Just a quickie in a hotel room.
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My god it was cold. I know it was minus twenty outside but the bloody radiators, all three of them, were scorching hot. They were so hot you couldn't within a foot of them but still this hotel room was miserably cold and there was no way I could get to sleep, even with three blankets and a really thick feather quilt.
Mum was in the other bed and I'd heard her tossing and turning too.
We had attended Dads funeral after an accident at work and decided to have him buried here so his grave was not close to home, that way we wouldn't have to think about him any more.
Sound harsh? It wouldn't if you had suffered the way we had with his fists and that massive belt he insisted on wearing and using on us. We had discussed at length whether to bother coming this far for the service but in the end we decided to and even insisted on an open coffin, despite the horrific injuries, just to make sure that it really was him and he really was dead.
His work offered a huge compensation package which we accepted without any negotiation and they paid for the funeral and all of our expenses, they wanted to make it a big affair but we kept it down to a select few colleagues and management. The wake in a local pub saw a total of twenty-one people, including a couple of locals who readily partook of the silly amount of catering.
The wake broke up at 5pm and we came straight back to the hotel and to bed as we are jet lagged and had a very early plane to catch.
It is 7pm and bloody cold.
"You cold Mum?"
"Yes, get to sleep."
"Can't Mum I'm too cold."
I got up for yet another piss and returned to my bed, any warmth that was in there had disappeared.
"Mum, I'm going to climb in with you."
"OK, it makes some sense."
I pulled all of my bedding on top of the other bed then got in beside Mum, I found her feet are like blocks of ice as I snuggle in close to spoon her.
"OO that's nice, goodnight."
"Night Mum." I kissed her tight curly green hair, ironically that was something that Dad had liked when they met and she had kept the style ever since at his insistence although it had become longer over the years.
Mum snuggled a bit closer and her breathing changed as she drifted off to sleep, I followed suit in the comforting warmth.
We woke with a start and I had to take a second look at the digital clock which displayed 1111. There was more noise from the room next door.
"Whats that?"
"Just the neighbours Mum, I reckon th..."
"Not them, this?"
Mum grabbed hold of my erection which had managed to work its way through the fly in my boxers and the pyjamas, it had come to rest between her legs, tight against her pyjamas covered pussy lips.
"Oh I'm sorry Mum, I, er..."
"Oh that's OK, I thought it was your hand."
She moved her hand away and her breathing again changed as she relaxed into sleep. Could I get back to sleep? Not in a month of Sundays, all I could think of was my hard willy trying to bore its way through the cloth barrier as it got harder and felt like it is twice as big as ever before. Subconsciously I was even very gently humping, very very gently.
"Go - to - sleep."
The clock showed 11:44 and one by one worked its way up to 01:12.
"For Gods sake we need some sleep." Mum turned to all fours and backed down the bed, placed her mouth over my willy and sucked it. This is my first blow job and as I'd been so turned on for two hours, I exploded very quickly. Spurt after spurt shot into Mums mouth which she swallowed so expertly, by the time we were both finished my softening willy was totally cleaned and not a drop had escaped her. "Now go to sleep." Mum expertly made my willy disappear by pulling on my boxers and resumed her position on her right side snuggled against me.
'Some chance of sleep' I thought. My mind was racing as all sorts of thoughts wandered through as blackness eventually overtook my tired head.
"For Gods sake. Will you go to sleep?" woke me.
"Hmm, what?"
"If you can't control that thing then you'll have to go back to the other bed." I turned over and mum followed suit, snuggled into spoons position and held onto my willy as she fell asleep again.
There was no way I'd get to sleep with Mum holding onto my erection and again all sorts of thoughts thundered across my head. By the time the alarm went off a 04:30am my erection had been in Mums hand for over two hours. When she woke she involuntarily gripped it and pumped.
"Oh shit. Oh I was dreaming about your dad."
"I thought you didn't like him."
"I'm glad the bastards now dead but you don't need to know how I was expected to do things for him or face a slap."
"I think I do Mum."
