As I looked at my son Alan, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. We had been on a long road trip, and the exhaustion was starting to catch up with us. I had booked a hotel room with two beds, but as we entered the room, I was greeted with a surprise.
“Great, I ordered two beds hotel room, there’s only a king-size here,” I said, looking at Alan with a hint of disappointment. It was late, and we had been driving for hours. The last thing I wanted was to deal with a hotel mix-up.
Alan, who was 18 years old, looked at me with a shrug. “It’s okay, Mom. We can make do. I’m tired anyway.” He dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to the window, gazing out at the city skyline.
I sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. I had been looking forward to a good night’s sleep in a comfortable bed, and now it seemed like we would have to share. I walked over to the bed and sat down, testing its firmness. It was plush and comfortable, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of awkwardness that came with sharing a bed with my adult son.
As we got ready for bed, the tension in the room was palpable. We hadn’t shared a bed since Alan was a child, and I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. I tried to push the thoughts aside and focused on getting some rest.
As we lay down, I made sure to keep a safe distance between us. Alan was on his side, facing away from me, and I was on my back, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, except for the sound of our gentle breathing.
But as the night wore on, I found myself having trouble sleeping. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t seem to relax. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. I was wide awake.
Just as I was starting to drift off, I felt a gentle nudge behind me. Alan had shifted in his sleep, and his body was now closer to mine. I felt a jolt of surprise as I realized that he was lying with his back to me, his body pressed against mine.
At first, I tried to ignore it, but as the minutes ticked by, I became aware of a growing sensation. Alan was erect strained against his boxers, and his hardness was pressed against my bottom. I felt a flutter in my chest as I realized that my son was aroused. I pressed my bum against it and wriggled a little.
I put my hand up my nightie I was turned on as I pulled my panties to the side and rubbed.
“You ok mom,” Alan said as he heard me moan, I was rubbing harder.
I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions as I lay there, my son’s arousal pressing against my bottom. I tried to process what was happening, but my mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings. I had always been a devoted mother to Alan, and the idea of him being attracted to me was both shocking and unsettling.
Yet, as I lay there, I couldn’t deny the sensations that were coursing through my body. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart was racing with excitement. I had been alone for so long, and the touch of another human being, even if it was my son, was tantalizing.
“Ahh Y-y-yes, I’m… fine,” I stuttered, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil inside me.
“You don’t sound fine, I think I should help you,” then I felt the head of his dick press against my pussy from behind. I pushed back against him as he easily slipped inside.
“Alan, oh God,” I breathed, my body trembling with pleasure. “You’re so hard, so big.”
“I know, Mom,” he whispered back, his voice strained with effort. “Ahh fuck, you feel good, do you like it shall I stop.”
I couldn’t help but let out a low, throaty laugh. “No, don’t stop, Alan. Please, keep going.” My words were laced with desperation, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, his strokes growing more confident and deeper.
As he moved inside me, I felt a surge of pleasure course through my veins. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me back against him, and I could feel his chest pressed against my back. The warmth of his body, the gentle caress of his breath on my skin, it all combined to create a sensation that was almost overwhelming.
“Mom, you’re so wet,” Alan whispered, his voice full of wonder. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
I moaned, my body arching against his. “That’s what you do to me, Alan. You make me feel alive.”
The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, the wet noises, the panting, the groans and moans. It was intense, primal, and utterly consuming. I felt like I was losing myself in the moment, like nothing else mattered except for the sensation of Alan inside me.
As we moved together, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other grew louder, more insistent. I felt like I was being consumed by the pleasure, like it was building to a crescendo that would soon overwhelm me.
“Alan, oh God, I’m going to come,” I breathed, my body trembling with anticipation.
“I’m with you, Mom,” he whispered back, his voice strained with effort. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
And with that, I felt myself let go, my body releasing all its tension in a wave of pleasure that crashed over me like a tsunami. I felt Alan’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as he came inside me, his body shuddering with release.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was like nothing else mattered, like the world outside had melted away, and all that was left was us, lost in this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Mom?” Alan whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Yes, baby?” I replied, my voice equally soft.
“I love you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “I love you too, Alan. More than anything in this world.”
As we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Our relationship had crossed a threshold, and there was no going back. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was exactly where I was meant to be – in Alan’s arms, surrounded by the warmth and love that only he could provide.