This story started out as a simple writing prompt by the legendary Klrxo. It grew past that and into a much larger scenario than originally intended. In bold, at the start, are some of her words, which I kept almost entirely intact. The rest is all me.
I hope you enjoy it!
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Cody and his Mom, Sylvia were on a long road trip to see his Grandparents. After a day of traveling, they decided to stop and get a hotel room for the night.
"It feels so good to be out of that car!" Sylvia sighed, plopping her lovely ass onto the king-sized mattress.
"I'm just glad we were able to get a room," her son Cody said.
"Me too!" the beautiful, auburn-haired mother agreed. "There's only one bed in here though. Are you sure that's not a problem?"
"Of course not, Mom," Cody said, his heart racing excitedly.
It was much more of a fantasy, for the teen, than it was a problem. But this much was definitely part of the problem. All things considered.
"I just-" he hesitated to say. Cody wasn't used to speaking up when he didn't need to.
But maybe today he needed to.
"You just...?"
"I do wonder about how dad would feel about it..." the teen finally finished, turning around to face her, from the now closed door.
He stood right in front of the bed. A step away from the door--directly between the wall that separated the bathroom from the main bedroom--and his mother, who was sitting comfortably on top of the mattress.
The room wasn't very big. Just a dingy hotel room. Not something either of them was used to.
Cody's eyes looked away from his beautiful mother, she noticed. And so: she leaned in, trying to meet them from the bedside.
"Your dad...?" she asked, with some concern in her tone.
She kept trying to find her son's green eyes, but the teen kept evading her gaze. Was he feeling shy? Or guilty? Sylvia couldn't tell.
"Hey," said his mom, in a loud whisper "hey...!" she insisted.
Cody kept looking away.
"Look at me baby!" she scolded, and--at the familiar, dangerous tone--Cody finally reacted. He wasn't used to ignoring his mother's scolds. He was a good kid after all.
So he let his deep, dark green eyes finally met his mother's shiny green ones. But Cody still had a frown on his face. He looked exactly like a boy who was caught with his hands on the cookie jar.
His mother knew that look very well. But it was odd seeing it on his newly developed body. Cody had really put on some inches the past year. As if his body finally realized he had been rowing all through high-school!
Inside, however, he was still the little boy he always was...
Sylvia sighed.
"Baby..." she started, her voice soft and calming "what does your dad have to do with anything, right now?"
Cody squirmed in place.
"Baby?"
The teen still didn't answer. Sylvia sighed.
"Honey, you know there's no need for secrets between us, right?" she pleaded "I'm your mom, and I've always had your back, haven't I?"
Cody didn't really want to answer.
"Honey...?" Sylvia insisted. Cody sighed.
"Yeah..." he finally relented, looking down at the floor as he did so.
"Hey! Honey! Eyes up!" she scolded, again, clapping her hands once.
He groaned, but did as he was told.
Cody's eyes slowly made their way up from the floor beneath her. Looking first at her feet and calves, slowly moving up her long legs, further up her tight blouse and over her slim waist, and--maybe?--slowing down for a long instant when they reached her very deep cleavage.
If Sylvia noticed, she didn't seem to mind.
But then they reached her own eyes, once again. The way Cody knew she liked it.
"What is this about your dad, then? Did he talk to you about something?"
Cody kept silent, so she went in again.
"Honey, your dad is three hours away at your grandparents' already... what could be so complicated that-"
"I just-" he sighed "I just don't know if it's something I should talk about with my mom, is all..."
Sylvia huffed in response, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
"What kind of thing is it that you can't talk about with your own mom?!"
"It's... I don't know mom" grumbled Cody "man-to-man kind of stuff..."
His mom clicked her tongue, crossing her arms and turning her nose up and away from her son.
"There's nothing you can talk with your father that you shouldn't be able to talk about with your mom."
Her voice sounded stern. But she looked frustrated. And... flustered?
A small moment of silence passed between them, filling the dingy hotel room.
Cody wasn't the forward type at all. He was used to keeping to himself, and always had. Especially in social situations, he'd never take the initiative. His rowing was a different thing, but when outside the field...
However, something in his gut told him he should keep it up. It was an instinct deep in his heart that insisted this was some sort of moment of truth. And even if he had never been a super bold guy... today was the day he needed to be. Or so he thought.
Gathering up all the bravery in his teenage heart, Cody decided to say something more.
"Well mom..." he started, and his mom immediately perked up, her long brown hair bouncing slightly as she looked his way again.
"Maybe..." said Cody, and Sylvia again noticed that he liked glancing at her DDs when she didn't look his way "maybe it has something to do with you and that's why I can't tell you...?" he offered, with a lot of hesitation.
"With-" Sylvia had to clear her throat "With me?" she started again.
Cody figured her mouth must have felt a little bit dry.
"What could you and your dad...
possibly
have been talking about regarding me?" she smiled. But, to Cody, her smile was... insincere. Her eyes fluttered a bit too much. And her body looked a lot stiffer than it should.
She seemed uncomfortable.
Her arms were still crossed over her generous chest, and Cody couldn't help but admire the way it highlighted her already impossible-to-ignore cleavage.
"Just, uh-"
Cody felt like every pause in his speech lingered in the air for hours on end. He wasn't good with pressure like this.
"Just...?" fished his mom, leaning in towards him again. Her voice was soft and sweet, like it always was when they were talking about delicate stuff.
"He's worried that-"
Cody stuttered.
"Worried...?"
She kept echoing him.
"He thinks that maybe you-"
Cody changed his weight again, fidgeting in place.
"Me...?"
"He thinks that maybe you are- looking to- to other guys..." He finally spat out.