Sharing bed with mom at motel xxx

The car door slam echoed in the chilly night air as I stepped out, watching my mom move around to the back to grab her purse. The neon sign buzzed above us, flickering “Vacancy” in that annoying shade of red. I didn’t even know why we were here. A whole weekend, me and her, because Dad couldn’t handle the shouting anymore. The entire trip had been hours of her rambling about everything under the sun while I stared out the window, fuming silently.

She called it “bonding time.” I called it something else. I grabbed my backpack, not bothering to help, as she struggled with one of her bags. It wasn’t like we were staying long—just a night because she got us lost. Typical. I was tired, my back ached from sitting all day, and I was about ready to book it and hitchhike home.

“Can you stop looking like you’re about to bolt, Andy?” she sighed, locking the car as we approached the motel’s glass door. The tired-looking guy at the front desk barely glanced at us as we walked in. It smelled like pine air freshener and stale cigarettes, not much better than the backseat of her car after hours of driving.

“Good evening. One room, please,” she said, and I stuffed my hands into my hoodie pocket, rolling my eyes. Her voice was trying so hard to be cheerful as if she were forcing herself to pretend this would work.

The clerk tapped at the keyboard lazily, barely looking up. “You’re lucky; you only got one left.”

One room. Great.

I bit my cheek as she nodded, her face set with that weird determination she always had when she wanted something done. I wanted to say something, to argue, but it was almost midnight, and I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. Dad’s voice echoed in my head, his ultimatum clear as day: “Make this work, Andy, or don’t bother coming back.”

“Here,” she handed me the room key as we went down the dimly lit hallway. I took it without looking at her, my jaw clenched. She sighed again—she’d been sighing all day, and it grated on my nerves like she was disappointed in everything, especially me.

When I opened the door, my stomach sank. One bed is right there in the middle of the room. I shot her a look. She raised an eyebrow, clearly already expecting my reaction.

“Andy, it’s just for tonight. I know you’re not thrilled about this,” she started, but I scoffed at her and tossed my bag onto the floor by the door.

“Not thrilled? No kidding. I don’t want to share a bed,” I muttered. I turned my back to her, shaking my head, hands still clenched in my pockets.

She walked past me, setting her things down on the small desk near the window. “Look, it’s been a long day. We’re both tired, and there’s nowhere else to go. It’s just one night, alright? Can you please… cooperate? I’m not asking for miracles here.”

I stood there for a minute, staring at the ground, debating whether to sleep in the car. But it was cold outside, and I knew Dad would call in the morning to ensure I wasn’t being a pain. I didn’t need another lecture from him. I could survive one night, I guess.

“Fine,” I grumbled, finally turning back to her. She gave me this tiny, tired smile, the kind that used to make me feel better when I was a kid. It made me feel uncomfortable as if she was looking at me through rose-coloured glasses and seeing something I couldn’t see anymore.

I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt, and got into bed in my boxer shorts. I laid down on the farthest side of the bed, facing away from her.

“I am going to the bathroom to get changed,” she said as she came back out moments later in a light blue nightie.

The bed dipped slightly as she finally climbed in. The sheets rustled, and I could feel the warmth of her body, even though I stayed as far away as I could. There was this awkward silence between us. The heater hummed on, and the night outside pressed against the window, making the whole room feel like a bubble I couldn’t escape.

She let out another sigh—a soft one, almost resigned—and I clenched my jaw again. The worst part was I knew she was trying. She was doing this whole thing because she cared or something. But it felt pointless. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I didn’t need “bonding time” or whatever she thought this was.

We fell asleep, and then, in the early hours, I pressed up against her back. My arm was around her; this was the closest I had been to her.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Sharing a bed with my mom in this dinky little motel felt weird, but it was even worse when her ass was pressed against my crotch. She was in her nightie, and I wore boxer shorts.

A few times, she stirred and, unconsciously, unknowingly wriggled her butt against my cock, which made me moan.

As I touched her ass, feeling the softness of her skin, something snapped inside me. I was a horny 18 yr old teenage boy, after all.

I started to rub her ass, slowly at first, then harder and faster. I could feel her body respond to my touch, and I knew she was enjoying it, even if she didn’t realize it.

I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fuck my mother. I pictured her pussy, wet and ready for me, as I pushed my cock inside her.

I started to rub my cock through my boxer shorts, feeling the heat and wetness of my mom’s ass against my dick.

Suddenly, she stirs again, and this time, she turns over, pushing her ass even harder against me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed her nightie and lifted it, revealing her pink panties. I rubbed her pussy gently through her panties, at the same time getting my cock out.

I adjusted her panties, pulling them aside; I gave my cock a few strokes, with precum seeping from the head of my cock.

I positioned my cock at her wet, eager pussy and pushed it inside her. She didn’t wake up, so I slowly slid in and out.

As I fucked my mother, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. But the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock, the wetness, and the heat were too much to resist.

I started to pound her harder, faster, and deeper. She moaned softly, but it was more like a whimper.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she looked over her shoulder as I picked up speed, “What the fuck are you… ahhhh baby, your fucking mommy. Mmm, can’t believe you’re fucking me.”

“Oh fuck your pussy fussy good,” I grunted as I slammed into her.

“You… you… ahhh fuck… you shouldn’t be… Mmmm… doing this, ah…” she moaned as I cut her off.

“Sorry, want me to stop,” I said as I started to slow down.

“NO, no baby, please, oh fuck don’t stop,” she groaned, “I mean, I can’t believe you’re doing this, but it feels so good. Keep going.”

I smiled and started to pound her again, harder and faster. She moaned and wriggled her hips, meeting my thrusts.

“Oh fuck, Mmmm,” she groaned as she arched her back and pushed her pussy up to meet my cock.

I thrust into her wet, pulsating cunt, feeling the warmth of her body as I rammed my cock in and out. My mother’s moans grew louder, and I could feel the muscles in her pussy tightening around my cock.

“Oh yes, baby,” she cried as she grabbed a pillow to muffle her sounds. “Fuck your mommy so good.”

I grabbed onto her hips tightly with both hands, pulling myself into her harder and faster with each thrust. Her ass jiggled beneath me as I pounded away at her pussy from behind.

“I didn’t wanna do this,” I said as I kept pumping into her, “but you wriggled against my cock in your sleep.”

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, “I didn’t know I was doing that. But now that you’re in me, I don’t want you to stop. Fucking hell, your dick is bigger than your dad’s.”

“And you love it, don’t you?” I grunted, sliding my cock in and out of her. “You’re enjoying having your son’s dick inside you. Sorry, I have been a little shit; me fucking you helps.”

She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she arched her back, “Oh fuck, yes, baby. You’re right. I’ve been trying hard to make things work between us, and this… this is perfect.”

I continued to pound into her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness of her body surrounding me. Her moans filled the room, and I couldn’t help but smile as I felt her tighten around my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned as she reached her climax, “Fuck, baby, I’m cumming. Oh fuck, your cock feels so good.”

I groaned as I felt my orgasm approaching, and with one final thrust, I emptied my load into her pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I pulled out of her, “Sorry, mom.”

She turned around, her eyes still glazed with passion, “Don’t be sorry, baby. That was… it was incredible. You’re so big and strong. I can’t believe I just had sex with my son.”

I smiled, “It’s okay, mom. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

We lay in bed together, breathing heavily from the passionate encounter. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I couldn’t deny the satisfaction coursing through my veins.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” she said softly, reaching out to touch my arm, “I know it’s been a difficult time for both of us. But maybe… maybe this can be a new start for us.”

I looked at her, feeling a warmth in my chest. “Yeah, maybe it can.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies still warm from the passion that had just passed between us. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of something new that would bring us closer together.