As I lay on my side in the small hotel bed, unable to drift off, I couldn’t believe I had to share it with my son Alex – the only room available in this out-of-the-way town. My back was to him, a silent plea for privacy in this cramped space. But then, a series of soft, rhythmic panting sounds broke the silence. It was followed by wet, sloppy noises, distinct and undeniably close. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. Was he…? My mind raced, conjuring up a host of embarrassing and uncomfortable possibilities. My hand clenched the worn hotel blanket, unsure whether to ignore it and feign sleep or confront the awkward sounds emanating from behind me.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck,” he moaned, oh my, he was jerking off behind me. I wasn’t going to interrupt him, he would be embarrassed. I lay there listening to him as he continued behind me, I got a few tingles between my legs. No no please don’t be turned on listening to him.
I slipped a hand at the hem of my shirt and into the front of my knickers. I stifled a moan as I rubbed my clit, trying to match the rhythm of his panting. Then two fingers parted my labia as I slid them inside as I stated to finger fuck my pussy.
I accidentally let out a loud moan, “Ahh yes, my pussy.”
His panting stopped, “Wait… you ok Mom.”
I froze, caught in the act. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I quickly removed my hand from my pants and rolled over to face him. He looked back at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain myself.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t help it. I heard you jerking and you got me horny.” I stammered, feeling like a teenager again.
He looked at me for a moment, then let out a nervous laugh. “Well, this is not how I expected this night to go, I can’t believe I got you horny,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
I couldn’t help but laugh too, the tension between us easing slightly. “No, I suppose not,” I said. “But we’re both adults here, and we both have needs.”
He looked at me, a question in his eyes. “Are you suggesting…?”
I took a deep breath, feeling more confident now. “Yes, I am,” I said, holding his gaze. “If you’re comfortable with it, I think we could help each other out. Besides you need to cum somewhere don’t you..”
I felt him shuffle behind me as he spooned me very close. His hand reached around me and took my hand from my knickers as he pulled them to the side exposing my motherly cunt. He shifted even closer as his cock went under my ass cheeks to access my pussy.
“Are you sure about this, Mom?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to find my voice in the moment. I wanted this, wanted him, and I wasn’t going to let my nerves get the best of me. I reached behind me, guiding his hand to my breast, urging him to touch me.
He took the cue, his fingers tracing slow circles around my nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting more. Then… I felt his cock slowly part my lips and slide into my pussy.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. Oh my, what am I doing? I am letting my son have sex with me, “ahhh baby. Don’t tell anyone about this.”
He responded by increasing his pace, pounding into me harder and faster panting. “Mom the word, I got it, Mom. Unnnngh.”
“Oh, Mom,” he moaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You feel so good. Ahh fuck, you like it. Shall I go harder?”
“Yes, harder,” I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed more, wanted more, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it. My ass slapped hard against him as he pounded into my cunt. It has been so damn long since I have had a good hard dicking.
The intensity of the moment washed over me as Alex’s thrusts grew more forceful. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me. I reached behind me, running my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, our breaths mingling in the small hotel room.
“Oh, Mom, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. I could feel him on the verge, his cock twitching within me. I clenched my muscles around him, urging him on.
“Yes, baby, cum for me,” I whispered in his ear, my own release building within me. I was on the brink, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
And then it happened. With one final, powerful thrust, Alex emptied himself inside me, his hot seed triggering my own orgasm. I cried out, my body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I knew one thing for sure – I didn’t regret it.
The silence hung heavy in the air between us, the only sound was our laboured breathing as we both tried to come to terms with what had just happened. I could feel the warmth of his seed still inside me, a physical reminder of our illicit encounter. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but one thing was certain – I didn’t regret it.
I rolled over to face him, my hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You don’t have to say anything, Alex,” I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. “I think we both know what this was.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions – confusion, excitement, and maybe just a hint of shame. “Yeah, I guess we do,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “We’re both adults, and we both have needs. This doesn’t have to change anything between us.”
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt or regret. But all he found was understanding and acceptance. With a sigh of relief, he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me as we lay there in the small hotel bed.
For a while, we just lay there, lost in our own thoughts. But as the minutes ticked by, the tension between us began to fade, replaced by a sense of intimacy and closeness that I hadn’t felt with my son in years.
I traced my fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. “You know, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.
He looked at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Neither have I,” he admitted. “It was… intense.”
I nodded, my mind still reeling from the power of our encounter. “It was,” I agreed. “But in a good way.”
He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “Yeah, in a good way,” he said, his voice filled with a newfound confidence.
For a while, we just lay there, basking in the afterglow of our illicit encounter. But as the hours ticked by, the reality of our situation began to sink in.
“Mom…” Alex began, his voice hesitant. “What are we going to do about this?”
I looked at him, my heart heavy with the weight of our decision. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined in a tangle of sheets and limbs. It wasn’t until many hours later that we woke up, our bodies spent and sated from our marathon lovemaking session.
As we climbed out of bed, our bodies aching and sore, we exchanged a knowing look – a look that spoke volumes without a single word. We had crossed a line that night, one that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, as we stood there in the small hotel room, we both knew that we had found something special – something that would bind us together for the rest of our lives.
The rest of our trip passed in a blur of stolen glances and lingering touches, our illicit encounter hanging over us like a dark cloud. But even as we navigated the awkwardness of our new reality, we both knew that we had found something special – something that would change our lives forever.
As we packed our bags and prepared to leave the small hotel, we exchanged one last, lingering look – a look that spoke volumes without a single word. And as we walked out of the hotel and into the bright sunlight, we both knew that we had embarked on a journey that would change our lives forever.
It wasn’t until many months later, as we sat in the living room of our home, that we finally broached the subject of that fateful night.
“Mom…” Alex began, his voice hesitant. “Can we talk about what happened that night?”
I looked at him, my heart heavy with the weight of our decision. “We can,” I said, my voice soft and gentle. “But you have to know that what happened between us can never happen again.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions – regret, sadness, and maybe just a hint of longing. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I need to know that you’re okay with what happened.”
I looked at him, my eyes filled with a mix of emotions – love, understanding, and maybe just a hint of sadness. “I’m okay with it,” I said, my voice soft and gentle. “But we can’t let it define us. We have to move on, for our own sake.”
He nodded, his eyes filling with tears. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ll never forget what happened that night.”
And with that, we both knew that our lives would never be the same again. But even as we navigated the challenges of our new reality, we both knew that we had found something special – something that would bind us together for the rest of our lives.
For years to come, we would look back on that fateful night with a mixture of fondness and regret – fondness for the memories we had created, and regret for the lines we had crossed. But even as we moved on with our lives, we both knew that we had found something special – something that would stay with us forever.
As the years passed and our lives took different paths, we never forgot the bond that we had formed that night. And even as we built new relationships and started new families, we both knew that we had found something special – something that would stay with us forever.
And so, as we looked back on that fateful night, we both knew that we had embarked on a journey that would change our lives forever – a journey that had started with a single, stolen moment of passion, but had ended with a bond that would last a lifetime.