The long drive was finally over. Mum and I stumbled out of the car, tired but ready for a proper sleep. We’d booked two single rooms at the Grand Hotel. A little treat, she called it.
“Rooms 301 and 302, please,” Mum told the lady at the desk.
The lady typed. She frowned at her screen. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she began. “There seems to be a mix-up.”
My heart sank. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We only have one room available tonight,” she explained, looking really apologetic. “A king suite. The other booking, it just… vanished.”
Mum sighed. “One room? But we booked two.”
“I know, ma’am. Our apologies. We are fully booked otherwise. It’s a busy weekend.”
Mum looked at me. I looked at Mum. My stomach fluttered. Share a room? With Mum? We hadn’t done that since I was little.
“Is there really no other option?” Mum asked, her voice quiet.
The lady shook her head. “Nothing at all. We can offer a discount, of course.”
Mum thought for a moment. “Well,” she said, turning to me with a small, tired smile. “I guess it’s a big bed, isn’t it, Jamie?”
I just nodded, my throat a bit dry. “Yeah, Mum. A big bed.”
We took the key card. The silence in the elevator was loud. Neither of us said much as we found room 305.
The room was nice. Big windows, soft carpet. And the bed was huge, taking up most of the space.
“Well,” Mum said, tossing her small overnight bag onto the couch. “Guess we make the best of it.”
I put my bag down too. “Yeah.”
We both started getting ready for bed, trying not to look at each other too much. I went to the bathroom first. When I came out, Mum was standing by her bag.
“Jamie,” she said. “I think I left my pyjamas at home.” She sounded a bit embarrassed. “Or they’re in the main luggage, which is still in the car boot.”
I looked at her. Her face was a little flushed.
“Could I borrow something?” she asked. “Just for tonight? Something loose.”
I thought for a second. “Yeah, sure,” I said, opening my bag. “I’ve got a t-shirt. It’s pretty baggy.” I pulled out a plain grey shirt, one of my favourites for sleeping in.
She took it from me. “Thanks,” she said softly.
I turned away for a moment, busying myself with my phone, giving her space. I heard the rustle of clothes. Then a small sigh.
“It’s a bit big,” she said, a hint of a laugh in her voice.
I turned back. She was standing there, the grey t-shirt hanging loosely on her. It was long, almost reaching her knees, but it still outlined her. Her shoulders were slender, and the fabric draped softly over her chest. It was thin cotton, so I could make out the gentle curve of her hips beneath the shirt. Her legs were bare below the hem, long and smooth. I noticed her knickers were dark, just peeking from under the shirt where it clung slightly at her lower back. It was strange seeing her like this, in my shirt. It smelled faintly of my laundry detergent. It was suddenly a very small room.
“Looks fine,” I mumbled, turning quickly as I stripped down to my boxers then climbed into my side of the bed.
She got in on her side, pulling the duvet up quickly. There wasn’t much space between us. But not a lot. I could feel the warmth from her body, even through the sheets. I could hear her quiet breathing.
So here I was laying in bed next to mum as I stare at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe the mix up at the hotel and we had to share a bed. What made it worse knowing she was just in my shirt and knickers while I lay just in my boxers with a boner. I turned on my side and shuffled up behind her and put my arm around her waist and accidently pressing my hardon into her backside.
She shifted a tiny bit. A small sound, like a sigh, left her lips. My breath caught. Had she felt it? I held still, frozen. My heart thumped hard against my ribs. It was loud in the quiet room. My shaft hard through my boxers nestled against the crack of her bum. I wriggled a little to see her response. I waited.
‘Jamie?’ she whispered, her voice soft, sleepy.
My blood ran cold. ‘Yeah, Mum?’
‘Are you… you know… alright?’ she murmured. Her voice was still soft, sleepy. It didn’t sound angry or surprised. It sounded… normal. Too normal.
‘Yeah,’ I mumbled quickly. ‘Just… trying to get comfy.’ I added a small, fake yawn, hoping it sounded natural. But as I moved my dick rubbed against her. I stroked her thigh and I not sure why but I started to hump her bum.
“Sweetie… Why are you… h-humping me,” she said as her words stammered.
“Uh…” was all I could manage. My heart hammered. Louder than ever.
I stopped moving. Froze. My erection was still pressed firmly against her. It felt massive now, exposed.
“Jamie?” she asked again. Her voice was a little clearer this time. Less sleepy. More… questioning.
I swallowed hard. My throat felt like sandpaper. “I… I don’t know, Mum,” I mumbled. It was a dumb answer. I knew it. But what else could I say? “If I am being honest, it felt good. I… I am trying to get rid of my you know.”
She didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence was heavy. I could feel her stiffen slightly, just a little. My face burned. I wished the ground would swallow me whole.
“Jamie,” she said finally, her voice very quiet. “You know that’s… not how you ‘get rid’ of it. And definitely not… with me.”
My stomach churned. “I know, Mum,” I whispered. My voice was tight. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I just… I didn’t think.”
“It’s ok,” she then sighed, “Is it really that bad down there.”
“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, my face on fire. I wanted to sink through the mattress.
She sighed again, a soft, weary sound. She didn’t turn around. “Okay, Jamie,” she said quietly. “Look, I get it. It happens.” She let out a deeper sigh and tutted, I heard the elastic on her knickers as she shifted a little, “If it helps you get rid of it, just you know what to do with it. You tell no one understand. There I pulled them down to my thighs, just get on with it before I change my mind.”
I put my hand under the blanket and took my cock out of my boxers. My hand on my cock and the other lifting one of her ass cheeks a little so my cock could access her pussy. I had the head of my cock pressing against her pussy lips.
She let out a tiny, shaky breath. “Jamie,” she whispered again, her voice thin. I held her bum as I sank my cock inside of her until it was fully inside her. I started to slowly thrust in and out slowly.
A small, sharp gasp left her lips, almost unheard. Her body stiffened for a second, then softened against mine. I felt a shiver ripple through her.
“Oh,” she whispered, so quiet I barely caught it. It wasn’t a cry of pain, more like surprise, a soft, breathy sound.
My breath hitched in my own throat. I stayed still for a moment, just feeling myself inside her. The warmth was incredible, soft and tight around me. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, fluttering fast.
“M-mum?” I whispered back, my voice hardly there.
She didn’t answer right away. Her head was still on the pillow, facing away from me. I could see the soft curve of her ear. I felt her shift slightly, nestling back into me, almost leaning into the pressure.
Then, a tiny whimper. So small, like a hurt bird. “Slowly, Jamie,” she breathed, her voice a thin thread. “So… s-slow.”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. I started to move again, just tiny pushes and withdrawals, barely an inch, then two. Each time, I felt the soft, yielding resistance, then the warm embrace.
“Good,” she murmured, a soft sigh following. “Oh. That’s…” She trailed off, a soft moan escaping her instead.
My hand still rested on her hip, holding her close. The thin cotton of my shirt was bunched between us, damp with sweat. My cock felt massive, filling her completely. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, gently, almost unconsciously.
“Feels… nice?” I mumbled, my face buried in her hair, smelling her shampoo, so familiar.
She shivered again. “Yes,” she whimpered, a new sound now, deeper. “Yes, Jamie. It… it does.” Her voice was thick, a little breathless.
I picked up the pace just a fraction, still slow, still gentle. My hips rocked softly against her backside. Her bum pressed back into me with each thrust. I could feel the soft give of her thighs against mine, the brush of her bare leg against my own.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, another soft moan escaping as I found a new spot. Her head tilted back slightly, leaning into the pillow. I could see the curve of her throat.
“Mum,” I breathed, wanting to say more, but the words wouldn’t come. It was all sensation, all feeling. The soft rub of our bodies, the slide of skin on skin, the deep, warm pressure inside her.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, her hand reaching back and covering mine on her hip. Her fingers intertwined with mine, a faint tremble in her touch. “Please… don’t stop.” This is when I grunted loudly, ‘unngh’ as I started to full on pound her as the sound of her ass cheeks clapping loudly against me.
My breath hitched, a raw sound tearing from my own throat. Each thrust was deeper now, a desperate, rhythmic push that buried me completely inside her. She whimpered, a sustained, high-pitched hum that vibrated through her whole body and into mine. Her hand tightened on my hip, her fingers digging in slightly.
Her hips started to move with mine, a slow, unconscious grind that met my every thrust. “Oh, oh, Jamie,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, broken up by sharp intakes of breath. The bed creaked softly beneath us. I could feel the swell of her bum against my pelvis, the warm friction of her inner thighs brushing against my own as I drove into her.
I held her tighter, pulling her back against me until there was no space left. My face was buried in her hair, inhaling her scent mixed with the new, musky scent of our bodies. Her whimpers grew louder, catching in her throat, transforming into small, breathless cries. “Yes… oh, please… more,” she begged, her head turning slightly into the pillow, her body seeming to melt around me. My cock was throbbing, stretching her, filling her completely with each deep, powerful stroke. It felt incredible, impossibly warm and slick.
“Mum,” I groaned, my voice rough. It was all I could say. My entire world had narrowed to this feeling, this sound, this impossible closeness. She arched into me, pressing back with a sudden urgency that made me nearly lose control.
“Don’t… don’t stop, love,” she whispered, the “love” catching me off guard, sending a jolt through me. Her fingers slid from my hip, reaching around to tangle in the hair at my nape, pulling my head closer, urging me deeper.
The rhythm built, fast and insistent. Her gasps were coming quicker now, small, sharp sounds. I could feel the thin fabric of my t-shirt that she wore sticking to her back, damp from our heat. My chest was pressed flat against her spine, our bodies moving as one.
“Oh, Jamie… oh, God,” she cried out, a long, drawn-out moan. Her body tensed beneath me, a tremor running through her. I felt her muscles clench around me, a sudden, powerful squeeze that stole my breath.
I pushed in one last, deep thrust, holding myself inside her as I felt the wave wash over her, her body trembling violently. A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips as she sagged a little against me. My own release came quickly then, hot and urgent, burying deep inside her.
I held her tight, my forehead pressed against the back of her head, breathing heavily. The sounds of our ragged breaths filled the quiet room. Her body was still, warm and soft against mine. I could feel her heartbeat slowly settling, and mine too.
“Mum?” I whispered, after a long moment. My voice was hoarse.
She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. “Yeah, sweetie?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and something else I couldn’t quite name. It was soft, peaceful.
I just held her closer, my cock still buried inside her, slowly softening. “Are you… okay?” I asked, stupidly.
She let out a small, tired laugh, a breathy sound. “Yeah, Jamie,” she whispered. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… hold me for a bit.” Her hand found mine again on her hip, her fingers gently intertwining. And we lay there, tangled together in the silent dark.