Thank you to all who offered constructive notes/positive comments on my first venture into this kind of incest story. They allowed me the courage to attempt this second venture when the concept came to me. Hope you enjoy.
Heading toward the storm, the GPS showed 76 minutes to their destination. Then the black clouds were overhead, the windshield wipers were slapping back-and-forth, and traffic slowed. It didn't take long for the estimated travel time to change to almost two hours. Two-and-a-half.
"We'll just have a late dinner," Krissy said, half to herself.
"It's ok." Tom muttered from the passenger seat, barely looking up from his phone.
She was taking him to his first semester of college. The school itself was another half day's drive, but they had reservations at an upscale hotel for the night. Although Krissy could already taste the expensive wine she planned to splurge on with dinner, the storm soon had her thinking about opening one of the cheaper bottles she had brought with her, right there and then.
Traffic coming to a complete stop, an endless line of brake lights shimmered through the rain and the accident symbol soon appeared on the GPS. As it then started looking for a new route, Krissy expected it to tell her to get off the highway and fell in line to follow others taking the nearby exit ramp.
"Oh shit," she grumbled, seeing what the recalculation showed.
They were far enough on the outskirts of the city for there to be no easy routes anywhere and the storm had every road congested. Confirming this, she barely turned off the ramp before hitting backed-up traffic.
"The hell with it. We'll just stay here tonight." She grumbled, indicating one of the mid-range motels her company utilized at the next light.
When she got a chance to pull into the parking lot, the line of cars from other motorists having the same idea kept her from pulling under the overhang. Fearing that all the rooms would be taken, she grabbed the small umbrella from the pocket behind her seat and told Tom to get behind the wheel.
The umbrella keeping her top half dry, the wind-driven rain soaked her jeans' legs during the dash to the lobby. Inside, the line of semi-wet and completely drenched people resembled that of the cars. Politely taking her place at the back, she crept toward the counter as room after room was taken. Other travelers adding to the line behind her, when the guy right in front of her stepped up to the counter and the clerk looked up, Krissy knew from his expression that nobody was going to like what he had to say.
"Folks, I've only got two rooms left," he announced, holding up a pair of fingers. "Two rooms." Then he turned his attention to the man at the counter. "How many rooms do you need, Sir?"
Ignoring the people behind her grumbling and cursing, Krissy listened for the answer.
"Just one," the guy said.
Ok. Ok. So, there's one room for me and Tom. Krissy thought. One room. Do I take it? Or do I head back out into that traffic and see what I can find?
While it wasn't ideal, she and Tom had shared a room many times over the years. Being a single mother, that had frequently been the first step she took to save money on vacations. She had simply planned separate rooms this time in recognition of Tom being an adult and on his way to college. So, while it would be a little disappointing not having the excursion she had planned, it would be acceptable considering.
Her mind running through these thoughts, she didn't hear the clerk ask the man if he wanted the single or the double, nor the guy's answer. Then, while the room rental was being processed, she was distracted by a sign advertising that the hotel had its own restaurant and trying to get an idea of the menu.
"Good evening, Ma'am," the clerk smiled when she stepped up to the counter. "I don't know if you heard, but I only have one single left."
"A single? Oh shit." Krissy almost gasped. Sharing a room with Tom was one thing, sharing a bed was something else. They hadn't done that in years.
"You takin' the room or not?" A burly guy who had waited behind her grumbled.
"Um... Uh... What size bed?" Krissy asked.
"Queen."
Feeling the clerk's patient gaze and the burly man's frustrated eyes on her, she frantically thought through her options. If she didn't take the room, they would have to deal with the weather and traffic. And for all she knew more accidents had bottlenecked everything even more during her time waiting in line. She could try back-tracking, but the storm was slowly rolling in that direction, so it could be just as bad.
"Ok. Yes, I'll take it," she sighed, pulling out her credit card.
"Ah, fuck," the burly man cursed, turning to walk out.
By the time she finished checking in, the line of cars had dispersed and Tom had pulled theirs under the overhang. Walking out the automatic doors, she couldn't help laughing at how soaked his clothes were from running around to switch seats.
"Your seats awfully wet, too," he smirked in response.
"It'll be ok," she smiled, not wanting to think about it. "We got a room, but it's a single. I hope that's alright?"
"If it means we don't have to deal with the traffic in this." He waived a hand to indicate the still pouring rain. "GPS is showing a lot of red."
So, I made the right decision. Krissy happily told herself.
After they got their bags into the lobby, Tom parked the car and used the umbrella to limit how much wetter he got walking back. On the way up to their room, Krissy told him about the restaurant and they agreed to eat there. Since it was only her jeans that had gotten wet, she would simply do a quick change first, but he needed to shower and change clothes before dinner. When he disappeared into the bathroom, Krissy poured herself a glass of wine and sat thinking about how life had brought her to this point.
When she had gotten pregnant as a college freshman, Tom's father had tried to be there, even proposed. But she had never been the kind to dream about her wedding day and knew he wasn't the one to change that for. She had been right. He had had too many inner demons and disappeared a couple of years later. Fortunately, her supportive parents had helped her get through college while also holding her to her responsibilities, forcing her to miss out on a lot of the partying that usually accompanies an education. After school, she had found a good job where she had done well and now she was an independent woman who was able to put her son through college without him having to miss out on all that entailed.
Although she had dated over the years, again she hadn't been looking for anything permanent. And it just hadn't worked out with the couple of guys she had considered giving it a go with. The only real downside to this was that she had currently been without a partner for--.
Shit. Five months. The thought struck her.
It wasn't that she hadn't been asked out during that time. Men seemed to be attracted to her classically pretty face, bright blue eyes, and full lips, not to mention her petite frame with its D-cup breasts and round little ass. She had just been too busy with work and helping Tom get prepared for college to put in the time that would have allowed any of them to bed her. Still, while she had no regrets about that, five months was a long time.
Especially with the weather ruining her plans.
Between her career and being careful about bringing men around Tom, she had developed a special appreciation for motel sex. There was something freeing about it. Something tantalizing. Something naughty. The nicer the room, the more luxurious the sex. The cheaper, the dirtier. And this attribute carried over to masturbation, something she happily indulged in when her and Tom did get separate rooms. That had been the plan for tonight, at the fancy hotel where they had reservations. A comfortable bed, high thread-count sheets, her wine, and her toy. All while lightning and thunder split the sky outside. Thunderstorms always heightened her sexual experiences, whether with someone or solo. And knowing that the current band of storms would likely put one over them at the fancy hotel during her time alone had stirred a familiar warmth within her. One that continued stirring even now with the plan being ruined.
"Oh well," she sighed, finishing her wine. Hearing Tom opening the bathroom door a moment later, she popped up from her seat. "Ready?"
"Yea. Let's go," he nodded. "I'm hungry."
"Me, too."
Happy to find that the restaurant offered a few high quality wines, Krissy ordered a glass. About halfway through it she could feel its alcohol combining with that of the glass she had drank in the room. If this had been a date or business dinner, she would have slid the glass away and waited until she had food in her before finishing it. But since it was neither of those, she continued sipping and ordered another when their food arrived. This indulgence led to her being a bit tipsy by the time they headed back up to their room.
Although the buzz wasn't enough that Tom had to help her walk, it did cause her to forget to take clean clothes with her when she headed for the shower. Turning on the water and waiting for it to get hot, she stripped naked and causally checked her reflection in the mirror. A few inches above five foot, her curves were in all the right places, and the warm areolas at the front of her ample breasts were relatively small. Looking at these, a surge of playfulness made her brush a finger across them, making them tingle.
