A Trip To Remember Pt 04 In Vegas

WARNING - THIS IS PART 4 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.

I got to my room and got into the shower; it became obvious this was no longer a one-time thing. She succumbed to her desires; she needed it as much as I did and there was no doubt this was going to become a "thing". My dick hurt, I swear I had fucked parts of my skin off and chaffed it. I stood there, in the shower, trying to make sense of what I had done, what we had done. I never would have guessed a day of drinking would lead me to lust after my mother and eventually fuck her mercilessly all night long.

What the fuck was I going to do with them all day? How was I going to act like I wasn't wanting to be with only her? How do I get my father to go do something else? My mind started racing with questions. Trying to come up with some solution to getting the day and night with only my mother. Having him there was going to be a downer, how would I act normal around him as I'm looking at her knowing exactly what her shaved pussy looks like?

An hour later my phone rang, it was my dad.

"Hey, we are going to eat in about 30 minutes. I'm going to head down and gamble some until your mom is ready, why don't you come down and we'll play together and wait for her?" he asked.

Wait, he's leaving her alone again?

"Yeah, dad, I have to shower and get dressed and I'll come down." I said back.

I immediately went to the hotel door and started looking out the peephole, I wanted to see him leave the room before I went back over there. Sure enough, a few minutes later and I see their door open and him walk out; I watched through the peephole in my room to see him leave and then opened the door to my room to make sure he was truly gone.

I grabbed my room key and shot across the hall, but before I could knock on the door, I felt the rush of uncertainty. What do I say to her if she wants to talk about all of this? What do I do if she pushes back? What if my father comes back - damn, that one would be the worst.

*Knock, knock, knock* she didn't answer. *Knock, knock, knock*, again on her door, only this time I heard her mumbling from behind the door.

"Forgot your fucking room key again..." is what I heard my mother say from behind the closed door.

"Jason? I thought you were your father...do you need something?" she asked me.

"Can I come in?" I responded to her.

"Hun, he could come right back up here, it's probably not the best idea if you're in here while I'm getting dressed." she said back to me.

The odd thing was she looked completely ready, hair done, she was wearing a red summer dress that hung just below her knees. I had no idea what she could have had left to do other than just waste time so she didn't have to be with my father.

"Well, I need your help with something, can you knock on my door when you get done?" I asked her.

"Hunny, what is it? Just ask me and I'll try to help you," she said in a tone that was dismissive.

"Mom, knock on my door when you're done with whatever bullshit you're doing, ok?" I said to her directly.

"Ok," my mom submissively responded.

That's a good girl I thought to myself, doing as she's told. Following directions for me with the same fawning demeanor as she does my father. As I walked back across the hall, my mind started racing as to how far I could push her obedience. It was obvious she loved my tongue in her ass, my thumb in her ass, but would she like my dick in there? Could I push her to giving me head somewhere public? Could I push her to stop sleeping next to my father and letting me fuck her nightly? My mind raced with what could be achieved.

I waited in my room for what felt like an eternity, but eventually I heard a light knock on the door and when I opened it, I saw my mother standing outside the door in her dress holding her purse. I opened the door and she looked radiant, just truly stunning. I still couldn't believe that I had never noticed how beautiful she was until just this weekend. I had never taken the time to appreciate how incredibly beautiful and sexy she really was.

"You look beautiful," I said to her.

My mother blushed and smiled, but didn't really know how to respond. I moved out of the way and asked her to come in.

"What do you need hunny? We have to get downstairs; your father is waiting for us for breakfast," she said to me.

"He's gambling, he asked me to come down with him a while ago, but I told him I had to shower and get dressed." I said back. "He'll be fine to wait."

"Ok, what did you.." she started to ask me.

But before she could finish her sentence, I kissed her, passionately, forcing my tongue inside her mouth.

"Jason, we have to stop", she started.

"Stop what? Stop kissing? Stop sexually satisfying each other? Why would we stop something we both want and need?" I said to her.

"It's just not right, we are not supposed to do this," she replied.

Without giving her a choice, I pushed in and kissed her again. I lightly bit her lip, pulled my mouth away and started kissing and sucking on her neck. I could feel her breathing changing again, she began making light moaning sounds as I kissed and sucked on her neck. I reached my hand up her dress, between her legs, and began teasing her pussy on the outside of her panties. I could feel her panties getting soaked as her juices began flowing around her pussy. I pulled her panties to the side and easily slid my middle finger all the way inside of her.

"Oh god, you make me so wet...so fast...fuck," she whimpered.

"Be gentle, she hurts..." my mother whispered to me. "We need to stop, your father might want me to have sex with him later today." she said as she tried to convince me to stop.

Her words put me in a mental state of chaos, knowing that I was the reason her pussy was sore put me over the edge. The thought that I fucked my mother so good, so hard, so long that she was sore to the touch turned me on like never before. I wanted another round; I wanted her leaving the room too sore to walk. I wanted to be able to see a change in her stride and know that I fucked her so good she walked different. But at the same time, hearing her say that dad may want to have sex with her made me jealous...angry...and I felt like she needed to be reminded of who fucked her better. Who took time to make sure she got off. I reached up and slid her panties all the way down to the floor and she instinctively stepped out of them.

In my room, I had a small couch that just happened to be the right height to bend her over. As I was kissing her and kissing her neck, I began leading her to the back of the couch where I forcefully turned her around facing away from me and bent her over the couch. I lifted her dress up over her perfectly round ass and couldn't help but stare at her nakedness in all it's beauty. I reached down, unbuttoned my shorts, and forced them to the floor. My god how could my father not be beating these guts every day I thought to myself. My cock strained against my shorts, begging to be released and thrust into her slippery cunny again.

Holding her scrunched up dress high on her back with my left hand, I took my blood engorged cock in my right and lined myself up with her. I slowly started teasing her pussy again, soaking the tip of my dick with her sweet wetness. I could hear my mother's breathing beginning to change as she was getting turned on. I pushed just the tip in her reddened, swollen pussy and felt it open for me. Accepting my cock inside of her again.

"Oh my god, your pussy feels so perfect around me," I said aloud.

"Careful baby", she moaned, "I'm really sore." my mother said.

Careful? I don't want to be careful, if she's going to fuck him later, she's going to know who wore that pussy out. Careful...fuck no, not this time.

"Careful because you don't want to be too sore for HIM to fuck you?" I replied angrily.

Immediately I thrust my cock all the way inside of her, not even waiting until I was covered in her juices, not even allow her to slowly accept me. I pounded in as hard as I could and smashed her against the couch.

"Ahh owww, fuck, that hurts...baby ahh, not so hard, I told you," she said as I was violently violating her.

But I did not relent, tightly keeping ahold of her dress I began pulling her into me as I slammed into her. *SMACK SMACK SMACK* the sounds of my thighs slapping against her hips echoed through the hotel room. My mother attempted to reach back with her hand to slow me down, but instead I grabbed her wrist with my right hand and pinned her arm across her lower back, using it as more leverage to pull myself harder into her.

"Jason..." she started whimpering, "it...hurts," she got out in between my thrusts.

As sore as her pussy may have been, my level of intent to prove this was now mine far surpassed it. I just kept pounding her. My mother began to quietly moan in a very guttural way. She may have told me she didn't want to be fucked hard, but her body was about to cum from the onslaught her pussy was taking, betraying what she thought she wanted.

I began feeling her tense up around my dick, squeezing every inch of it as I forcefully thrust in and out. Out of nowhere, I felt her body explode. I felt her pussy clamp down around my penetrating cock.

"Oh fuck........ahhhh, ahh fuckk..ugmmmphh," she screamed with both pleasure and pain.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I could not hold back as I was pounding her, and I erupted inside of her. Rope after rope poured out of me again into my mother's pussy. Filling her with my healthy, active, semen. I came so hard I felt stupid. My brain would not think, I couldn't comprehend anything around me, just the fact that my dick was buried inside of my mother. My mother laid there motionless across the back of the couch, motionless. I looked down and could see her battered, reddened, and swollen pussy lips wrapped around my cock. Her perfect, little, tight asshole stared up at me begging me to take it for myself.

Before I could react, before I could push my finger inside of her asshole, she started standing up which pushed my slowly deflating cock out of her. My mother turned around and faced me, she straightened her dress out started looking for her panties. As she grabbed them to put them on, I grabbed her hand, pulled her into me and kissed her deeply.

"No panties today mother," I said directly to her.

"Jason, you aren't in charge of me. I can't go all day without underwear." she said back.

"Why?" I asked her.

"You just came inside of me, and you shouldn't have," she said back as she tried to pull her hand away.

"I came inside of you multiple times last night and you didn't care." I snapped back.

"This is my decision, you already took what you wanted, and you won't again." my mother said.

Caught off guard by her crass response, I was uncertain how my father managed to keep such control over her when she was pushing back. I also felt like I just got put in check by my own mother, reminding me I was the child, and she was in charge. I let her hand go and she immediately bent over and pulled her panties back up and started walking towards the door.

"You need to head down and meet your father before I'm down there," she said as she walked out of my hotel room.

Did I go to far? Did I abuse her when I should've made love to her? What the fuck did I just do? I thought I was on the path of proving the dominance my father showed he had over her...boy was I wrong.

I stood there, completely naked, deflated dick hanging meekly trying to decipher her attitude. I took a few minutes and got dressed, grabbed my phone, and headed towards the door. I texted my dad and told him I was on my way down as I approached the elevator.

Then it hit me...my phone...it was charged. As the elevator opened, I stumbled on and clicked the Lobby button. Quickly opening the photo app, then videos, then "ding" the elevator was at the lobby. Fuck. I stepped off the elevator but stood just outside of them, I had to see what I recorded.

Jackpot - over an hour of video recording, including me going down on my mother and her begging me to fuck her, before my phone died. She won't deny me when we go home. This would NOT be a weekend event.

"Only in Vegas." I said out loud and smiled.

To be continued.