I couldn’t believe it when we got to our hotel room and Mom saw that there was only one bed. “What do you mean there’s only one bed?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I specifically ordered a room with two beds!”
I apologized and offered to switch rooms, but the hotel was booked solidly. Mom sighed and resigned herself to sharing a bed with me. “Fine,” she said, “but you better not snore.”
We both changed into our pyjamas and climbed into bed. Mom lay on her side, facing away from me, trying to ignore the fact that we were sharing a bed. I got up close behind her, my cock already throbbing in my boxers at the thought of finally getting to feel her body next to mine after so many years.
I started slowly, lightly running my hand along her hip, barely grazing her skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Mom stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake up. I took this as a sign to keep going.
I started to kiss her neck, working my way down to her shoulders. Mom moaned softly in her sleep, her body responding to my touch even if she wasn’t awake enough to realize it yet. Emboldened, I slid my hand up her side to caress the underside of her breast.
“Mmm… wait. What the fuck is sticking into my ass?” Mom said suddenly, annoyed, as she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
I quickly pulled my hand back, trying to act innocent. “Oh, sorry Mom, I must have shifted in my sleep. Didn’t mean to bother you!”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but then shrugged and settled back down. “Whatever. Just don’t do it again.”
I nodded meekly, even as my cock twitched traitorously at the thought of slipping inside her. But I knew I couldn’t rush this. I had to keep it subtle, let her feel me “accidentally” so she wouldn’t accuse me of trying anything.
I waited until she was almost back asleep, then pressed myself firmly against her back, nestling my stiffening cock in the cleft of her ass. Unable to resist, I gently rocked against her, my hips pumping a slow rhythm. I slid a hand down to rest lightly on her thigh.
Mom made a small sound but didn’t protest as I continued my ministrations. I kissed her shoulder, nuzzling into her hair. My fingers crept up to trace along the edge of her panties before trailing back down.
I kept this up for long minutes, touching and kissing and rubbing, gauging her reactions. Mom never told me to stop, though she didn’t encourage me either. But her breathing sped up and I felt her pressing unconsciously back against me.
Finally, heart pounding, I slipped a hand beneath her panties to cup her bare ass. I squeezed the firm mound, fingers digging into her flesh.
“Mmph… John…” Mom murmured her voice husky with sleep and something else. “Is that your…?”
I just grunted in response, twisting to grind my cock against her. My fingers crept into her panties to stroke over her mound. I dragged a finger along her slit to her clit, rubbing in a slow circle. Mom’s hips jerked forward with a strangled moan.
“Yes… right there,” she breathed, pressing back into me. Her hand slid down to cover mine, urging me to touch her more.
I stroked faster, feeling her growing wetness. I pushed one finger inside her to the knuckle, then a second, pumping them slowly as I rubbed her clit.
Mom began to rock with me, her hips rolling to take my fingers deeper. Soft noises of pleasure spilled from her lips. I wrapped my other arm around her waist, holding her close.
“Mom, I want you so bad,” I groaned, nuzzling her neck. “I want to fuck you.”
She made a low sound, tilting her head back to expose more of her throat to my kisses. “Oh God… we can’t…”
But even as she protested, she reached back to palm my straining erection through my boxers. I shuddered, grinding into her touch. Her fingers deftly pushed my waistband down, freeing my cock. It sprang up, smacking against her ass.
Mom gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached back to wrap her fingers around my shaft, stroking me slowly. “Fuck, you’re big,” she panted. “I remember your father having a cock like this… he was the only other man who’s ever satisfied me.”
My head swam with her words. I’d been fantasizing about this for so long, imagining her tight pussy squeezing me. “I’ll satisfy you, Mom,” I promised breathlessly. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
I tugged insistently at her panties and she lifted her hips to let me slide them down. I shifted to press the head of my cock against her entrance, so wet and hot. Mom made a strangled sound but only tensed for a moment before relaxing back against me.
“Okay, baby. Give it to me,” she whispered. “Put that big cock in Mommy’s pussy.”
With a groan, I pressed forward, sinking into her inch by inch. Mom’s passage was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I couldn’t believe I was finally inside her.
I began to thrust, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in. Mom rocked to meet me, her hand coming up to tangle in my hair, urging me on. I buried my face in her neck, panting against her skin as I pumped faster, my hips slapping against her ass.
“Yes, just like that!” Mom keened, her inner muscles clenching around me. “Fuck me harder! Oh God, your cock feels so good!”
Her filthy words spurred me on. I hauled her flush against me and began pounding into her, the headboard slamming against the wall with each vigorous thrust. Mom wailed her pleasure, her pussy fluttering wildly around my pistoning shaft.
I could feel my own climax building, my balls drawing up tight. I slid a hand around to rub her clit firmly, wanting her to come on my cock.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum!” I gasped. “Cum with me!”
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, I’m almost- AHHH!”
Mom stiffened and convulsed, her pussy clamping down like a vice as her orgasm crashed over her. The sensation triggered my own release and I buried myself to the hilt, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.
“Oh fuck, John, yes!” Mom cried out, her pussy milking my cock as I filled her with my hot, sticky load. She collapsed back against me, panting and gasping for breath.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as our bodies slowly stilled. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had fucked my own mother, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of my life.
“John… that was… I can’t believe we just did that,” Mom said softly, her voice trembling.
“Neither can I, Mom. But I don’t regret it,” I replied, kissing her shoulder.
“Neither do I,” she whispered. “But we can’t do this again. It’s wrong.”
I nodded, even as my cock twitched inside her. I knew she was right. But I couldn’t help the disappointment that flooded me.
“Okay, Mom,” I said, reluctantly pulling out of her and rolling away.
We lay there in silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts. Finally, Mom sighed and sat up.
“I’m going to go clean up,” she said, standing and pulling her nightgown back on.
I watched her go, my heart aching. I knew things would never be the same between us again. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret what had happened. It had been too good, too right.
I rolled over and closed my eyes, my mind still racing with thoughts of Mom and our illicit encounter. I knew I would never forget this night, no matter how much I wished I could.