had been struck by lightning, she jerked back, raised her knees, squeezed her legs together and rolled to her side.

With my hand trapped inside all I could do was swirl my fingers in a circle. We looked one another in the eyes and I watched my mother have an orgasm. Her mouth opened, soundless at first while she clenched my forearm for support.

As if released from invisible restraints, she gasped and heaved to catch her breath. She gave me a smile, relaxed and threw her forearm over her forehead. As she regained her strength, I licked and sucked on her nipples. Like a queen being attended to, she laid on her back and stroked the back of my head with her finger tips. Coming down from bliss she purred to herself.

"Thank you," she whispered.

After a long while we got up and showered separately, I had hoped for more, but by the time I finished my shower she had fallen asleep in her bed. I crawled beside her still naked and she snuggled up to me with a smile.

The following morning we behaved as if nothing happened even though we both woke naked in each other's arms. Our core relationship had turned sexual, but it was true we were still mother and son, but the uneasiness that once was between us had vanished, replaced with a sense of intimate love.

In the lobby we ran into Beth who waved to us. She stood with three men, who I presumed to be her husband and two sons. They were taller than me and skinny. They looked like they were in their senior years, roughly the same age as Penny.

"Hey, John, Reg, Lou, this is Sandra and Eric. These are my boys." She exclaimed.

Both mom and I smiled and said hello. Beth wore thin black leggings which showed a thong line going around her waist. For sure these two guys were sneaking into her dresser I thought. A host on scenarios ran through my mind as I nodded my head with mom's words.

"Yeah, that's okay, right Eric?" Mom said.

My mind snapped back and I searched the five sets of eyes on me, had they noticed my day dream, what I was staring at or even thinking of?

Beth laughed, "Can I get a ride young man?"

"Yes! Yes of course, sorry I was just trying to remember names." I said.

Her husband John shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, "Okay we'll maybe on second thought I'll take the boys out to the amusement park today, then we'll all go next Saturday again."

Beth's smile faded and she nodded her head, "Okay, have fun guys."

John leaned in and gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Okay see you tonight."

"Bye mom," Her two boys said simultaneously.

After they vanished around the corner outside, I smiled at Beth and ushered her to the front door.

Beth rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a small folded booklet. "Oh Sandra, here before I forget, the catalogue we spoke about."

Mom blushed and smiled at me. She took the booklet from Beth and slipped it into her bag of books.

Beth sat in front with me, mom gave me a wink as she insisted Beth take the passenger seat.

She sighed as she spotted her family. "I don't know why he won't wait, its not like he enjoys going on rides with the boys. Now they're going to see everything and I'll probably end up on the roller coaster alone."

"Huh, Eric and I have been looking for one last place to visit before heading home. He loves roller coasters. Maybe we should go there this weekend, say..."

I looked back at mom in the rear view mirror and she wrinkled her nose at me with a wink.

"Say, ten o'clock Saturday morning?" Beth said with a smile.

"Yes, I think that's about the time we had planned on getting out and touring the city," Mom said.

The light turned red and I stopped the vehicle. I looked at the two women's faces next to me and shook my head with a grin on my face. "Okay, ten works."

Beth and mom laughed together and discussed their planned surprise encounter on Saturday.

I dropped the two women off at the campus and said goodbye, admiring them as they walked away for a second longer than I should have. Beth glanced back and caught me lingering. I turned away and acted as if I was checking the mirrors.

Back in the room a note was sitting on my pillow. The single page of paper was folded into three with my name written on it.

"Eric, our first night freaked me out and I searched online for help. I found some and I'm sorry I didn't share it sooner. But a woman named Sally reached out, she told me it would be alright and that she and her son have a similar relationship.

She compared it to a game. When we play a game we take it out of the box, set it up and play, after the winner and loser cleans it up and puts the game away. Life goes on if all the players act maturely and understand it's a game.

She told me about the "Core Relationship", in the end, we're still mother and son. Not husband and wife or lovers or coworkers. You're my son and I love you, but we need to be safe.

She said her and her son both know it's not to start a family or end in marriage. It's for pleasure and when it's done we return back to mother and son.

I like our game, but we have to be careful.

Love mom.

PS maybe call me Sandra when we play the game, mom still kinda creeps me out :)"

I opened my phone and texted her, knowing she would be sitting next to Beth. "I can have a board game setup for tonight if you want to play?"

Seconds passed and already the display showed her typing a reply.

"I'd love to, but clean up the room first. Would you like me to invite Beth?" mom said.

I stared at the screen un-moving, was it a test, what the fuck was that question?

"JK, next time you stare, don't make it obvious. Oh if we're going to do this more often, don't hesitate to reach out to Sally" mom said.

I rolled my eyes and went to set my phone down, before I could turn away it buzzed and displayed, "'MOM, shared a contact, SALLY"

CHAPTER 5, TASTE BUT DON'T SWALLOW.

The roughest roads can be worn smooth if you travel it enough. After a week it had become natural, simple and enjoyable. But I saw a side to mom I didn't think existed. Over the week she only "Played the Game" twice. But throughout the evening when we were alone, she wore only lingerie.

Beth, her new sexy friend, also became a frequent visitor. Joining us on suppers and study dates. Of course mom wore her clothes then, but it didn't help the sexual frustration that was building inside of me.

Another thing mom liked to do was open the blinds, all the time, even when we played "the game." She also enjoyed being a cock tease, flirting, wearing only lingerie then shutting me down with a smile. Uncle Fred once told me she had all the guys chasing her back in their days, before she came back pregnant with me and settled with George.

Our last weekend was spent with Beth and as predicted by her, her family was afraid of the roller coasters. A light rain soaked the seats and all of the park's visitors. But the lines were short and the only ones bothered by the rain was Reg, John and Lou. Except when both mom and Beth were soaked to the bone. Then her sons perked up and took notice in a number of ways.

I had become the substitute adventurous son, but mom wasn't one to be left out. Whenever there were 3 or more seats we all went on a ride together. It was like being on a date with two mature models, at times I nearly forgot my mom was my mother.

Once mom jumped out of line and sent me and Beth alone together on a scenic thrill ride called the tower drop. Beth covered her face in embarrassment when we saw her two sons ogling mom from behind as she looked up at us. When the seats fell she let out a scream and grabbed a hold of my pant leg.

All in all, that day was a blast and mom and Beth parted ways like they were old friends. Beth and I met once more that night, by coincidence picking up takeout. We chatted while we waited. Before she left she slipped me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered thank you.

If we had more time, mom might have been right about me fucking her. My last night was filled with lusty dreams, dreams mom promptly dealt with, several times.

On our last day mom pulled the curtains back to reveal a dull overcast morning. She held the phone to her ear, wearing nothing but a red thong and bra and stood in front of the large window looking up at the sky.

"George it'll be okay, it's just rain... Has it been raining for four days? Eric and I have been having fun, I guess I lost track of time." She stuck her tongue out and discreetly picked a hair from her mouth, discarding it on the floor.

Mom gave me a wink as I pulled my underwear up.

"Yes, we'll be home tonight, we'll drive safe, okay love you too." she flipped her hair to the side and disconnected her phone.

"Come on, I took care of you already, but we have to check out. I guess some houses and roads are flooded back home. Might be a long drive." mom said.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I said.

Mom smiled at me and picked her jeans up off the bed. "Yes, I'm okay, I just wanted to take care of you one last time before we leave." She bent down and slid her leg into her pants.

"I'm just saying, it wouldn't be our first time, if you need relief too." I said.

Her jeans slid up over her round lush ass, cupping her glutes. She beamed a smile towards me and sighed, "It is tempting, but no this was fun, I enjoyed our time together, but we're going home. We better get our heads back in order, okay?" She held me by the shoulders and looked me in the face.

It was difficult not to look down at her ample sized breasts concealed in a flimsy red bra, with two semi hard nipples jutting out... I may not have avoid staring as much as I thought I did. "Yes, I understand."

Mom pulled a shirt over her head giving me the final glimpse of her bare waist and stomach. "You know Beth kept inquiring about you, I think she has a bit of a crush on you." she laughed.

"Mom, she's married." I said.

"Hmmm, so, to some that's okay. It sounded like her husband goes on frequent business trips..."

Reluctantly I pulled my pants up and buttoned it. It felt like the end of an open story, nearly there but no closure.

"So what would you think of her visiting our town?" Mom slung her day bag over her shoulder and tossed back her hair.

"I don't know, I guess if you want to compare notes with her on your businesses." I pulled on my shirt and picked up two suitcases.

"Hmm I thought you'd like that, I mean every morning you came down we could see you watching us as we left. And yesterday well it was like we were giving you boys a wet t-shirt contest" Mom gave me a little wink and wrinkled her nose.

The skin on my cheeks burned as I stared into her eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't think she minded." mom said and elbowed me in the ribs. "We're going to be late saying goodbye, they're down there right now."

We hauled our luggage through the elevator and in the lobby where Beth with her family waited. She gave us a big smile and waved us over. Her and mom hugged, I nodded to the guys behind her. Yesterday in the rain the two boys couldn't keep their eyes off mom. So that was fine. I couldn't keep mine off theirs.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I didn't think it would be raining all day." Beth said.

"Again, it's okay, we had a blast. It was wet and cold, but fun. We were even talking about it this morning," mom said and wrapped her arm in mine.

Beth looked back at her family and smiled, "So did we,"

We both checked out and said one last goodbye. When Beth bent over to grab a bag, the oldest boy, Reg, watched her ass, longer than a glance. I smiled to myself, I felt for him.

"Reg, you said you play a lot of COD, would you mind sending me your profile name so I could send you a friend's invite maybe we could hook up one day?"

Reg gave me a big smile, "Yeah that'd be cool, here I'll text it to you." He swiped his phone and sent me his contact info."

I looked at the screen and said, "Got it," Little did he know it wasn't just for a few rounds of COD but an anonymous link to a blog I thought he might find interesting.

"You have finals to focus on, so no long nights." Beth smiled. She waved to us and followed her family out of the hotel and into the rain. Beth let out a little yelp and laugh as the cold rain splattered across her shoulders.

Mom and I smiled at one another and took a deep breath. Together we grabbed our bags and trotted through the parking lot straight to our SUV.

CHAPTER 6, IT MUST BE FATE.

Mom was right about Sally, I had reached out to her through her blog. She had a way of making it seem alright, that it was normal. She texted me something that stuck in my head. Reading a second time I looked away from the rain and windshield wipers.

"By the sounds of it you and your mother are going to be okay. But remember, don't rely on your hair or muscles, don't swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with her, be her son, listen to her when she needs it. If the two of you need more, be open about it with each other and be clear of why. You have my blog link if you need help focusing, I'm also sending your mother two copies of the book I mentioned"

Ahead of us blue lights sparkled in the dusk rain. A man wearing a yellow reflective rain coat and sheriffs hat approached the drivers side door. My stomach turned with worry as I imagined him picking us up for the things we had done to each other back in the city.

Mom rolled the window down and the officer leaned in shielding his face from the rain.

"Evening ma'am, where are you headed?" the officer said.

"Hello officer, we're going home, Crystal Hills." Mom said.

Rain splattered on the open window. The droplets built up on the arm rest with a number of them soaking her shirt or landing on her bare arm.

The officer looked towards the road ahead of us, then back to mom. His eyes dipped down for a quick instinctive check of her cleavage. In an attempt to avert his stare he looked me in my eyes and gave a thin smile. He was young but older than myself, maybe late 20's early 30's. He leaned back and used his flashlight to look at the luggage piled up in the back.

Looking back at my mother he said, "They closed the bridge ahead, a mudslide washed trees up into the bridge almost two hours ago and the water is washing out the edges, I cant let anyone through. If you came from the city you might have to wait it out behind us in one of the towns, I can't say how long this will be."

Mom bit her lip and squeezed the steering wheel. We were at the halfway point, at an obscure little bridge on the highway.

"Is there anyway around? Another road with a bridge still open?" mom said.

"The bridge south of here was washed out before the slide. The only other one close by is an hour and half north on 87. It's a small town that has a bridge and it's up above the slide. Bright Valley I can show you on your GPS if you like." He said.

Mom nodded her head and opened her phone to her map app.

"There, 20 minutes back, an hour and a half north and you'll see the signs, once there follow the secondary west to the main highway again." He said.

Mom gave him a giant smile and said, "Thank you."

He stepped away from the door and waved, "No problem ma'am, drive safe, we've had our share of ditched vehicles due to visibility."

Mom checked her mirrors and pulled the SUV around. Using her hands free she called George with her cell phone.

"Hello, where are you guys?" George said.

"We're at the bridge about eight hours in, it's washed out, we're on our way to a detour. Where's Penny and David?" Mom said.
"Watching a movie downstairs, want me to get them?" He said.

"No that's okay, I'm just touching base with your guys that were going to be a bit later than I thought." Mom said.

"See I told you, you should have just flown, you'd be home by now even with the 30 minute drive." George said.

"I hate flying, I'd prefer to drive you know that, plus it was a chance to hang out with Eric after his year in college." Mom smiled and checked her rear view mirror.

"Well technically it wasn't a full year, he was going to flunk anyways. I'm just hoping he learns something from blowing our twenty thousand because he was chasing a girl." George said.

Mom's smile faded and she took her eyes off the road to look at me. I cleared my throat and said, "Hi, George."

My voice caused a long pause in the conversation before he said anything. "You have me on speaker?" he said.

"Well I'm driving George and I didn't think we'd get into that conversation again." Mom said.

"Since it's out, I'm just going to say it. Eric I think it's time you pay rent or find a place, if you don't think you'll need your college funds we can move it into Penny and Davids." George said.

Impotent prick, limp dick, broken dick, were a few names that stopped on the tip of tongue. I just managed to hold them in, more from shock and anger than etiquette.

"George, we didn't discuss that in full and this isn't the time for it. Eric we're not taking your college away, I didn't agree to that in any way, but maybe rent will teach some responsibility. And! I can use another person at the studio so getting a temporary job would be easy." Mom said.

"I'm just saying it should be out there and why waste the money, it's just logical is all." George said.

The leather on the steering wheel creaked from mom's grip.

The look on mom's face was enough to set me off and my anger took over, "Yeah, that makes sense. Um I always kind of knew, I was just the kid that came along with the pretty girl." I said.

"Eric." mom said in a meek voice.

I had hoped for silence, but mom had broken that, so fuck it. "Since we're on truths... I can pay rent, it's best if I stay there. If I moved out, breakfasts, lunches, school and suppers for Penny and David would all fall on to mom's shoulder. Since you leave at 8:00 and hang around later than your shift requires for Jerry's Pharmacy."

"Eric." Mom interrupted.

"You know what, it's been seventeen years and you're still just, 'Oh your Sandra's husband' so I guess in a way we can relate with one another." I said.

"Eric, stop! George when we get home... George... That fucking prick hung up!" Mom squeezed the steering wheel hard. "You didn't need to escalate that!"

"Yup I know, rule number nine, don't escalate, we'll fuck that, I was about to add, don't worry I could probably start doing porn to earn cash, I've been told I have a giant HARD cock." I said.

Mom took a deep breath in and shook her head, "Oh lord."

"I'd tell you who told me, but I promised her we'd keep it a secret." I said.

She held a finger up to me and shook her head, "Don't, don't, that's behind us, that stays in the city."

Water crawled across the side of the window like a meandering river. "So in the future if there's another course in the city do you want me to come along?"

Mom glanced over to me and sucked her lower lip between her teeth in thought. "Maybe... no, no we're not discussing this, maybe lets just turn on some music and cool down."

The officer had told us two hours, but between the rain and side roads we arrived in the little town of Bright Valley after four hours of driving. Mom and George had a conversion, one which I wasn't part of and resulted in mom getting soaked outside. I wasn't complaining, the woman could win wet t-shirt contests if she joined any.

The town was small, for what we could see of it. Ahead of us, across the river lights lit up the other side of the bridge. Amber road blocks blinked in front of the bridge.

The office was an older man, heavy set and down right miserable.

He stood back from the side of the SUV and shook his head, "That was hours ago, things have changed, the old bridge lost its support, it's just hang'n there. You'll have to return to the edge of town, there's a motel there, Charlie and Grace can put you up for the night." He said.

Above us the roar of water poured down in a torrent. Its heavy outburst pounded the vehicle and flattened the officer's hat down around his head. He muttered under his breath and jogged back to his car.

Mom closed the window and looked behind us. Her hair and clothes were soaked, hair dangled down her face. Driving at 20, the wipers could hardly keep up, both of us strained through the windshield to see the lines on the road. Through the down pour a reddish neon sign guided us off the road. A big 'Vacancy' sign lit the parking lot entrance.

Only up close to the office could we see the old motel, a time capsule to the 70's. Brown wood siding, faded red signage and orange doors. We pulled in close to the office and ran inside.

Inside it continued to show its age with the original decor, yet lovingly kept. Green carpet, a dark wood desk and yellow stain glass lamps decorated the front desk. An older woman in her 60's greeted us followed by her husband.

The old lady clapped her hands together "Wow what an entrance, you two are soaked! Come on, we'll get you a towel" she said. "Charlie, get them some towels."

Mom pulled her shirt away from her chest and wiped the water from her eyes. "Yes, it just hit as we pulled up to the bridge, I hope you have a dry room to go with the towels, the bridge is out." she said.

"Oh I know, been all over the radio. Fortunately for you, due to the weather we have a few vacancies, up until last week we were all booked for the bird watching meet." She chuckled.

Her husband smiled and handed us a pair of white clean towels. The lady flipped open a big ledger and handed mom a pen. "I'm Grace by the way, this is my husband Charlie."

"I'm Sandra, this is my son Eric. Bird watching? You get much of that?" Mom said with a smile.

"Yes, twice a year, spring and fall. This year we were a bit late but oh well, it's always fun. Oh, would you like two rooms?" The lady said.

"No, my son and I are good with one, do you have any with double beds?" mom said.

Charlie reached for the keys hanging on the wall behind him. "Here, room fifteen it's our closest available room. You can just stay parked there until morning, it's not hurting anything."

Mom took the keys and smiled "Thank you."

"Our rooms are ninety dollars for a night, free cable TV and we do offer free breakfasts made by the deli across... ah maybe we won't have that, but we'll see what we can do for you." Grace beamed a smile to mom.

"That's okay I'm sure there's something to find on this side of town. Oh what's the WiFi password?" Mom said.

The older couple looked at one another. "I'm sorry dear, we don't have WiFi in the rooms, but we do have internet here in the office if you need it."

"Ah, no that's okay, thank you. Can my son start unloading our stuff in the room?" Mom said.

"Yes, Charlie, can you help him? I'll finish here with...." The lady squinted to read the credit card mom handed her, "Mrs Davis." she smiled.

Mom held her hand out to stop Charlie and said, "Oh no, Eric and I can do that, we're already wet. Eric just get our big suitcase and phones and we'll be okay."

Charlie jumped up, grabbed a yellow raincoat from under the counter and smiled at me, "No worries, come on this way young man, it's just right down here."

"How old is your boy?" Grace asked with a big smile on her face.

"Oh, he's 19, my oldest." she said.

"He's a handsome one," Grace said as she gave me a smile.

Once long ago, it was easy to see, Grace would have been a looker. Still for her age she looked good enough to fuck. Shocked by the thoughts in my head, I shook them off and opened the door.

Mom looked back out at me with a big smile on her face. She replied to Grace but the torrent of water slammed down around me, drowning out all other noises. Under the cover of the hatch, giant drops pounded the tailgate as I jerked the luggage free and slammed it shut. Charlie led me through the rain towards the room and opened it up for me.

"That's a hell of a downpour you guys arrived in. Get dried off, I'll let your mother know where to go." He yelled.

Before he could make it to the office mom met him halfway. They smiled at one another and she scooted past me at the door.

Inside the curtains were thick yellow drapes, with reddish brown carpeting. It had a stale smoky scent, panel boards and yellowish ceilings.

"Oh my god, it's like a nineteen seventies movie set.'' Mom giggled. "Wow, I forgot what stale cigarette smoke smelled like." she covered her nostrils with her index finger.

"That's what the stink is?" I said.

She wrinkled her nose and nodded her head. Her shirt clung to her breasts and showed her red bra underneath. Her nipples were chilled and hard. It was difficult to not stare and she didn't stop me. Instead she clawed at her wet shirt and peeled it off her body exposing her full figure.

"Can you unpack some of this mess? I just hope we have something clean, I'll go shower real quick then you."

My clothes were dripping on the carpet, I pulled my pants and shirt off and stood over the open luggage searching for something folded and clean.

Mom had finished in record time, and stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a white towel with her hair tied up in a small towel.

"Did you have anything?" she said.

"Nothing yet." I said.

"Okay, I can call them and see if they can do us a favour and let me use their washer. Go grab a shower in the meantime." she said.

I grabbed an old PJ bottoms. Mom leaned forward to look at the phone, her bare legs tightened and the towel lifted above her stretched out hamstrings. The crease below her ass showed and I thought of Georges inability to service her. He might have been tough over the phone, but reality was, he couldn't satisfy the most beautiful woman in town. Discreetly I tossed my pj's on the bed and headed for the bathroom.

I left the door open as I peeled off my briefs and showered. I soaped my entire body talking myself up to step out into the room naked. George had failed her, she hadn't been laid in months and who knows before that.

Mom had said our experience was in the past, to move on. But I had seen Sally's name pop up twice on her phone as we drove home. I acted as though I ignored it but I kept an eye out. The other was Beth who periodically checked up on us. They were already dry back home eight hours ago.

Days earlier I had offered to help her and she nearly accepted, but after a moment of hesitation she refused. Tonight she was pissed at George and still in good spirits, tonight would be it, I would service her the way she deserved. From behind, fucking her as hard as I could.

My cock strained at the desire and thought of her bending over. I slammed the water shut and as if I had hit the switch to the power I went blind. I knew my eyes weren't closed but I almost couldn't tell if they were open.

"Oh my god now we don't have power." mom said in the other room.

I felt around the wall and pulled back the curtains, the slight light from the hallway gave me something to feel. "Okay Beth, I gotta help Eric, I'll call you later." Mom turned the flashlight on and held the phone out to me. "Do you need it?"

"Yes, just for a second." I said. In the light I grabbed a towel and wiped my face.

My cock strained under the weight of the towel. Water dripped from my hair and ran down my shoulders and chest. Mom had her back to me, her phone lit the entrance to the bathroom.

The towel fell to the floor and I said, "I'm okay now, thank you."

"You're sure?" She said, Her eyes looked down as her attention was grabbed by my naked body.

"Yes."

She pulled her phone back and walked back into the main area. On the balls of my feet I followed her, naked, my cock pointed towards her. At home, in school around town she was so tame. A well respected business woman, conservative, simple, but still stylish. Then there was the tattoo and the things she would allow me to do. She was skilled in ways most wouldn't have imagined.

Until now I had been offering to help, perhaps it was another version she desired. She had seventeen years of meekness after all. Bold was the other option.

"So much for using their washing machine, I'll call them and let them know we'll figure something out." She said,

Seeing her silhouette from behind and knowing she was naked under the towel I wanted to fuck her. I ran the plan through my head, 'pull her towel off and suck on her breasts, then bend her over and slam my cock into her from behind.' At least that was the three second plan I had just arrived at.

With a firm hand I took her waist in my arms, spun her around and pulled her close. The knot on her towel came undone and my hands slipped in to pull her nake body into mine.

"Eric!" she said. Her feet skittered between me and the bed. She lost her balance and fell back on the corner of the bed.

Free of my grasp she sat on the corner, my erect cock pointing straight at her face. Like a trained pet she cupped my cold testicles in her warm hands and pulled my cock into her open mouth.

Within seconds my three second plan went sideways. The warmth of her soft tongue glided under the shaft, in one gulp she inhaled my whole length down her throat and paused.

My knees grew weak and my head fell back. I let out a deep long moan and let my body lean forward. She gagged for a second then began slurping and jerking my cock. Her hand clamped down on my shaft so hard it felt like the head would pop. With the twist of her wrist she guided me sideways and down onto the bed.

Obediently I side stepped and laid down on my back. She straddled my legs, her breasts dangled next to my hip and her round beautiful ass pointed up high in the air. The arch of her back swayed low and as I admired her body as her mouth engulfed my cock once more.

She fingered herself as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

"I can fuck you if you need it," I said.

She lifted her head and looked at me, "No sex, just this." She wiped her lips and inspected my cock in her hand. "Hmm, I can't believe I'm proud of your size," she giggled.

Satisfied with the view she continued. But as nice as a blow job felt I wanted me. I flexed my body as I helped pump my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes looked over my stomach and she dared to touch them. Her fingers traced the ridges and centre line above my navel.

I shimmied closer and put my hand on her smooth calf muscle. She tensed up and sucked harder on the head of my cock. One hand slid over her hamstring and up close to her pussy but she pulled her hips away from my touch. In response I shifted closer and ran my hand over the top of her ass.

I hadn't touched her like that since the night of our 69. Her skin was smooth and soft like warm silk over gel. Her muscles tightened and loosened underneath the skin. Her breasts swayed and bounced with her efforts. Lost in the sensation of her smooth skin and the feelings of her muscles moving I felt the beginning of my orgasm.

"Please can we?" I said. With one hand I slid my hand under her breasts and cupped it. The hard long nipple rolled around my palm.

The sudden attention caused her to moan. Her throat vibrated on my cock and she lifted her head to catch her breath. She looked at me and bit her lower lip. Just a little more I thought. I rolled her breast around in my hand, moving the nipple around in a circle.

Her eyes rolled up and she spread her legs. My fingers found their way under hers and inside her vagina. This time she didn't pull away, Mentally I told myself, "Be assertive, fuck her hard' I thought with a smile, 'harder than George ever did.'

Inside she felt mushy and slick, She moaned and took the head of my cock inside her mouth. She sucked so hard it pulled at the sides, her hand jerked my shaft frantically. I let out a moan as her other hand left mine and cupped my testicles.

My eyes rolled back and my fingers inside her clamped down on her pelvic bone. She moaned and pumped my cock as fast as she could.

"No, not yet, please," I pleaded.

Wanting more I tried to pull away from her, but she pinned my hips down and squeezed on the base of my shaft exposing the entire head to her hot mouth. The shock of pleasure released and my mouth opened and my legs stiffened. My body's instincts thrust my hips up into her mouth and my whole body tightened. Cum blew into her mouth, as my testicles tightened and relaxed on their own.

Her slender fingers pumped the base of my cock in sync with my glutes flexing and relaxing. The pleasure of it made me moan and arch my back.

Used up I laid on my back. Mom finished me off and rolled to her side and looked down at me. She closed her eyes and swallowed my cum and massaged her throat and collar bones. Cum and spit ran down her chin and dripped on her round full breasts.

Seeing each other naked had become easier, but also because of our own confidence. She gave me a smile and admired my flat stomach caressing my obliques with the tips of her fingers.

"I can give you pleasure too, I feel like I owe you" I said.

She smiled and shook her head, "You owe me? Oh no you just want to get laid." She slapped me on the bare thigh and stood up from the bed.

My insides turned and I stammered for words as I admired her body in the dim light of her phone.

"Okay you got it twice today, go to sleep we have to get back on the road tomorrow." She said.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth while I crawled under the sheets. I had hoped for her to return and crawl into my bed but instead she passed me and went to hers.

CHAPTER 7, PERSISTENCE HAS ITS REWARDS

The clock on my phone read 1:04 am. Outside the wind whistled by and trees behind the motel scraped the concrete wall. The room was cool and muggy without any circulation, but nevertheless mom was half uncovered and sprawled across her bed.

My cock was hard with the thought of fucking her and I was certain I had no sleep. Slow to move I slid out of my bed and into the aisle between us. Sure I wanted to get laid, but so did she. We had done it once before and she had given my words thought. She just needed more encouragement.

With one hand I slid the covers off her body. Her round breasts looked inviting on her chest. Her brown nipples were half erect from the cool air. She stirred as the sheets slid down her body. I trembled and my knees shook from the anticipation.

In the dim light of my cell phone I admired her naked body. My head swirled when I lowered my lips to her nipple and latched on to it. My hard cock swung painfully between my thighs as I knelt forward.

The small bud grew under the warm pressure of my tongue. Enjoying it myself I ran my tongue over her areola and up the underside of her nipple. At the tip I gave her a flick with my tongue. Her chest pushed out and she turned her head to the side. But this time I didn't shy away. My tongue traced the edges of the swelled nipple, it was thick and puffy like a cylinder. The skin of her thighs rubbed together and she turned her head the other way.

A slight moan left her throat and she threw her hand up over her chest. It bounced off the side of my head and I moved my attention to the other nipple. I moved my knees up onto the bed next to hers, holding my weight with my arms so the bed wouldn't shake too much.

Kneeling forward at her side like a T, I slid my fingers between her legs and paused as she murmured something. Her thighs parted and I slid lower until my fingers touched a warm wet slit. Her chest heaved from my touch and her breathing increased.
My own breathing was laboured from my efforts as well as holding my breath. My fingers slid inside and felt around. I lowered my mouth back to her breasts and gave them a hard suck. The nipple filled and grew to its full length inside my mouth. Inside her vagina my fingers found a little round globe and played with it. Flicking it side to side and rolling it around in her slick fluids.

Her back arched and her thighs tightened together. She moaned and twisted on the mattress. "Eric!" She panted.

I ignored her and flicked her nipple around in my mouth while I continued to play with the fleshy globe inside her.

She squeezed the back of my head with her hand and arched her back. Her other hand gripped the bedding's and she let out a squeal. She flopped back and looked down at me with lusty half open eyes. It was now or never to fuck her.

I pushed myself up from her and pulled her by the knees to her side. She looked down at my cock and said, "You're hard again?"

I nodded my head and positioned myself over her knees. She hesitated to part her legs but stared at my cock. I took her hand in mine and made her touch it. A small moan left her throat as her fingers traced its hard ridges, and finally her knees parted.

In a plank position above her my body grew hard and my stiff cock pointed down at her spread legs. Her hand still on my cock she guided me towards her. The tip touched the wet slit of her vagina and she rubbed it up and down the smooth lips. She shook her head and held me tight. But looked away from me as she paused.

Face to face I looked her in the side of her eyes. With a deep voice I said, "Sandra, I'm going to fuck you like a bull."

She turned her head to look me in the eyes. Through her half closed eyes lust had taken over her facial expression. Her grip on my cock softened and the muscles in her thighs relaxed.

The tip of my cock stabbed into a solid wall of flesh, with the flick of her wrist she angled it down. The pressure strained the shaft of my cock and I thought it would bend in half. But as if a dam burst, she opened up, my cock sprang forward into her warm wonderful body and she let out a moon next to my ear. We melded together and our skin warmed each other.

Her thick long thighs tightened around my waist in an effort to draw me in deeper. Her insides were soaked from my fingering and half my cock slid inside of her in a single stroke. My natural instinct to fuck set in and I pulled back and sunk myself to the hilt, Inside I could feel the tip touch a firm wall.

She hissed and loosened her grip on my waist. The lights came back with a flicker and the A/C vibrated with fan blowing cool air over our damp bodies.

She patted me on the back of the shoulders, "Fuck your deep, ohhh, just wait," She caught her breath and held me in place.

Between us our bodies warmed each other. The soft skin of her chest, stomach, arms and legs rubbed against me. With a coo and a murmur we embraced one another feeling each other's bodies. The closeness and warmth of each other was more pleasurable than the sex itself.

But as the loving closeness grew, our bodies demanded its lust be satisfied. Her eyes were narrow and she had her lower lip between her teeth. We looked into one another's eyes, but we didn't turn away. I shifted my weight and her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened. Her thighs squeezed me tight and her insides pulsed on my cock.

"Slow," she whispered.

I did my best to slide in and out of her not wanting to hurt her. She winced with each stroke and soon the winces turned to cooing and huffing.

"Hmmm, okay fuck me with that young cock," she said and wrapped her arms around my neck.

The urge to cum built up and I had to pull out of her. Any movement felt as if it would push me over the edge. My cock twitched with my heart beat, I fought back the desire to cum but a small amount slipped out and dangled from the tip.

Denied of my hard cock moms hips thrust up into the air and she gave me an angry glace. She let out a gasp and pulled my head down into the side of her neck. "OH just fuck me already!" she hissed.

With the urge to cum gone I was happy to oblige. With the bit of cum still hanging on I sat up to admire her body beneath me. Her insides were soaking wet, tight and firm. With a hand on her knee and the other on my cock, I guided my dripping cock back inside.

Her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened wide. The muscles in her stomach grew taught and showed a hint of her abs. Delirious with lust, she looked down at me and grabbed me by the elbows. "Harder!"

The harder I fucked her, the more her breasts swung in circles on her body. Her hair broke free of the bun she had tied and her hips thrust up to meet mine. We were skin on skin and I was fucking her with my bare cock.

Our hips slapped together. "Harder, fuck me with that big hard cock! Gngha I'm so full." Her hands pawed at my back, pulling me down into her with each thrust.

She was known for her figure skating where she was graceful, elegant and posed. But off the ice she was fierce, when she coached the up and coming girls she was loud, fiery and spirited. As she clawed and screamed at me I wondered why I had never heard her and George fuck like this.

As she demanded, I slammed my cock into her. The corner of the bed absorbed the impact and her legs bounced above my ass. Her smooth warm hands roamed up and down my lats squeezing the long tight muscles.

Beneath us the bed creaked and groaned. The old springs compressed under our weight as I slammed down on her. Her eyes rolled back and she huffed with each hit. The sound of the bed and my hips slapping her thighs made me moan out loud. Soon my face felt hot and my moans turned to huffs of breath. My heart raced and I opened my mouth to catch my breath. To her disappointment I took a short pause to give my ass and back a break.

"Don't stop, I'm close!" she dug her nails into the small of my back and I slammed myself down.

Her mouth opened, the outline of her abs tightened and she pulled her body up into mine. With her face into the side of my neck she gasped, "I'm cumming! I'm cum....." The muscles in her neck strained as her head fell back into the pillow. Her ass and back tightened their hold desperate to pull me deeper.

The weight of her body made my arms collapse and we fell into the bed. My ass tightened and I curled up into her driving my cock as deep as it would go. Her body quiver under me and her walls spasmed around the shaft of my cock, pulsing with muscles being flexed and relaxed. I moaned into her neck from the pleasure and physical break.

Mom let out a long low moan then looked me in the eyes. She tightened her grip, gasped for air and fell limp. We laid still for a second, then with a single deep breath she tightened again and bucked her hips into mine.

"Don't stop, fuck me, don't stop, keep fucking me like a bull!" she shouted. She hung onto my neck with one arm and pulled at my ass with her other hand, urging me faster and deeper.

At a slight angle her breasts bounced up and down, her hard nipples caressing my chest. Her thighs and ankles rubbed and spurred at me like a horse. After cumming twice that day I felt as if I could go for hours.

I gave her everything I could, Using my strength I picked her up and flopped her down in the middle of the bed. She was on her side with one leg over my shoulder. Spread open and vulnerable to my cock I guided myself inside. Too eager to plunge in, I missed the hole and slid up and down her unable to find the hole. With the tips of her fingers she stopped my cock and slipped me in.

My cock plunged to a depth we hadn't felt. Both our mouths opened in pleasure and together we let out a moan. Hers louder than mine, she grabbed the bed sheets and twisted them in her hands. I locked her leg against my chest, with each thrust my ass, balls and thighs rubbed over her inner thigh pinned under me.

"Harder, come on fuck me, fuck me harder..." Her mouth opened and her insides tightened around my shaft. She hammered my thigh with her fist then squealed once more. As her orgasm passed she panted and huffed pulling at my hips with her hand.

"Oh my god Sandra, you feel amazing, so smooth and warm," I whispered. I paused for a moment to admire her face and catch my breath.

She smiled to herself and ran her hand over my hard chest muscles. She rolled her hips around signalling me it was time to keep going.

Her ass and breasts shuttered with each thrust of my hips. We filled the room with moans of ecstasy and the sound the old bed made I thought we would break it. Her body stiffened and she tried to pull her legs free. Her face became rigid and she held her breath.

In a giant gasp she fell back onto the bed. Her body was limp as I slid in and out of her, lifeless she had no more energy. She looked up at me and touched my thigh with her hand.

With my own orgasm on the verge I held her down and thrust as deep as I could into her. Her round bouncing breasts mesmerised me with their pointed nipples erect and full. She struggled to lift her hand up to pat me on the arm and pull her leg down.

I let her leg free and slid it down beside me. Still between her legs I laid down over her as she welcomed me into her embrace. Our wet hot skin touched each other. Sweat dripped over my sides and back. Her body radiated heat and felt damp to the touch.

She smiled and whispered "Cum inside, I want it inside" Her lustful gaze travelled down my face to my tensed up chest and shoulders.

Fuck condoms! I imagined my cock shooting white cum deep inside of her, mixing her with juices, covering the walls of her vagina. Exhausted I wanted it to end and like I had imagined, the underside of my cock pulsed and burning pleasure flowed through my cock. The strength in my arms faded and I lowered myself head first. Our foreheads met and I let out a moan of relief. My back bent forward like an arch and my hips thrust forward forcing my cock deep inside.

My cock pumped and tightened deep inside of her, pouring out cum. "I'm cumming." I said. It was short and weak but I had finally cum inside a woman.

"I know, it feels warm." she whispered between breaths.

We rocked together, gliding our legs over each other, caressing and milking the last of my erection. She slid herself out from under me and struggled to stand up. After passing the bedside she fell into the corner of the wall and clung to it with weak legs. As she slid along it towards the bathroom she giggled to herself and looked back over her shoulder at me. I admired her ass, the ass I had just fucked for real this time.

She reappeared with a wet body and a wet small hand towel. Water ran down her chest between her breasts and over her stomach. Leaving the bathroom she flicked the light switch to the bathroom light. In the dim light from the street outside she returned to bed. Using the towel like a sponge she ran it over my chest and shoulders down to my abs and over my crotch.

She hummed to herself with a smile on face as she cleaned and admired my body. Once finished she tossed it to the floor and laid down next to me.

"I'm tired." She said.

Her body was soft and warm. A welcome feeling in the cool air of the air conditioner. As I thought of turning it off I found myself in a deep sleep embracing my naked mother.

Rain pattered on the window and the wind blew trees against the wall out back of the motel. An hour or two had passed and our exposed skin had grown cold. Mom still laid on her side where she had fallen asleep. Her hip raised up high and her waist dipped down. Her curves were beautiful feminine lines. The sight made my cock grow hard and I stroked myself with the intention of waking her with it.

Admiring her I rolled her over onto her back and gently got up above her. With one knee I spread her legs and lowered myself between her. My cum was still dripping from her shaven pussy.

She was such a sound sleeper I could fuck her like this. Instead I wanted to surprise her. I held my cock at her entrance and massaged it with the tip. After several passes between her warm fold, I bit my lip to fight off the urge not to plunge myself inside.

She moaned and stirred and still her eyes remained shut. With one hand I circled the head of my cock inside her entrance as she had done. Her legs kicked out and in confusion her eyes opened to see me above her. At that moment, I plunged myself inside her soaked sloppy hole.

My cum was still inside her and it was not like our first. Instead to my surprise I slid all the way inside of her without resistance. She felt loose, slick and accepted all of my cock in one go.

Her eyes opened wide in shock, then rolled upward and closed. Her head pressed into the pillow and she let out a guttural moan. Her hands pawed at the bed sheets that were tangled and wrapped around her hands and legs.

With one knee on my waist I pulled her into me tight. I looked down between us to watch our stomachs tighten, then started fucking her faster. Her soaked pussy sloshed as my cock slid in and out of her.

"Again?" She huffed.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to admire my cock and her body.

"Mmmm I love this young cock of mine." she whispered.

Awake now she pulled me in tighter making our hips slap together.

We bounced on the mattress thumping the wall. The old bed groaned and creaked as I fucked her. I felt as if I could go on forever without cumming. Her nails playfully scraped across my arms and back.

In my mind I was making up for lost years for the both of us. My upper body ached and my legs burned from the strain. Through the pain and the pleasure I let a moan out so deep and loud it made her squeal with me.

Her legs clamped down and held me deep inside, as if comforting me she caressed my back, following the muscles of my spine. Sweat dripped from my forehead and my heart felt like it would beat from my chest.

Her hair was a mess, frayed and scattered across her flush face. The tips were damp with sweat but she gave me a smile and pulled my face to hers and slid her tongue inside. My cock and tongue rolled inside of her at both ends.

"From behind." she said and pushed me up.

Her body quivered as she knelt in front of me. She reached down between her legs and pulled me forward.

Her round firm ass poked up, and the curve of her spine glistened with sweat lit by the street lights outside. At the same time we looked to the open window and paused. But throwing caution to the wind she rolled her ass around my cock and lunged back into me. I tried to fuck her hard but slipped out several times before she looked back at me.

"Just relax." She guided me back inside. She pressed herself backwards and gyrated her ass into my crotch once more.

Her ass and waist rotated in a circle swirling my cock around inside of her. The hilt of my shaft stretched against her lips. If it were not for the earlier orgasms I never would have lasted this long.

Her movements were tired and her body glistened with sweat that made long strands of hair cling to her back and shoulders. Inside I felt her walls tighten on my shaft, her back muscles tightened and her ass and hips twitched. She clenched the bed sheet then relaxed.

My hands roamed over her ass, feeling her hips and her quivering muscles. She let out a deep breath and looked back at me with a smile. I gave her one last deep thrust and her eyes rolled up.

With a moan she rose up and lifted her arms up to allow me to explore her body. I cupped her breasts, twisting and massaging her flesh. Her back pressed into my chest sticking our skin to each other.

With a hand on both sides of her hips I laid backwards letting her sit on my cock in a reverse cowgirl. Eager to ride me she ground her hips into my cock. Her hair clung to her back as she leaned forward and rested on my knees.

"Fuck... its deep!" she hissed, she inhaled through her teeth and moaned. "Oh fuck me!"

I held the muscles at the side of her ass as I admired her back and spine. Her bare skin felt warm to the touch now and her body flexed and relaxed as she thrust herself on my cock.

But it wasn't me who was doing the fucking. Her body pumped forward, grinding my cock deep inside of her. Her body grew rigid and stiff as her muscles tightened for a few seconds. Exhausted, she slumped forward and looked back at me. She panted through her mouth and her forehead dripped with sweat.

"I can't, I can't anymore." She rolled off onto her back.

My own orgasm was close. It had taken a lot but now it emerged just as she tired. With my cock dripping with our fluids and bouncing between my legs I positioned myself between her.

She looked over me and stared at the cock positioned between her legs. Her exhausted eyes rolled up admiring my glistening body until she looked me in the eyes. Together we struggled to catch our breath. In a drawn out tone she said "More?"

Out of breath and low on energy I didn't respond. The clock above our heads blinked four eighteen, I didn't know if we had been at it for hours or minutes. The wild passion we had earlier had left us, now it was a marathon of sex to squeeze out the last hours together.

My cock slid inside her waiting hole and I laid on top of her limp body. She clung to me with weak arms, her legs flailed at my sides and she grunted with thrusts. My orgasm was elusive and I focused all efforts on the feeling of my cock inside of her. Then as if comforting me, her hand stroked my hair until the warm pleasure surged through my cock in a weak orgasm, maybe it was difficult to tell if I actually came or not.

Neither of us remembered falling asleep, but when we both woke the power was off again. I fucked her a third time. But both of us were mentally and physically exhausted. I felt her insides pulse once and she grit her teeth. As for myself I couldn't cum anymore and only enjoyed the closeness we shared. My cock was still hard when I slipped from her and fell asleep.

"Come on lover boy, wake up." mom said. She laid on her side and stared at my face. Her hand played with my semi hard cock. "Its past ten, we better see if we stay another night or if there's another way home."

The lights had returned and the faint sound of a hum or buzz sounded in the background.

Large dark circles underlined her eyes and her hair was a scattered mess. She used the washroom and before turning the shower on opened the door. With a twisted stomach I snuck inside and joined her in the shower.

She said nothing just moved aside to make room as she soaped her body. The sight of her wet body streaming with beads of water and soap made my cock harden. Without pause she took it, lifted her leg up and pulled me closer.

As willing as our minds were, our bodies couldn't respond. Joined as lovers we leaned on each other letting the water pour down on top of us. She nodded her head and wiped the water from her face.

"It's okay, we made the most of our time." She laughed and wiped her face again.

If it were tears I couldn't tell, her face and her voice cracked as if it was. She stepped out from the shower leaving me alone with my semi hard erection. The cold porcelain wall chilled my back but my body couldn't move. Not that it hurt, I just happened to be numb, mentally and physically.

By the time I left the shower mom had the small coffee maker on the go, which both of us powered through. It seemed that no matter what we did we couldn't recover our energy. But we were light hearted and flirty with one another. We had fun packing, cleaning and the curtains were open to reveal a light drizzle.

We wore our previous days clothes, dried over the air conditioner fan. In a way they did get washed by our day at the amusement park.

"Shit I forgot my charger somewhere, I'm going to check the SUV and see if there's a restaurant somewhere on this side of town." mom said.
"I'll join you, I think we need more coffee." I rustled the empty coffee wrappers and headed for the door.

She grabbed the keys and threw on a pair of sunglasses. "Do you hear that? Or is it just me?"

I listened to the quietness of the room as both of us stood still. "Yeah a humming sound, no there's a tune to it." I said.

Mom looked around the room with her hand on the door knob and rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, I think that's the bonanza theme song, your grandma and grandpa always watched it, they used to think I would enjoy it. Must be one of the bird watchers."

"Ha, if that's the case they got more of a show than birds last night," I said.

"Yeah and that's your fault, I was content with sleeping... both times." she said.

Mom brushed back her hair and proudly exited the room, flying high on last night's pleasure. I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her out the door. Outside the parking lot was empty except for our white SUV and a reddish brown sedan from the 80's parked on the corner of the office.

"I guess they're all early risers?" I said.

"Just like your grandfather." Mom said.

Casually I glanced up at the number 16 on the door as we passed, the sound where the TV was left on. The next door was the office where we were greeted by Grace, whose name mom found out was Mrs Miller, Grace and Charlie Miller. Their names were posted on the local town newspapers hung on the walls. Frequent bird watchers and even their local officer was part of the club by the looks of it.

Mrs Miller gave us a smile that faded. "Have you come to check out?" she said.

Mom gave me a sideways glance, then turned her attention back to Mrs Miller. "Ah no, we'll unless the bridge is open?"

Mrs Miller pulled her necklace out from her blouse and knitted sweater, a small silver cross, she leaned back and called out to her husband, through an open door at the side. "Charlie, what did sheriff Chris say about the bridge this morning?"

My face flushed and my stomach turned upside down staring at the door in the side of the office. The TV could be heard, turned down low, the sound of horses and cattle running across the ground played in the background.

Charlie emerged with a remote in his hand, "Oh he said no way, it'll be days..." Charlie looked both me and my mother in the face and cleared his throat. "Yeah, a couple days for an engineer to come up." Charlie nodded his head and returned to his TV program in the next room.

"Um... yes we'll be checking out, is there anything we need to sign?" mom said.

"No, just drop the keys in the box out front." Mrs Miller took a deep breath, "There's a late check out fee and a cleaning charge."

"Ah, we didn't make a mess of..." mom looked into Mrs Miller's glare and nodded her head. "Okay, will cash be good? I have two hundred on me," Without waiting for a response mom left the money on the desk.

Mom turned on her heels and ushered me outside. She covered her face as she passed the window of room 16. The sound of the TV could be heard through the thin window.

"We're the only ones who's fucking here." Mom's hand quivered as she dug into her pocket, "Get the car, I'll grab our bags."

My heart pounded, a part of me expected the police to be rolling in with Sheriff Chris in the lead. The sound of the SUV starting made me wince and slowly I pulled away, like I was sneaking out of sight. Mrs Miller looked up at me, her mouth moved but I couldn't understand what she said.

The last I saw of her was her shoulders and back shivering as she walked into the room next to ours. Mom didn't bother to zip up the luggage. Instead, she hastily flopped it down on the seat in the back and jumped in the passenger seat.

She buried her face in her hands and moaned, "Oh my god, we're the only ones here. Just go, go out the way we came in."

Broken twigs and leaves covered the roads, nothing major but enough the street had green leaves and broken branches scattered about. Mom stared out the side window and giggled to herself. She reached into her pocket and threw the motel key on the dash. "I stole their key. Ugh I don't want to go back. Maybe I can mail it to them, remind her about the mother and son couple that stayed there once."

"That's not funny." I said. I checked the rear view mirror in case a cop car pulled in behind us.

She smiled at me, "Hey, relax, if someone asks, you were watching porn in the bathroom while I was fast asleep."

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head.

Mom flopped back in her seat and searched the console for her cell.

"So where am I supposed to go? Back to the city?" I said.

She bit her lip and looked out the window. She gave me a devious smile and squeezed my arm, "We are on a road trip... lets go, north."

Eric and Sandra will continue... but with a new adventure.

A Hotel Error Pt. 03

Eric plans a surprise gangbang for his hot mother.

Places and names are purely coincidental. No minors under 18 engage in sexual activities in this story. With that out of the way here we go...

Chapter 1 PANDORA'S BOX.

Once again, that hint of Spanish blood showed through in my mother despite being mostly German and French as a firm round ass. The red lace lingerie clung to her wide hips and narrow waist as she posed in Sally's latest catalogue, teasing the viewers of few parts that were hidden beneath.

At her request, she had the top half of her face hidden by the fold of a page, a clipping of another photo or cut from the camera angle. Along with her were the owners of the lingerie and swim line Sally and her daughter Ellaine.

While I stared at mom's body on the page, I admired Sally's body too. An attractive mother of two with a fitness model's body. If it wasn't for knowing her as Concernedmother045 I never would have known she was also fucking her son. Just like the thousands of other viewers who looked at the three beautiful women showing off lingerie and swimwear.

But unlike Sally and her son, my mother and I returned home from our bonding road trip, where we agreed we had our fun and life should return to normal. The obvious reasons being my half siblings and her marriage with George. But true to Sally's advice, our core relationship pulled us through and we were stronger because of it.

We had a confusing situation, we cheated on George, but I was her son. I was our home wrecker or was mom? It was probably me. None of it made much sense to either of us. On top of it, George wasn't fucking her so make of it you will. It was just something we felt would be best if it was left in the city and never happened again.

To help mom I started working at her gym and supplement store. We would spend all day together and returned to the same home. We had our disagreements, but we always worked it out after a short time, unlike years before.

She and George seemed to drift further apart. It didn't help George was pinching pennies wherever he could and mom's gym, which was dying a slow death, was an obvious place to start. George saw it as the best place to make the largest savings, or a way to increase the households earning power with a job.

She didn't disagree with him. Selling the store and getting a job seemed the logical choice. Jerry was George's boss for 20 years and owner of the local pharmacy. He offered to buy her inventory and store, but when he offered a job at his son's new gym as an instructor, mom lost it.

She and George didn't speak for a week and mom became more determined. Putting up sales, offering memberships deals, posting daily on social media, even hosting her own workout classes. In the end, mom's past fame couldn't compete with the large box store across town or the workout facility and sporting store next to it. It was a large amount of effort for a small gain.

But it wasn't just mom's store, it was all of downtown. A lot of the old store owners were on the town council, but as they sold their businesses, they didn't care what happened and allowed Jerry in with his big box store, killing off the same people they sold their shops to.

Mom's determination faltered when Beth told her she was closing her doors. Every reason Beth had for shutting down was true for mom's store as well. Only mom had a mortgage and not a lease.

The thing about our core relationship was it had already turned sexual once. In that dark moment with no direction, we lost ourselves. In the storage room, in the middle of the afternoon while no one was in the store.

Maybe it would have been the last time, just as we had promised four months earlier. But we had accidentally made a sex tape on mom's security system. It would exist for only 48 hours then vanish, wiped out by a mundane recording of the store.

Which was a shame. The way she moved and twisted on top of me would have made an amazing porn video. To see the way her muscles flexed and her hourglass figure gyrated, it was more erotic than actually fucking her. Even her light brunette hair bouncing in the small of her back made me hard as I watched the recording.

The years of figure skating grace and exotic dance made for a show many people would pay to see. Only they wouldn't know it was her son she was fucking.

After she showed me her discovery, we laughed about it. But within 48 hours we had a second one, ensuring a sex tape existed for a few more days, this time in the office. We had opened Pandora's Box and our promise of abstinence wasn't just broken, we outright trampled it into the ground.

By the following Monday, things had changed because of it. As if a burden had been removed from our household. With mom's smile back, it was like our whole lives were back to normal. Penny and David were preparing for their day in class, plus Penny was stressing over prom. George did his best to ignore everything and read his fly-fishing magazine at the breakfast table.

Mom wore a short light blue satin robe that morning. Her belt was tight around her waist and showed her hourglass figure. She hummed and smiled to herself as she prepared breakfast. I watched David to see if he would react. Either he didn't or he was stealing glances of her bare legs.

Penny didn't look up from her phone long enough to notice the difference but mom's good mood was contagious. By the time she ushered the others out the door they headed off to school and work on a Monday with a smile.

Before Penny and David could reach the sidewalk, mom turned and gave me a smile. "Hey, did you give that website any more thought? Because I couldn't help myself and made a model account. You only need a single video with ten thousand views to start earning ad revenue"

I set my coffee cup down on the table and looked into her eyes. "You made an account at a porn site?"

She set a stack of dirty dishes down and smoothened out a dish towel on the island. Her cheeks turned a shade redder and a grin spread across her face, "Um actually, I already sort of posted a video."

My stomach turned and I blurted out in a loud whisper, "Of us?"

"No!" she shook her head. "No, I changed my mind about the security camera. Instead, I used my phone, kept my face out of the shot and used one of Beth's toys." She laughed, "I have thirty-eight fans with 8,000 views already. Now I'm curious how much a person can earn with this."

I stared at her in an attempt to tell if she was joking or being honest about her entering the world of porn. I too wanted to show off a bit, again to catch up on what I thought was lost time, but to do it with my own mother?

"What?" she laughed. She walked over to the table and sat on the edge with one cheek. Her toned thigh broke through her robes and exposed her bare skin to the very edge of her pantie line. "It's easy to do. In an hour I had my own video. I filmed myself with just my cell phone, did some editing and posted it. We can film it, edit our faces or wear ballroom masks. No one would know just like now. I'd just be a milf getting fucked by her young stud."

"You're really serious about making these?"

Mom let out a laugh and shook her head, "Well we're already fucking and George..." she shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms, "I don't know, it seems exciting something new for a change. It'll be like when we had our first breakfast after your first blowjob and when we were racing away from that little hotel." She covered her face with both hands and laughed.

Her eyes turned lusty and she touched the back of my hand. "Plus, you once said maybe you could do porn. Remember someone once told you, you have a giant hard cock?" she smirked.

I smirked to myself and thought of the video and her idea. It was different watching her. Part of me even wanted to show off the woman I was fucking, plus my own hard earned body. Maybe it was the cunt tease in me, which I seemed to get from mom. Or the three days of no sex surrounded by a sexual mother and half-sister I couldn't take my eyes off of lately. Either way, I wanted to blurt out "Yes!" but held back.

"Do you want some practice before we go to work?" Mom motioned to the hallway with her eyebrows and a grin.

My cock was hard thinking about her all morning. In fact it had been hard just watching her move and get the others out the door. I nodded my head and she grabbed my hand like a schoolgirl and led me to her room.

Her room was the master bedroom, with a queen bed and a big fluffy pale blue comforter. She had an on suite bath with a small walk-in closet. It would be the first time we could fuck in private with a bed since the hotel. She was giddy and giggly as she led me to the side of the bed.

My stomach turned and my nerves were as bad as if I was going to fuck her for the first time again.

She grabbed her phone, pulled up the camera and set it on the end table facing the bed.

"Now? You mean that kind of practice" I said.

She gave me a huge smile and nodded her head, "yeah," she shook her hands, "nervous?"

"I think so," I said.

"Me too, but I think it's just the excitement," she chuckled and tried to untie her robes with shaky fingers. She let the knot go and pulled me in for a hug, running her hands up my back. Our bodies pressed into each other. Her firm, wide hips rubbed my erection and she ground her pelvis into mine.

We caressed and held each other for a few seconds before she kissed my neck and collarbones. "We can test the waters with a short one. Now get ready to fuck me hard, it's our debut."

The initial nervousness had gone after she rubbed her body on me, replaced with lust. I gave her an approving moan as her torso swayed and slithered side to side. With each pass, her hips rubbed on my cock. "Hmmm fuck me with your nice big cock." with one hand she pushed me back and untied her belt.

Mom nibbled her lower lip as she rolled her shoulders back and let the robes slip from her shoulders. Before it fell off her hanging arms, she caught it and threw the robes to the corner of the bed. She had a flesh coloured pair of lace lingerie. The low cut waist showed her hip bones and hugged the contours of her round, shapely ass.

Her stomach had the faint outline of abs, with an hourglass shaped outline at the sides. A pleasant improvement from all the extra classes she hosted. I pulled my shirt over my head and flexed my torso to show off my abs and chest. If people were going to see it, I figured I might as well make the most of our first video. The sight of my body made her smile and she licked her lips.

Mom crawled onto the bed with her ass in the air and waited for me. She watched over her shoulder while I lowered my cargo shorts over my waist, revealing my erection for her and the camera. She gave me a devilish little smile and wiggled her ass for me. Camera or not, I was going to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her harder than in the hotel that night.

The camera showed my chest and abs with my erect penis behind her. The way she knelt on the bed, her breasts hung down and showed her cleavage. What it did not show was the amazing waist and wide hips with a defined spinal ridge along her long, beautiful back.

The desires of my cock made me forget the camera and thousands of potential viewers. I became lost in the beauty of the goddess I was about to please. I wasted no time and jerked her lace panties down to her knees. With a gasp, she threw her head back as I buried my face in her ass and ran my tongue over her slit.

Her pussy lips were soaked from her lust and needed no help. The idea of fucking on camera had her so hot I didn't need to do much more than fuck her. I stood up and guided my cock into her.

With her face down in a doggy position, my full length slid inside. Expecting some resistance, I was caught off guard when I sunk in all the way and had to support myself on her hips and back. My hips slapped into her firm ass and made a loud slap sound.

She let out a squeal of pleasure and I couldn't help but release a howl of pleasure as her warm wet insides flexed over my whole shaft. In the camera I could see her mouth open wide and she gripped the comforter. We paused and she let out a devious little laugh as she caught her breath.

"Wow," she said.

Overcome with pleasure, my body pulled away from her to rub its cock on the pleasurable thing it had found. Eager myself, I gave it what it wanted and plunged myself back into the silky hole.

Mom's mouth fell open and her breasts swung up in an arch. The tight muscles around her wide hips and ass shuddered from the impact and her breath was taken away. I didn't want her to recover, I wanted her to beg for a break.

With both hands on her shoulders, I pulled her into my waist hard. Her long hair draped over her right shoulder and strands of wild hair covered her face. In the camera's view, each hit made her breasts and hair swing wildly.

In to it now, I wanted the entire world to see how I fucked. How I could service a mature, beautiful woman like her. My hands slid down her back to the clasp of her bra and tore it free. The small metal clips pulled apart and she looked back at me with a half furious, lusty glare.

With one hand on the side of her hipbone and the other on her shoulder, I slammed my cock into her. She let out a moan and reached back to grab my hand on her hip. Using the force of my thrust, I pulled her up by the shoulder to give the viewers a full view of her stomach, breasts and thighs.

Her broken bra fell from her body and the straps caught on her wrist and elbow. Her large globes of soft flesh hung like fruit free of its restraints. She threw the bra to the side of the bed and tried to fall forward on all fours.

But I wouldn't let her. I held her in place as I rolled my hips up into the underside of her ass. Her stomach tightened and her ass rippled out to the sides with each thrust. It was like a game of how much I could distort her body and make her moan for the camera.

Her light brown hair covered her face and chest in a mess of wild strands. She tried to keep them out of her face, but with the constant assault, all she could do was hang on and breathe between strokes.

Her grip tightened on my hand and she let out a high pitch squeal. The muscles in her back flexed and her stomach sucked in. Then she slumped forward with all her weight. Before she landed face first on the bed she caught herself with quivering arms.

I sunk myself deep inside of her and took my first break.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped and twisted her hands in the comforter.

Sweat dripped down my chest and landed on the back of her ass. We huffed in unison while I gathered up her hair in one hand to give the camera a full view of her low hanging breasts.

The walls of her vagina pulsed around my cock and my hips twitched up to grind my cock deeper inside.

"Wow," she laughed and let out a deep breath.

But I wasn't done with her. I pulled her hair back like the reins of a horse and held her hips in place with my left hand. Steering her body, I lowered her towards the bed just enough to make her long nipples touch the fluffy, cool comforter.

Her eyes closed tight and she let out a long moan as her nipples grazed the fabric. With the sound of pleasure, I was off to fuck her again. I watched the camera carefully, guiding her with each thrust to swing her nipples just over the tops of the comforter.

It was a precision fucking, not our previous marathon wild fucking. This time, I could feel the insides of her body tighten and twitch with each stroke. Her silky insides milking me to my orgasm. She tingled inside and gripped the comforter with both hands. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Then in a big gasp of air, she took a deep breath and continued moaning.

The sight of her body from all angles and the feeling of her pulsing inside was too much. In a final stroke I let out a loud moan and pulled her tight into my cock. She swallowed hard and arched her back so her body could accept my sperm. But she was weak and without my grip on her shoulders, fell away from me.

My knees hit the edge of the mattress, preventing me from following her. Before she pulled me out, I swung one leg over the top and laid down on her. The added weight broke her strength and she collapsed facedown into the bed.

Like a victorious beast, I arched my back and lifted my chin high, driving my cock as deep into her as I could. The warm pleasure of my cum left my tight testicles in a wave and flowed through my cock. I let out a moan into the ceiling that echoed down the hall.

Mom moaned into the comforter and twisted her hands up into a tight ball. I knew I had a full load of sperm for her. I imagined the surge of white cum entering her, filling her insides with thick white cum. My body tightened a second time. I looked down to admire her shoulder blades and my own cock disappearing between her round beautiful buttocks.

My abs and torso tightened to curl my hips up into her, my pelvic bone crushed her ass muscles out around the edges, desperate to drive deeper. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't. Not that it would matter, as the tip of my cock already touched the end of her.

I moaned for her as my hips quivered, letting her know her body gave me carnal pleasure in return. My testicles tightened and relaxed, pumping the last of my cum into her. The final few strokes were by instinct alone, the body's built-in program to ensure all sperm was deposited into the bred female.

Exhausted, I rolled over and flopped down on my back beside her. My soaked cock grew limp and slumped over the side of my hip. She lifted her head and propped herself up on one elbow.

She took several deep breaths in and laughed, "What was that?"

I gave her a smile and put my hand on her wet hot thigh.

"Mom!" Penny yelled and slammed the front door.

Mom's face dropped and we bolted off the bed, she grabbed her panties around her knees and pulled them up. She nearly stumbled when her feet hit the floor, but the surge of adrenaline kept her standing.

"I was halfway to school when I realized I didn't have my gym bag. Do you know where it is? I've got practice right after school today." She called out.

Mom threw her robes over her shoulders and covered herself up without her belt. I held my breath and grabbed my clothes off her floor.

Mom fixed her hair over one messy shoulder and rushed out the door. "Penny hi! I left it by the back door next to the dryer. Yes, right there, that one."

"Are you okay? You're out of breath?" Penny said.

My stomach turned inside out and I scrambled to pull my shorts and shirt back on.

"Yeah, just been running up and down the stairs. I'm late getting in the shower." mom said and closed the door.

"I thought you already showered? Okay, I found it. Thanks mom." Penny said.

"No, that must have been your father or Eric, okay you got it? See you when I get home tonight." Mom said.

The front door slammed shut and mom crept back inside. She covered her chest and laughed, "We have to be way more careful than that next time."

She still wants a next time? I thought to myself. I probably should have said what I thought out loud, but I was afraid of losing what we had and just nodded my head.

Mom brushed back her hair and walked over to her phone. Her robes opened, revealing a glistening body, erect nipples and cum running down her thighs for the camera. She grabbed her phone and shut the recording off.

She held the phone in front of her chest. I sat on the bed, still naked and admired her body through the opening that showed her stomach and navel with her inside thighs. Her sheer robes hid her full breasts, but the two erect nipples showed through.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, it can be just ours." she said.

Like hell, I put my soul into that performance. Not only did I want her to see it on her site, but I imagined Nikki seeing it and fantasising over some anonymous cock she could have had, Beth too, and Karen from Mom's gym members. Then a nagging thought entered my mind, 'You're making porn with your mother... your mother.'
I tried not to dwell on the final thought and blurted out, "we're just playing the game. I'm okay if we do this, it's kind of like the open windows at the hotels."

Mom gave me a dirty grin. "That turned you on too?"

CHAPTER 2, BOILING A FROG

They say a frog placed in water and heated to a boil will adjust, remaining in the water until it's too late. True or not, when it comes to humans, we often mentally sit in a pot of boiling water. But unlike that frog who in reality jumps out, we don't and instead we rationalize the rising temperature. We convince ourselves it's okay, especially when it's fun, even a little naughty.

Our first video "Fucking My Stud After my Family Leaves" didnt just get a few thousand views it sky rocketed over half a million. Along with it, mom's enthusiasm for her new hobby, a second income stream and my education into digital online marketing.

To my horror, mom left in the end as we scrambled to get dressed after Penny announced herself. But mom may be a marketing genius, the fans believed she was a real mother, fucking a young stud because of it. Until I watched it, I hadn't noticed she wore her thick wedding band throughout the video. Which only added more realism to it for both the fans and myself.

The comments below were filled with, "I need a stud like that.", "HOT!!", "More", "Do you fuck fans?" But it wasn't just the comments that hooked us. In fifteen minutes and a few hours of editing, she earned enough to pay the store's utility bills for the month.

The following month she had lights, an entry level camera and a tripod. Our videos improved, which brought in more fans, which brought in more money, which improved editing and filming gear. Mom also bought exotic ballroom masks, which removed the need to blur out our faces and allowed the fans to see our facial expressions. Immediately we saw a jump in numbers.

Not only did we earn a surge of money on new videos, but older ones kept generating views which kept growing larger and larger as our numbers went up.

It was simple to tape ourselves fucking at first, but the more fans we attracted, the better quality they demanded. Mom was natural at it. She could pause and change camera positions, then keep fucking as if nothing happened. A slight annoyance to me, but it was beginning to be just business and the idea of her being my mother was washed away.

After a while coming up with titles and descriptions becomes the hard part, there's a real art to picking what thumbnail works best. But really with mom's body, all we had to do was make sure it showed her off fucking and people would click on it.

My own personal channel proved much more difficult, a spin off so to speak. It paled in comparison to moms and I had way more trolls than hers. But they just drove me to work out harder and invest in even more supplements.

Which had added benefits and some disadvantages, such as hot flashes, a $200 monthly bill in supplements and fucked up dreams. I once dreamt I fucked my best friend's shoulder blades and cam on his neck hair. But my muscles were larger, my cock turned rock hard in a moment's notice and I fucked like a crazed bull. Which actually benefited mom more than me. As a result, our videos stopped getting camera changes for a while.

Mom laid on her back in the small twin bed we had set up at the back of the store. Her legs were up around my shoulders and I held onto her thighs. We looked each other in the eyes, our faces hidden to even each other. She could have been any other woman other than my mother which helped us forget our true relation to each other.

She wore a black mask with large black feathers at the side. Fake diamonds surrounded her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at me through the eyeholes. I wore my favourite mask, a silver expressionless roman mask with the bottom half removed and enlarged eyes. It was me who 3D sculpted it and printed it on a 3D printer I bought, mostly from paranoia of wanting an untraceable mask.

The cords in the side of her neck strained and she pressed her head back into the pillow. "Oh Fuck! Stop, you're too deep!" Her nails dug into my forearms and chest.

But I couldn't stop, my testicles tightened and my orgasm came on. I held her tight and flexed my muscles for the camera. She winced and gasped for air. I could see the panic in her eyes as she tried to inhale. She slapped my chest and grabbed a handful of my pec.

The pain of her nails and my orgasm made me moan like an animal and squeeze her legs tight into my torso.

With a burst of air she let out a moan and cried out, "Oh god!" she caught her breath as my cum poured into her quivering vagina.

With all my cum emptied into her I let her legs go and she wrapped them around my waist. Physically exhausted from my performance, I let myself fall onto her and rested my forehead on hers. We panted in tandem, inhaling one another's hot breath.

She held onto me as I rested my weight over her, crushing our sweaty bodies together. "Happy birthday," I said.

She laughed and rubbed the muscles in my back with her hands. Against the rules of Purple's manual Sally had sent us she smiled and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue lashed out and slid inside to touch the tip of mine.

We hadn't kissed for months after reading the small red manual with no ISBN number, a deceptive title and small golden dove in the bottom left corner. Inside it was filled with poorly written pages detailing the amateur art of a community art gallery from a town no one heard of which was spelt wrong on the title.

"Community Art of Sprigland" was a cryptic rule book for people like us. Sally said it was written by another woman she knew who went by the name of Purple. It was her who had inspired her to make her own blog.

The manual made the owners feel like they belonged to a secret club, when flipped like a flip book the art pieces spelt M-O-T-H-E-R-S and T-A-B-O-O. It was Purples' hope that if anyone should spot a book and say 'Mother's taboo', they would be connected through an unspoken bond.

"You're a week too early. It's next week." She said.

I knew that, but she didn't know I knew that. In fact, I had a surprise for her and the fans. "Shit, I thought it was today." I said.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, "You're lucky we're not married, then I'd really be pissed." Lost in thought, she traced the veins in my forearm with her fingertips. Massaging and moving the veins side to side.

We stayed connected for as long as my cock stayed hard. When it became limp, I stood up from the bed and helped mom to her feet. With the removal of our masks, we returned to being mother and son. It was a tip we sent on for Sally, who said she too tried it with great success. The tip even made it into her blog and forum. It even earned mom a personal first name only introduction from Mrs Purple, Lisa.

"Okay, we better clean up and get the gym opened up. We ran a bit longer than I planned for." she looked down at my cock and smiled. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a tug and stroke. "Mmm wish we could just do a road trip again."

"You should look into other courses you need driving too," I said and gave her a wink. She smiled back at me and walked away.

I wiped my cock with a wet towel and watched her ass and waist sway side to side as she walked off into the showers naked. Recently, the gym had become more of a porn studio than a gym. Memberships were down, along with sales. To George's disbelief, mom's revenue kept steady. It was almost like he was rooting for it to fail.

But it wasn't just holding, mom actually had to launder the profits of our videos, not from the government but his watchful eye. Buying our supplements in cash at full retail, surprise freebies for customers which we paid for later out of the cash.

She also hired me as full time, but I spent half my day working out. She said it was an investment. Mom also billed out a lot of imaginary private clients for personal training. She was paying taxes twice to commit some weird twisted fraud that benefited the government just to ward off Georges nagging.

As the supplements sold, swimwear and lingerie made by a brand called "Sally's Swim and Lingerie" filled the racks. George didn't pay much attention to the catalogue, with Sally posing in lingerie and swimsuits when mom showed it to him, but it vanished shortly after David came home from school.

Sally was amazing, built like a fitness model who had a narrow waist and thick full thighs. She had no shame in modelling her own products alongside her daughter Ellaine. From time to time I wondered to myself if she was also fucking her brother. She even inquired if mom would be interested in a modelling job herself.

Before the first customer came in, Mom had already finished editing the video and stared at the screen.

Mom bit her lower lip and tapped the keyboard with her nails. We stared at the blinking cursor and I said. "Just name it. Stud fucks his birthday milf."

Mom sucked her lower lip in further and typed, "40 year old mother gets a birthday fuck from her stepson."

Before I could protest, she hit enter. The page turned black and flashed video uploading. My stomach sank and my lips parted. "What are you doing?"

"No one will know. You've been a delivery boy, a student, a tinder date, a peeping tom. The funny thing is we're sort of telling the truth this time and no one will believe us." she laughed.

I stared at the thumbnail of her kneeling on the bed, her abs flexed with her arms held back by me. Her breasts dangled in front of her in full view of the camera. Like a teaser, half her face was exposed, just enough to show her open mouth as I first entered her. Above it "40 year old mother gets a birthday fuck from her stepson." She was right. It was like we were confessing and no one would believe it.

"I've been thinking. I think it's time we change up the channel, do more roleplaying, try different locations or even do a hotel road trip like you said? It just seems like we need something different after making almost sixty videos, and most of them are filmed here." She said.

"The Fans loved the DP video. But they got a little upset it was just a silicone dummy on the bottom." I said.

She looked at the closed door behind me to the small storage room. "Yeah, views dropped off once the "second" guy showed up. Oh well, paid for the doll. And you got another first." She covered her mouth and shook her head. "But you are not going back there again. I thought I was going to split."

My cheeks grew red but secretly my pride swelled up inside. "So what other changes can we do? That's not the location. Fans have been asking for an extra to join in." I said.

Mom bit her lower lip and studied my face then the screen. "An extra as in Beth?"

I looked at mom, "Well I wouldn't complain, but how would we invite her into this? Hey Beth, Eric and I were thinking we could make promo videos for your toys like Sally and Ellaine do with their lingerie." I joked.

Mom gave me a smirk, "no nothing like that. Use your little channel and inquire later that you could use a first female male couple video. Plus, you'll get a boost your numbers."

"Ah, well there's also the other way too and we find a not silicone second for you." I said. My stomach felt like a lump and I held my breath after saying it.

We had done more than a few double penetrations and our entire channel was pretending to be with other people than ourselves. When she donned her mask she was Alexia and I was any number of other men but Eric. But on screen, I never had a name. I was a faceless individual who showed up to fuck the married and bored house wife Alexia.

Mom's smile vanished and she looked over my chest and stomach. Her lips parted and she bit the inside of her lip. Lost for a moment, her eyes stared through me.

Had I made a judgement error? The longer she remained silent, the tighter the knot grew in my stomach until words fell out of my mouth, "Or we could film you at amateur strip clubs, do a tour or whatever they do."

Mom covered her face and laughed, she flopped back in her office chair. "Become a travelling stripper fucking fans on the side, to supplement my failing gym. George would love that." She gave me a grin and lifted her foot up to my crotch, "mmmmm I guess there would be a lot of hotel time with my cameraman." She smiled and let her foot down as my cock hardened in my pants.

Her eyes stared through my stomach once more as her toes caressed the top of my foot and shin. She sighed and said, "Maybe it would be too much of a risk, unless we spotted another couple with the red book, because Lisa and Sally said there are others. We just haven't met anyone yet."

"I suppose that's an option. Do as she said and leave the book out on display." I said.

Mom tapped her index nail on her front teeth and looked up at me, "Do you think Beth knows? Because Sally spoke with her on stocking swimwear before she closed her gym. You still play games with Reg, did he ever...?" she shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head to the side.

I chuckled, "Given the chance, I think Reg would fuck anything. I guess he gets to try all kinds of male masturbators for research that his mom and another woman is designing. Her name is Brianna over in Northview Peaks, definitely has a crush on her. Probably like the crush he has on you. You know he asks about you from time to time."

Mom blushed at the mention of another young guy crushing on her. "Beth mentioned her, The Secret Drawer. Kind of made me question officially going erotic adult store for this location, George would flip though." Mom said. She huffed and nibbled on the top of her finger. Her eyes drifted off the screen that displayed our fans and recent videos. "Okay we'll give it thought, I kind of like your stripper idea. Maybe I should hold a class here, get someone in from out of town, quiz them a little bit."

CHAPTER 3, CHANGE

Change can make the mundane exciting. Like everything that grows older, the mundane becomes the norm. Eventually, the norm turns into a single day stretched over decades. The past month was anything but mundane, but not for the reasons I had fantasized about.

Making porn with a family member was a bit like selling drugs. It starts out small and you can spend the cash easily on small items, things you wouldn't normally buy with your tight budget. But if you catch a few breaks, you have to get inventive on how to spend it or where to hide it.

Mom created a small company, Alexia's erotic studio and paid me out as a contractor for production and film editing. That way if anyone came around we just had a creepy business relation, not an actual incest acting position. It wasn't millions of dollars but mom had to hide the sudden influx of $40k without admitting it came from ad revenue on a porn site. Which George might want to see.

When our mundane exterior view of family life changed, it wasn't even me and mom's secret but Georges' secret that did it.

Mom slammed her hands down on the kitchen counter, "You bought what!"

George ran his hands through his hair and stammered, "It was a sure deal, Benjamin said it would protect us from inflation and all our savings would be safe. So I moved our money into bitcoin,"

"How much?" mom growled.

"Ben kept saying buy the dip it's going bounce back even stronger and you'll miss it again like 2019. We did everything right, but then another dip happened and another and it wouldn't stop. But he said it's going to come up, we'll get the kids college money back and it'll be all good again. We just need time." George said.

"Do I have enough to get upgrading this year in college?" Penny kicked at the wood flooring with her toes and folded her slender arms over her chest.

Penny wore her old school sweat pants, dark blue pants with our white school initials across the ass. Nikki used to protest them being on the ass, she thought it was immoral to have them draw the attention to a woman's ass. But my sister could wear it better than she did. Her slender build and small white t-shirt made her ass look larger with the initials on it.

The German side of her showed through much more on her than mom, with a sharp nose, hazel eyes and blond hair. Her skin was lighter than moms but she had the same large eyes and chiselled chin.

George let out a sigh, "I had to keep buying, when it bounces back and goes up like Ben says we have enough to pay all of your schooling and the last of the mortgage, plus we have our savings back with extra." George said.

It took a second or two for the fuse to hit mom, but that silent awkward second or two lasted for ages. "Fucking hell George! All of it, what is with your god damn love of those fucking Smiths. First you think your gay and now this!" mom screamed. Mom's face turned neutral and the room went silent.

All of us stood in silence. Prior to the multiple bombs, it was an innocent family discussion of colleges and funding. It was like we were shell-shocked, sea sick and being lost rolled up into one big pill. Above us, the hum of a fluorescent light in the kitchen was the only sound the house made.

It began so innocently by Penny announcing she needed just one class for upgrading at the local college and didn't want to use her student loan for it. George was oddly resistant to the idea and since I was a "lost cause" I gave in to George's original request and offered my remaining portion to Penny, I may have added a "fuck it" after breaking rule #9, but I didn't think it would make the whole place fall in.

Although it's hardly fair to blame just my comment when the stage was set during the end of the pandemic and the continued frenzy of crypto investing.

"You're gay?" Penny whispered.

Mom lowered her head and leaned on the kitchen island. "Fuck, I'm sorry it just came out," she muttered.

George looked like he was either going to melt into the floor or implode. Either way things started making sense, at least from my fucked up point of view. The only way our family could get worse was if David admitted he was secretly married to a goat.

I pointed a finger in George's direction, "The eyes," I said in a low voice.

"What?" he said.

"I just never acce..." I stopped myself at the sight of David and Penny. To me George was George, but to them he was dad.

Penny looked whiter than she normally was, her lips had lost their colour and she looked back and forth between mom and George. Both their futures and safe zone were shattered in the last five minutes.

"Are you two getting divorced?" she said.

Mom and George looked at each other. Mom shook her head and ran her hands through her hair. "No,"

George gave a sigh of relief, "Funny thing is your mother and I still care for each other, just not," he motioned back and forth between the two of them, "Like that, well sometimes we do that. Um but we have you, and we have an arrangement for your mother."

"George?!" Mom huffed.

"An arrangement?" David said.

"You mean like a boyfriend?" Penny said.

David's face sank and he looked at Penny and me. Penny lifted her chin and refused to cry but a tear built up in her eye and she casually wiped the corner with her finger.

Mom shook her head, "Dammit Penny."

"I'm an adult now not a child. I can read between the lines and know it means you're fucking someone on the side." Penny snapped back.

"Hey, calm down! Rule nine, this is why we have it," I shouted over the others. When the room went silent, I touched Penny on the elbow with the tips of my fingers and nodded towards David who was white as a ghost with pale lips. Penny gave me a glance and sucked her lower lip in.

Mom broke the silence first, but her neck was still flush and her words were a struggle. "No we're not getting divorced, all you need to know is your father and I aren't getting divorced we're dedicated to this house, no matter what happens in the game, when the game is done all the pieces are put away and it goes back on the shelf. When things calm down we can discuss it more." Mom said.
"What does that mean, a game?" Penny's face curled up into a sneer.

Mom shook her head and ran her hands through her hair. "Ugh, I don't know. I just... another time."

George cleared his throat. "Well it's kind of all out there, might as well share the whole thing and be up front with it, rule number four? Tonight wouldn't have happened if we just did that a year ago."

I took a step back and stared at them. Oh rule number four would fuck this right up. If only he knew who her boyfriend on the side was, he wouldn't have brought up that rule.

Mom glanced at me with glossy eyes. She squeezed the rag next to her hand as hard as she could. Penny took several deep breaths, like she was going to pass out. I grabbed her around the waist and held her upright. She was nearly as tall as me, with a slender body and a petite bone structure.

She nodded her head and sniffled, "I can do student loans. I'll just start applying for more and I can work a job for that one year, I don't need your guy's money."

I took a step away from Penny and mentally braced myself. No way was I going to join right in on rule four, but there was an opportunity. Which seemed start at the time.

"I started making porn and earn about three thousand a month from it. That's why I don't need my college fund, not that we have it anyways. But I can pay for Penny and just move into the garage, if that works?"

All eyes were on me, but somehow I felt like I owed my family that. Plus, it took the heat off mom and she didn't have to pay double taxes or explain the second stream of income from a porn site. It could be rolled under my name.

"It's not gay porn is it?" David said. He had a bit of a quizzical look on his face that turned a shade redder as everyone looked at him.

"No, but I think I have a lot of gay viewers, but no, not gay." I said.

"Okay, I think that's enough sharing for tonight." Mom said.

After a minute of grumbling and awkward steps away from each other we all retired to our separate areas in the house, but after five minutes David knocked on my door. He slipped inside and closed the door, "what if I'm gay?"

I looked him up and down and shook my head, "You're not gay." I said.

He nodded his head and opened his mouth to ask another question then nodded his head a second time.

"You stole mom's lingerie catalogue from Sally's store and I've seen your laptops "secret" file folder with all the anime girls." I said.

"Yeah, but dad and mom, then all of a sudden..." he said.

"Don't worry about it, it doesn't just happen out of the blue. George just, I don't know. But if it takes your mind off it we can play COD later, I'll see if Reg wants to team up." I said.

He shook his head, "No last thing I want is to be at the bottom of the list and you two in the top 5 like usual." he paused and looked around the room towards the window and bed. "So... do you fuck many girls on your channel?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Um, just solo stuff on my channel. I think that's enough, go polish up on 1 vs 1 and I'll kick your ass tomorrow."

He smiled and nodded his head before he stepped out of my room. I flipped open my laptop and checked my meagre amount of fans, 2105. "How the fuck do I get that up to the other channels quarter million?" I whispered.

Penny opened the door unannounced and looked at the thumbnails of my naked body without a head stroking my cock. "Oh my god, I'm sorry I should have knocked, I heard David and I... yeah um."

My chest caved in and I slammed my laptop shut, "That's me, I'm not watching guys masterbate, I'm checking my view counter thingy."

Half way out the door she nodded her head and checked the hallway. She glanced down at my body and looked to the side. Her pale white skin turned red and she bit her lip. "You're big," she laughed and shook her head. "You know Marie has a huge crush on you if you ever want me to set you up?"

"That's okay, I don't think now's the time to be dating. You okay?" I said.

She slipped inside and sat on the side of my bed next to my office chair. "I don't know, dads gay moms fucking someone on the side and is mom going out of business? I know dad thinks the world of the Smiths, but they're trying to own the town and Jerry's been offering to buy mom's building. Why doesn't dad see what they are? And oh my god what was with that game thing?"

I got off my chair and sat next to her on the bed.

"Okay first, let's not worry about them. When mom and I went to the city we sat in on some self-help sessions in our spare time. They talked about focusing on a core relationship. Take me and you. We'll always be brother and sister no matter what happens. It's an anchor to remind us of that bond. One person compared it to a game, you play a game win or lose you both put the game away and return to the core relationship, get what I mean?"

"Sort of," after a second shook her head. "Not really," she said.

I looked at my laptop then back to her, "Okay you walk in on me making a video you see me at my peak I'm even cumming. You'll blush, get embarrassed, maybe freak out a bit?"

Her cheeks turned red and she gave me a smirk, "where are you going with this?"

I leaned back on my hands and hardened my abs then sighed in defeat. "I don't know. To be honest, the class was filled with swingers and they were talking about sex with other people. Having fun with sex is like a game. After you're finished playing the game, you put it away and return home. You don't marry or fall in love with the game pieces, they're just pieces used to play a game."

"Oh my god!" Penny laughed. "You went to a swing club?" she whispered.

"No, it was class at the hotel. We went silent when we realized what they were talking about and the minute it was done we snuck out and didn't return. But! The ideas they had about having an anchor made sense. No matter what happens, you return to the core relationship. Of course, both are consenting and in the end they return to their focus of being husband and wife. It kind of works the same after fights or other things between mother and son, brother and sister and best friends. That's what mom and George are doing, their returning to their core relationship. They can do things outside, but their real focus is here at home."

Penny looked at me sideways and lifted an eyebrow up at me.

"Huh that's a lot easier to explain in the context of sex." I said.

Penny turned away from me and rolled her eyes. "Oh my god."

"Anyway. They've been through some shit and yet they're not getting divorced. At the end of the day whatever their doing is working, minus the whole bitcoin issue. Second, no moms not going out of business, and third, yes, your older brother is a porn star, but I need actresses so maybe I should meet Maria?" I said.

Penny rolled her eyes and shook her head. A smile cracked at the edges of her lips. "Ugh, now I know why you've been so perverted lately." She stood up and headed for the door.

"Better?" I said.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at me with her cheek on the side of the door slab. "I think so, thank you,"

"Wait, can you close the door for a minute? I don't actually make as much as I said I did. I just wanted to piss your dad off." I said.

She put her hands behind the small of her back and leaned on my door, "Oh."

I couldn't meet her gaze any longer and looked to the floor. "It's not thousands, it's hundreds. Rule number four," I said and shrugged.

Penny nodded her head and used her fingers to put a strand of hair behind her ear. "yeah," she smirked to herself. She looked me over and bit her lip, "maybe you can send me your link, if it's like tik tok and youtube I can share anonymously and give likes to it." She let out a laugh and blushed, "I won't watch, I promise." she covered her face and shook her head then slipped out the door.

My heart thumped in my ears as my room grew silent. In my head I had seen her as a fresh 18 year old model to appear in my channel. I'd be fucking a mother and daughter, but what would mom think of it? I may not have had the smoothing charm Sally did for converting, but I had been planting seeds, seeds which might one day grow into something more.

For an hour I spent my time studying a dozen other masturbating mens channels in an attempt to secretly impress a potential new fan plus see if I could fake $30,000 income with my 2k fans and 57 videos.

A knock at the door broke me from my thoughts and I closed my browser. "You're not gay go back to COD." I said.

Mom slipped inside, closed the door and frowned at me. "What are you talking about? Hey, I should have come clean months ago. I knew about George after the convention, we had a talk. He knows I have a man, just not who." she whispered.

She took a seat next to me and I nodded my head at her. "It's okay, I think you tried to tell me a few times."

She giggled and nodded her head, "Oh yes, I just didn't know how. Never seemed like the right time, and the longer it went, the worse it felt."

"George is gay, lets fuck. Believe me, I would have gotten over it real easy." I whispered and shrugged my shoulders.

"Not in the house." she gave me a fake glare. She took a deep breath in, "actually he and I started having sex two three times a month since he found out I have a boy toy."

"Holy shit," I said and leaned forward in my chair.

She laughed and covered her lips with the back of her hand. "Yeah, I confessed I found someone and he started getting hard and curious. I offered to let him fuck me in." she lowered her voice "with your cum inside me. We never had sex like that before, even when we first started dating."

"He's not gay, he's a cuckold." I said.

"No he's gay, it was the idea of another mans cum he was fucking inside of me," mom snickered. "I was actually relieved when he told me. He thought I'd be mad, but like you said, it makes sense. In a weird way, I still love him and we focused on our core relationship." She smiled and put her hand on my knee.

"I had a feeling already. I just didn't accept it. Does Beth or Sally know?" I said.

"Sally does. She put me in touch with another contact of hers and suddenly made our situation seem normal. So George and I decided we can live like that. And Beth, she might have suspicions after I bought a strap-on from her," mom said.

"Okay, okay, maybe TMI." I flopped back in my chair and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. "Wait a minute, that's been you two sneaking around at night." I said.

Mom snorted and turned red. "Dammit." She muttered through her snickering, and nodded her head. She composed herself and looked around my room.

"What do we do about college funds? I checked crypto from a year ago where I think he bought it. It's not good from what I can understand." I said.

"Is it bad?" she said.

I nodded my head and she took a deep breath in.

"What pisses me off is he didn't tell me, I just trusted in his investing and taking care of the bills. No more I tell you, I'm taking over control of the finances. He's the one with an allowance and budget now." Mom said.

"Okay, that would make the second stream of revenue easier to avoid." I said.

Mom gave me a smile and sighed. She rubbed my knee hard and said, "So we're good? Because you just announced to the family you make enough to put an eighteen-year-old girl through a year of schooling as a porn star."

"Yeah, I have a pretty good co-star so I think I can manage the tab." I said.

Mom's eyes opened wide. "No, we need to get your little channel up to the main one in case anyone looks into it, considering you're now the front man of our little studio. You have to look like you're actually earning that money."

"But we would have twice the amount," I said.

"Invest it somewhere. He doesn't need to look at your books." Mom stood up and motioned towards my crotch with her hand. "So lock the door and get filming. You need more numbers. Our main channel is now suspended." She paused and looked back at me from the door. With a wink she gave me one last smile, clicked the lock and shut the door.

"Dammit," I whispered.

CHAPTER 4, HARDWORK OR MARKETING?

When we put our minds towards something with the determination to succeed it doesn't always happen like so many positive thinkers claim it does. The god's honest truth is, you'll probably die half way up the mountain. The real smart one is the person who stays in camp then interviews the poor dumb bastard who actually made it to the top and sells their story.

After 30 days and 30 videos I earned an extra $200 and gained another five hundred fans. Of the 30 videos, only one of them broke 40,000 views and accounted for the majority of the $200.

Meanwhile, the channel with mom grew by another 50,000 with no new videos and covered my ass to pay Pennys tuition. The garage had become a film studio, Alexia's Erotic Studio was cannibalized from the gym storage room and put up in the garage. And with it, the smarter one at the bottom of the mountain.

I stood in the corner of the office as mom typed in the title to my last video. She pushed her glasses up her nose and looked over the screen. "Next time, flex your abs when you cum and make sure the shot is going to hit your chest like last time. It also looks bigger if you wait 3 days between videos."

She took her glasses off and swivelled in her chair, "Done, 'Muscular stud shoots massive cumshot over abs' is uploaded. I think Beth will like this one."

In a sheepish way, I nodded my head like an obedient child getting his shoe laces tied for him until her words sunk in. "What?" I sprang off the wall, "You're shitting me right? You told her about me?"

"She makes sex toys in her basement and sells them online. She's not a prudish woman Eric, who do you think was asking about the largest cock we've had, or number of toys we owned and such," Mom said. "Plus, I kind of wanted someone I knew know that my son has a nice large cock." She gave me a devious grin and bit the tip of her glasses with her front teeth.

"So did she say anything to you, maybe tips or something?" I said.

Mom gave me a little smile. "No, not much. But it's time for your workout. Get changed and start hitting the weights, three hundred crunches and fifteen minutes on leg raises. Then first group of power lifts, you have three days before your next video. Let's get your testosterone up."

For a brief moment after our family nearly imploded, I felt like the man of the house, but the reality was mom took charge in a way none of us could. A long time ago she was nearly an olympian. Had she not been stopped halfway up her mountain, she probably would have been one of the ones to make it.

She let out a deep sigh and stood up from her desk. She ran a hand over my chest and bit her lip. She had cut us off from sex in an attempt to get me to make more videos. At first it didn't bother her, but after nearly two months, the denial was wearing away at her.

Some days were worse than others. Today she looked as if she would tear my clothes off and fuck me on the counter, but I kept her honest to her word. That afternoon she did an extra workout, lifting heavy and slamming weights around in frustration. She had gained extra muscle and her body had become toned as a result of her abstinence.

It was as if she was taunting me, hoping I would break instead of her. But I refused to as I got an idea of how to satisfy her in a way she deserved.

At the end of the day back home in the garage I opened a small box I had for her gift that I couldn't give for her 40th birthday. A thick black collar with a silver leash. Something I had planned for her birthday before the accidental outing of George.

I opened my cell and clicked on the contacts named "Dean", a friend of mine from college who I had stayed in contact with. He was also my gym buddy. We used to train together, run the campus and in general hang out. He was my wingman after Nikki, attempting to get me back in the saddle after we broke up.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey, are you thinking of hooking up online?" Dean said.

My nerves wanted to back out and just say "yeah, meet in ten?" I looked around at the two tripodes, my bed with a backdrop and my "film set". The cold shiny chain jingled in my hand and I took a deep breath. This was business and I was an amateur porn producer, so it was time to step up.

"Um no, actually I have a proposition or should I say an acting gig, pay is a thousand dollars for one hour maybe two..." I said.

The line was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. "I'm not an actor."

"You don't have to be. I started a porn studio and I need an attractive guy to play one part who I trust. I thought of you." I said and opened my laptop while holding my cell to my ear with my shoulder.

"Porn, you're making porn and you thought of me," he laughed.

"I'm sending you a link to the actress you'd be with. She wants to start including a second guy, a fuck a fan sort of deal. Pay is a thousand, plus because it's you I'll throw in your ticket. As you can see all anonymously, no one would know it's you." I said.

An audible ding sounded on his end and he said nothing as he clicked his mouse.

"Plus, I could do twenty five percent of the video revenue for one year, again because you're my friend, which could be worth a few thousand extra if all goes as planned. You could buy a new gaming PC or get a VR set," I said.

"I'd get to fuck her?" he said.

I laughed, "Well with me around, we'd be giving her, her first gang bang in a hotel. But I could see if we could do two videos, same deal for the second couple video, if she agrees to it."

"When?" Dean said.

"Before next semester begins. While you're still out for summer. I'll have everything setup and give you the details for the shoot." I said.

There was a second or two pause. He was a bit like me, awkward around the girls but obsessed with them. "Okay, yeah I'm in, but you and I don't touch."

"No, nothing, just her. I'll give you more details once we're set up to shoot, and remember, this is a surprise for her. It's like a prank game we play on each other." I said.

We said our goodbyes and I looked out the window for mom's headlights. After an hour she pulled into the drive and I met her outside the garage. She was tired and still had on her workout clothes. A cream short sweater with brownish leggings. Her hair was a mess and she had dark lines under her eyes.

"Tired?" I said.

She gave me a meek smile and rubbed my shoulder. She stopped next to me and leaned on the siding of the garage. Behind us the lights were out in the house. In the distance, a single vehicle revved up their engine and sped off.

"I was researching the value of the gym equipment. I'm done with the gym, even with the revenue from the site, it's like I'm working for free just to pay the bank its mortgage and the upkeep. One person new to town came in to look around and complained about the lack of machines, and said my membership price wasn't worth it compared to Ben's place, Invigorated." She sneered. "It was right in the middle of my class."

I took her in my arms and rubbed her back. "Maybe I'm just being pissy about it, but it's like volunteering my time and the people just don't care, yet none of them would have the balls to do it. And the Smiths are trying to own everything. It's the only reason I haven't sold the place."

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "sell the gym, then we move Alexia Erotic Studio back into the store and you sell erotic lingerie. We build the porn channels together."

Mom pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes.

"I already admitted to Penny I wasn't as large as I said I was. That's why she took a job as a cashier at Jerry's store." I shrugged my shoulders, "Rule number four."

"Secrets inside of secrets?" mom sighed. "We already have secrets to cover up other secrets, now the secrets have their own secrets."
"You prefer us to tell them? The whole truth? You sell off most of the equipment and start that adult store. Jerry and his fake morals won't touch that world and George won't openly go near it. You and I, it's just business actors earning an income when the masks go on," I said.

Mom bit her lip and looked around at the dark windows of the neighbourhood.

I gave mom a back rub through her shirt. "You know Beth's been asking for us to visit her. Maybe we can both use a road trip and have a break? I'll give you time to think about the gym, I'm sure Penny can look after it, at least she would be earning money from you and not Jerry." I said.

Mom looked me in the eyes and smiled. Through the exhaustion there was a glimmer of light that her pleasant welcoming eyes had with a smile that set everything at ease. "One or two beds?" she whispered.

"You can choose, but we're using an app this time." I said.

"Deal, I'll message Beth." she said.

CHAPTER 5 Small World.

The world is as small or large as you make it.

It was the nicest hotel the city had, a four-star with nine floors. We had the eighth. Below was a large parking lot with lights and parked cars. The hotel was the tallest building the city had and from our view Beth could point out her house, or at least the green canopy of leaves in the neighbourhood.

Inside, we had a single King bed, a spacious room with a desk table and two lounge chairs. My phone buzzed and my hand shook as I tapped the screen. It wasn't the fact that I was planning a gang bang from mom but the fact Dean was getting nervous and nearly backed out.

The shower in the bathroom masked the sound of me gently opening the lock. Dean slipped inside and shook his hands. He undressed and covered his cock and took several deep breaths. I handed him a mask and a condom. "Put these on, go wait in the corner next to the bed," I whispered.

He looked at the camera with a tripod and the two ring lights set in the corner. Next to it was a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He gave me a nervous smile and stepped into the corner to put his condom on. He jerked off to his phone, trying to get hard, but his cock refused to cooperate. I slipped my mask on and stripped down, exposing my rock hard erection.

The idea of having her fucked by two cocks and moan in pleasure was enough to fill my cock with blood. In fact, half the day was spent getting random erections at the idea of giving her a gang bang.

The shower ended and I grabbed my phone, the leather collar and a special mask I made with removable eyes. I opened the door and stepped inside. She had the towel around her waist and her mouth opened to protest, but she saw the camera, mask and collar with a metal leash.

Eager to play our game, she grabbed the black mask with diamonds and pulled it over her face. Her fingers felt the eyeholes and the pieces of black inserts used to block her view. She laughed and said, "What's this for?"

I said nothing and wrapped the collar around her neck. Her smile turned to a devious grin and she lifted her chin to allow me to fasten the buckle. Her shoulders shrugged off the towel, it slipped from her body and crumpled on the floor. While I led her through the room to her bed water dripped from her toned body.

Dean was like a wild animal cowering in the corner. But the sight of mom's naked body being led into the room. Water droplets ran down the creases of her muscles and made his half erect cock pulse in his hand. His panic-stricken eyes locked on her abs and waist as she felt around the bed. Droplets of water rolled off the tips of her large nipples as she bent down.

The months of training had toned her body. Now she had firm curves with muscles that added to her sleek silhouette. Her body glistened with water and the chain dangled between her breasts. I guided her onto her back and laid her down. The chain ran over her firm nipple and she let out a moan.

It was a suspicion of mine that she wanted bondage. She was not into pain. in fact she was the reverse of, it but what she did enjoy was being rough, a firm hand on her throat and a hard fuck was enough to give her multiple orgasms.

I glanced over at Dean and watched his cock straighten out. Mom's nipples grew harder at the touch of the cold metal and she ground her back into the bedsheets. She reached out and grabbed for my cock. With the palm of her hand under my cock she stroked it and laughed.

"A condom?" she whispered.

"It's a change." I put my hand between her soft breasts and pushed her back onto the bed. Using my knees, I spread her legs and laid on top of her to lick her nipples. The cool chain wrapped her left breast and dangled at the side of her ribs.

Massaging her chest and arms I held her hands above her head and latched on to her breast with my mouth. The tip of my cock rested on her slit and without using my hands I rolled my hips up and teased her opening.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

I had never worn a condom with mom until now. But I had to keep up the charade for Dean of being just fuck buddies in porn. The base of my cock could feel the wrap dig into the skin. Through the latex I could feel her warmth, but not her moisture.

She squirmed under me, grinding her hips up into mine desperate to impale herself on my cock. My tongue licked and flicked her nipples. In my hands, she twisted her wrists and clenched her fists in an attempt to escape my grip. It took all my strength to contain her lust.

"What are you doing? Just fuck me." She whispered and bit into the air with her teeth.

A long moan left her mouth and I thrust forward, impaling her with my cock. She squealed and laughed then pouted after I pulled out. I teased her for minutes until I felt I could no longer contain her. The chain slipped from her body and coiled around her neck beside her.

The muscles in her neck and shoulders strained against my grip and my cock ached to fuck her. I plunged myself inside of her and she let out a loud moan, not caring who might be in the rooms next door. The shaft of my cock felt her insides pulse with a mini orgasm and we gasped together.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it." She cried.

I looked back over my shoulder and gave Dean a nod and whispered, "Okay, get ready then."

I let her go and pushed myself up off the bed. My cock popped out of her and she growled in frustration. To Dean's shock, I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the bed. She didn't have long to get upset. He needed very little encouragement and crawled between her legs. In his mind he wasn't fucking my mother, he was fucking a gorgeous milf who I seduced.

It was a strange moment to see another man mount my own mother. I wasn't sure if I would be considered a cuckold or not. But I suppose I was in a sexual relationship with my own mother so in a weird way, yes.

With Dean's attention on mom, I pulled the condom off and stroked myself admiring how her back arched to receive a stranger's cock.

At first, mom didn't notice she was just happy to have a warm beating cock back inside of her. When his hips touched her after a short stroke her hands found his chest and she felt his muscles. She opened her mouth to say something, but he laid down and began fucking her fast.

She bit her lip and around the mask I could see the muscles in her face turn to a frown. She was uncertain, but not willing to say anything. She had a strange cock inside of her, but blind and horny she wasn't 100% sure.

Dean's hips slapped into the underside of mom's thighs and pelvis. His ass tightened with each thrust and his torso curled up into her. At the pace he was fucking her he would be done too early.

Mom bit her lower lip and clenched onto his neck. The two of them fucking each other without fully realizing what they were doing. Driven by pure lust, their naked flesh slapped each other and their skin grew flush with the efforts of their pleasure.

Neither of them wanted to say a word or utter a sound. It was like they were fucking in silence, with only the sounds of their naked skin and bed to fill the air. As they fucked away, their breathing became laboured and their skin glistened, but neither said a word or changed position.

After a few minutes of awkward sex, I decided I better re-enter the scene and crawled on the bed and slid my tongue inside her mouth. She scrambled to feel my stomach and chest, then her hand found my hard cock dangling between my legs.

"I found another fresh young cock to fuck you. No more dildos or plugs. Tonight you are going to have your first real gangbang." I said.

She swallowed hard and tried to lift her mask, but I stopped her and slid my tongue back inside her mouth. Our lips touched and our tongues fenced with one another. I broke from our kiss and sat up to present her with my penis.

With my help, she found my shaft and gripped it.

Dean lifted his chest off her and looked on the woman he was fucking. The black collar around her neck showed off her protruding collar bones and toned shoulders. Her full, round breasts swayed and rolled with each thrust. Still she was unmoving, with her hand on my cock and her legs at her side. She bit her lower lip and tried to sit up but I held her down.

"Oh, my god you're so beautiful, you feel amazing," Dean said in a low voice.

Like ice that had melted the corner of her lips curled up in a smile that she tried not to show. I pulled the two black tabs off her mask, allowing her to see. Her big doe eyes looked up at me through the feathers and gems, then down to the strange man fucking her. A young college student half her age.

Dean was fit, but having to focus on his business degree he didn't have the same time I did to hit the gym. His abs showed through with each curl and the muscles in his broad shoulders flared out from holding himself above mom.

Mom lifted her legs up and wrapped her heels around his waist. Dean let out a loud moan and sunk himself as deep as he could and remained still. He caught his breath and the two shared a moment looking into each other's eyes.

Her mouth opened and she let out a small moan. Her hand gripped my shaft tighter and she curled her fingers into the bed sheets.

He looked up at me and laughed. "She just came for me."

Mom huffed and puffed and thrust her hips up into Dean. She reached up and felt both his pecs with her hands. "Fuck me harder, come on fuck my pussy with your hard young cock, make me cum again."

To my surprise, Dean could hold his own. He took her by the waist with one hand and rested on his other elbow. The two slammed each other with their bodies until he had to stop and catch his breath. Mom let out a long, loud squeal.

"Harder, don't stop fucking me!" she demanded.

Dean looked up at me with sweat running down his brow. His chest was heaving as he was breathing through his open mouth. Like two wrestlers tagging out, I positioned myself next to Dean and he stepped aside. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the bedsheet and stood up.

Mom was filled with an unquenchable lust that even the two of us couldn't satisfy. Before I could guide myself in, she grabbed me and pulled me forward. Her tongue slipped through my lips and my bare cock penetrated her low at the same time.

Giving Dean a rest before he came too soon wasn't my only goal. My cock ached to be used. Inside her gaping hole, her warm silky flesh wrapped around my cock. The lubrication of Dean's condom and her natural fluids squeezed out of her and ran down my testicles.

I held her tight in my arms as I slammed my hips down into her. "Yes, yes, fuck me like that with your hard young cock! Harder, harder! Oh god I'm..." Her eyes rolled back and she gasped for air then continued bucking her hips up into me.

She strained and held on to my neck and waist moaning and gasping for air between thrusts. The bed thumped on the headboard and Dean unknowingly stroked himself to a mother and son fucking each other.

My orgasm welled up and before it burst, I switched off with him once more. For thirty minutes we switched off with each other. Like two competing rivals doing our best to fuck her harder each time in a different position.

I knew some of the viewers would say she was just being used for pleasure. But we all were, mom fucked us back just as hard until her body grew weak. She rode me to another orgasm and slumped forward to catch her breath the chain dangled between her breasts. Her abs tightened and she tried to sit up. Her breasts heaved with laboured breathing and she stared into my eyes without the same vigour she had earlier.

"Holy fuck she just came again, how many was that?" Dean said.

She shook her head and whispered, "I don't know. I stopped counting."

She was empty, her eyes blank, and she struggled to catch her breath. Her sweat soaked hot body was a limp pile of flesh. Even her pussy was stretched and limp with no tightness to give my cock much pleasure.

I pulled her down onto my chest and presented her upturned ass to Dean. Using one hand, I waved him over. "It's time to finish it." I said.

Dean grabbed the jelly off the end table and applied it to his cock. He got behind her and slathered her ass. Mom looked back over her shoulder and watched as he took her by the hips and guided himself inside.

"Do you like that Alexia?" Dean said.

"Yes," mom whispered.

"Just relax while I fuck you in the ass." He said.

Her shoulders tensed up and she held her breath, but her torso relaxed. I could feel his cock through the thin membrane of her inside enter her. The deeper he went, the more air she exhaled until his hips rested firmly on her ass.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight, yes oh my god I'm fucking your ass." he hissed.

He bottomed out and paused. He was balls deep in her ass while I filled her pulsating vagina. The three of us caught our breath and just enjoyed the full feeling. Dean's warm sack touched the little exposed section of my cock. But neither of us cared at this point.

Mom had been thoroughly fucked in all but her third hole. Pre-cum, sweat and spit glistened around her mouth and neck. Sweat beaded on our bodies and the slight pause we shared gave our muscles a rest.

Mom was the first to give in. She let out a moan rolled her eyes up and gyrated her hips grinding our two cocks inside of her. With the rotation of her hips, Dean let out a loud moan and began fucking her from behind.

His hips slapped her ass and each time he bottomed out, she grunted and squeezed my shoulders. All I could do at the bottom was hang on as Dean hammered her from behind. A hard cock joined her soft mushy insides like a foreign object that rubbed and massaged my own hard cock.

Mom turned to look back over her shoulder. "Take it off, cum inside my ass." mom panted.

Dean wasted no time and pulled out, he tore the condom off and dove back into her gaping anus. Mom slapped me on the chest and let out a hefty grunt. The muscles in her torso hardened and her hips curled forward. The cool chain rested around my chest and neck and the collar kept mom chin extended out, tall and proud.

She grunted and fucked our cocks. With both of my hands on her rib cage I held in place on top of me while Dean held her shoulders so she stayed firm on his cock as she humped us. Neither of us moved and both of us winced through our orgasms, fighting them back.

Once more, with renewed strength Mom was wild with lust and she squealed with pleasure as she made both of us cum.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" I yelled.

Those three words set off a chain reaction. Dean relaxed and thrust forward with a loud grunt. He and I came together, filling her with alternating jolts of hot sperm. Halfway through, she let out a squeal, squinted and mashed her chin into her collar. The flesh around her neck dug into the collar while her whole body locked and convulsed with another orgasm.

Dean fell forward, pressing her sweaty hot body flat on top of me. He pumped out the last of his orgasm and knelt, huffing over top of us. Mom let out a gasp of air and went limp. The only movement she made was her chest heaving to catch her breath.

Dean pulled out of her and flopped back onto the bed. Warm fluids ran down my cock, thighs and balls. Mom hardly moved. Her finger tips picked at the sides of my shoulders as she laid on my chest and stared out the window.

"Holy shit, you two fuck like this all the time?" Dean said. He looked over her limp body and stared at her wedding band then looked me in the eyes.

"Only when my husband's away." She giggled but remained still on my chest.

I rolled her off of me and onto her side. She was exhausted. Her eyes moved to look up at me and touched my chest with her hand. It slipped from my side and fell limp on the bed. Her thighs quivered and her rib cage rose and fell with deep breaths.

"Is she going to be okay?" Dean whispered.

Mom grunted and nodded her head.

The camera light blinked at me and I checked the time on the readout. The timer was on for over an hour. I looked back at mom's naked body, still on her side with her back to me. "Better get dressed, money is there. I'll get things finalized with you tomorrow."

Dean pulled his pants up and nodded his head. "Oh tomorrow, do I, we have another shoot or video, um whatever you call it, fuck a fan?"

Mom rolled over on her elbow and looked over at us. Her eyes roamed over Dean's half naked body and she judged him. She looked into my eyes and nodded her head. "Yes, I can do that at nine in the morning. We'll have the morning sun come through the windows."

I gave Dean a shrug who was all smile, "Okay nine tomorrow. I'll have papers and the same deal as this time."

Dean left with all smiles and mom flopped back onto the bed with her arms spread out. She still wore the mask when she closed her eyes. "Happy Birthday," she whispered with a smile. It took her fifteen minutes to recover and take a second shower. The next morning she was at it again with Dean, this time just the two of them.

I had stayed up late, unable to sleep. Deep down, something had me unsettled. Before, it was just a mother and son, now it was as if we entered the world of swingers. The core relationship theory was being put to the test and the red manual somehow gave me comfort.

The breakfast lounge was filled with patrons from the hotel. The morning sun lit the large room and a waitress poured a cup of coffee for me. I held the book in one hand and my cell in the other. During my insomnia, I had edited the video and posted it. A single night and it already broke 100k views.

The waitress was young, fit and pretty. She wore a black and white uniform with a snug white blouse and open button on top her dress pants fit around her thighs and rounded ass, but I didn't care. The smile she gave me was pleasant and welcoming. "Are you staying at the hotel?" she said

"Yes, business trip." I said and set my phone down and took my coffee cup. "Thank you."

She lingered for a moment and gave me a smile, then moved onto another table. I played with the book tapping its edges on the table reciting the lines inside on letting go of jealousy. Originally the book was adapted from a swinger's manual according to Sally, convenient for them they had a second partner they could turn to. Sort of a barter and swap deal not just pro bono.

"Excuse me." A woman said. The woman was tall and wore a blue pencil skirt with a matching blazer. Her blouse was undone just enough to see the top of cleavage. She was strong and confident but she had tender eyes. She looked around the room then to the book in my hand. For a moment she appeared meek, uncertain and she looked away from me.

"Mothers," I whispered.

She looked back at me and brushed her blonde hair back behind her ear. She didn't say it but whispered it so low only her lips moved. "taboo."
We stared at each other, sizing another up while both of us froze in disbelief. My heart pounded in my ears. She was wild and flighty, like a wild horse found in the forest. She had no ring, but her skin had a slight tan line where there would be a wedding band.

"It's okay, I'm Eric. It's good to know I'm not the only one who had to read through the spelling errors of this thing." I held the book up with the title to her.

She smiled and gave me a light laugh. A roll of her eyes and a nod of her head was enough to say yes. "I'm Grace." We shared a smile and neither of us felt alone. Eight floors up I had a friend who was fucking my lover/mother in who knows what way, but I suddenly didn't care like I once had.

Outside in the hall, Beth looked in the hotel restaurant and scanned the room looking for us. I looked away from Grace and Beth spotted me, she gave me her famous large smile with a wave and stepped inside. Still built like a fitness model, she had nice firm breasts, short brunette hair and Mediterranean tan. Unlike before, she had on a pair of tight jeans and navy blue spaghetti strap crop top.

Grace looked back and spotted the new woman approaching. She reached into her small purse, pulled out a card and hesitated before handing it to me. "It's okay, we're not alone." I whispered and tapped the book.

She looked down at me then to the card in her hand. Grace Peregrine, something high school. She took a step back as Beth grew closer and excused herself around a table who was getting up from breakfast. Normally I'd be excited to see her, but I wished she would have showed up late.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." I whispered.

Grace looked down at me over her shoulder, then to the empty table behind me, she gave me a smile and opened her lips as if to say something. Her cheeks turned flush and she lost her words as Beth passed the group of people between us. With a shaky hand, she slipped the card back into her purse and walked away. The heels of her shoes clicked on the ceramic tiles as she walked away with long strides.

She wasn't built like mom or Beth. She had larger bones and didn't have a tiny waist. But with wide shoulders and hips, she had an amazingly strong silhouette.

Beth caught me staring and gave me a smile, "Hi, who was that? Does your mom know you're trying to pick up older ladies?"

I gave her a laugh and shrugged it off. "My new unicorn." I thought to myself.

"No, just..." I looked down at the book in my hand and set it down with the front cover up. "She stopped to say she has the same book."

Beth sat down on the bench and frowned at it. "Oh, I never seen it before. Community Art of Sprigland. Do they mean Spring Land?"

"Yeah, that's what started the conversation," I said and gave her a smile. I looked to the door to see Grace leave the restaurant. She glanced over her shoulder and we shared a final eye to eye moment, then she was gone. "Unicorn," I said.

"Unicorns, is that what they paint in here?" Beth joked and paged through the book.

Mom entered the front lobby from the opposite side and fluffed her hair in front of the restaurant window. My phone vibrated and I checked the message. "Wow, I feel bad taking your money for that, but if you ever need a guy for another video I'm in," Dean text. I flicked the message away and watched mom as she entered the restaurant.

"Small world." I said.

"Isn't it? Sally called me this morning and said she's going to come in this week personally for my delivery. I guess both your mother and I have deliveries, so she'll deliver both my order and meet us personally. Huh, that's odd, page fourteen. The writing is different. Core relationship..." Beth frowned at the page and her voice trailed off, oblivious to mom's arrival.

My stomach sank as I looked at Beth's face and watched as her eyes scanned the page side to side. Mom glared at me and the book in Beth's hands. She gave a big smile and said, "Beth, hi!"

Beth set the book down and stood up with a big smile. "Hey," she got out of the bench and wrapped her arms around mom for a quick hug. "Did you know Sally is coming in?"

"Yeah, I got the call when I was finishing up to come downstairs." She said.

"Did you eat yet? Because I haven't had much," she gave me a sideways glance with a grin on her face.

To hell with jealousy. Now I was just curious what exactly went on in that video. I looked over at Beth and gave her a smile. After all, the world is as large or small as you make it. I decided then to explore this tiny world I had.