Again, this is a story of fiction. ALL Characters are 18 years and older. Please enjoy reading.
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Still in shock, our eyes drifted from the door to each other. Almost midnight now, the temperature in our room was still electric, although tempered from the surprise voyeurs at our door. Not knowing just who was listening, I sat there at our beds edge, a whirlwind of emotions running rampant.
"Honey, somebody knows," the worry, plastered on my face. "But how? Know one knows our room number or what floor we're on."
Still feeling the pulsation from Parkers last 2 voyages deep in my abyss, I was now beside myself as to who was listening. The bad part about hotels is that at the bottom of the door of the entryway, there is always a gap at the bottom of the door. So with full privacy not possible, those who walk down the hallway to get to their, respective rooms, would be able to hear if people are in the act. And boy, were we in the act. At first evstatic because the itinerary got changed, and the scavenger hunt was suddenly moved to tonight, made way to real fear.
Standing near the window now, the condom still hanging from his member, nice and full, Parker was looking out at everything. Drapes open, like always, gave a view of the beauty of my birthplace. Even midnight, the illumination outside from cars, businesses, parlayed the life outside. There was a ton going on this weekend in the Manitoban province, so the kind of activity occurring below us was normal.
"Mom," Parker thoughtfully began, "Stop being worried OK? It's a hotel. I'm assuming people hear each other having sex all the time."
"Yes, you're probably right," I concurred. "My only issue is..." Suddenly stopping talking, my mouth hit the floor.
"Mom?" Parker said, surprised by my sudden silence. "Are you ok?"
"Oh no. No. No. No." I kept repeating out loud. "Our room key, Parker. Our room key."
Looking at me confused, Parker, naked as a jaybird, just stood there. "Honey, when the festivities ended and we were gathering our things, I noticed our room key was sitting under my shawl. Neither of us removed it from the pocket, except to show the moderator for the event.
"So, someone went into my coat and investigated us to find out where our room is?" He said, thinking. "It does show Room 812 on it."
"Seems like it," I added.
Now standing, I was removing the ballroom gown I had worn all evening. Stepping out of my high heels, I made my way over to the little closet area, hanging up the dress. Removing my lace bra, next, I folded it up and placed it in our "dirty clothes" suitcase.
Sauntering over to my son, his back was turned to me now, enjoying the scenery down below. As we both looked over the Albertan night sky, there was a brief silence. Only hearing our breathing, sinceback to normal, Parker spoke.
"So what now then, mom?" He said, looking at me from his left. "This weekend was suppose to be about this reunion and our intimacy.
"Parker honey, please," I explained, "Not knowing who or whom now knows about us is unnerving."
As my son removed the full condom I witnessed the remnants of our latest coupling. His cum inside the latex and my vaginal secretions on the outside of the sheath showed our situation.
"Mom," Parker spoke, barely audible. "Don't worry about a peeping Tom." Taking my hands in his, he slowly walked us back to our bed. When the back of my legs touched the side, I instinctively sat.
"Honey, pl..."
"Shhhhh mom," Parker quietly quipped, "I love you."
Staring into each others eyes, I scooched myself back into the center of the bed. Placing my head on the pillow and opening my legs, my, now naked body, aside from tan pantyhose and my tan heels I'd worn all evening, I reached my outstretched arms to him simply saying, "Then show me just how much."
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"UnhUnh!Unh!Unh!Unh!Unh!"
Now 2am, Parker was bareback, balls deep in me. My sodden tits swaying underneath me from the incessant pounding my young stud was giving me, I could only grip the sheets.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Fu..Fuck yeah!" My son would hiss.
Looking right, we both could observe each other in the throes of our sinful, incestuous coupling. To the left, the view of Calgary's night skies shined in our room.
"Yes! Yes! Oh ba..baby.. yessssss!" I moaned, feeling the bareness of our skin fusing together, one glorious plunge at a time.
With each thump of the headboard against the wall and every, subsequent squeak of the bed springs, our mating seemed to go on, forever.
"Fu..fuck me Par..Parker," I seductively repeated, encouraging my lover. "Cum.. cum in..in me..honey," I'd mewl.
Seeing the concentration on his face through the mirror, his big, meaty left hand was on my hip, as his other hand was on the small of my back, pushing me down into the mattress.
"Fuck..fuck..fuck..mom," he chanted, lost in ecstasy.
The perspiration, now abundant, was coating my forehead. Parker on the hand, was full-on dripping sweat. Drop after drop, I felt contact my lower back, from his chaotic thrusting.
"Come.. Come on..swee..sweetheart. Oh God yesssss!" I lustfully panted.
"Mom!" Parker cried, "I'm..I'm gonna..cum," he warned, starting to speed up the climax. Generating urgency in his pumping, Parker was dutifully pounding away at my, worn out, body.
"Yes..yes..yes..yes..yes," I seductively muttered, watching the whorish look on my face clearly enjoying the young man thrusting, gleefully, behind me.
Gripping my hips with both hands, my head fell forward as he joined our lower regions together. "Ahhhhhhhfuuuuuucckkkk!" He shouted, loud enough for the whole 8th floor to hear.
Splash after splash erupted from my sons' pulsating cock. Coating my cervix, I grinded my butt against his rotund stomach. Feeling every drop in me, just the picture in the mirror waa mistakable. Two sweating people, looking like they ran a marathon, in the throes of, unadulterated incestuous ecstasy.
Finally slowing his periodic thrusts, Parker ceased any movement.
"Fu..Fuck mom," He panted. Fall forward on me, our bodies collapsed onto the mattress. Adjusting his weight so he didn't crush my petite frame, Parker and I just lie there, spent.
Feeling stuffed and the urgent need to pee, I breathlessly whispered, "I.. need.. you..to..pull..out..hon..honey." Feeling his snake slithering out of me, I stopped his exit. "The towel," I interrupted.
Deftly, my son reached for the towel that sat at the foot of our bed. Pushing it against my vagina, I painstakingly, rolled over.
"You wore mama out, honey," I said, exhausted. "I'll be right be back." As I held my hand out to him to help me up, I noticed the flaccid penis, inches from my face. "Finally," I sighed.
Waddling to the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror. After we have sex, I'll admit that a bit of remorse and shame reaches the surface, albeit temporarily. When I came back out, I saw my son flat on his back, still naked, asleep. Ogling him from the bathrooms entrance, I thought about the future. Our future.
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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" Emptying another batch of his unsheathed contents into me, I lie there, unmoved. As our relationship unfolded into more of a "mom with benefits" I'll admit I was second guessing myself. I prided myself on being a loyal spouse, a prudent homemaker. a doting mom. But this? This was a new realm. The taboo of this relationship, highlighted from every moan, every grunt, everytime the headboard made contact with the wall, I'd find myself marvelling at just how desired I felt. How much I was wanted. Every sweat bead that fell from his forehead or chest onto my tits or my lower back, every splash of his semen against my cervix, I was moving further and further away, emotionally, from my husband.
"Fuck mom," my son panted. " I can't enough of you."
Looking at the clock beside our bed, I realized it was now, 7:45. Having slept until 7, Parker mounted me earlier, as I lie there. When I felt the blanket that had covered us being removed and my legs opening, I opened my eyes.
"Honey?" I mumbled, as his movements stirred me awake. Asleep just over 4 hours, I was still exhausted. At 43, I am not getting any younger. The constant desire of my son had really reared its' ugly ever since our arrival in Calgary. Seeing him between my legs, scooching forward, his hand was on his semi hard pole, awaiting its' familiar home. "Sweetie," I tiredly uttered, "It's barely 7."
Not listening, or just not caring, he took my legs, pulled my nylons to my hips and pushed into me. "Ohhh honey," I'd lustfully mewl, as he worked to a rhythm.
After 45 minutes of, surprisingly, calm pumping, he erupted into me, yet again. Once satiated, he got off me and disappeared into the shower. Feeling his cum wanting to exit my orifice, I reached for the towel and settled it under my nether region. Not bothering to pull my pantyhose back up, I lie flat on my back looking up at the ceiling. My boobs were sore and my vagina ached. Feeling like I'd just run back-to-back marathons, I reached for my glasses and cell phone. Seeing 4 text messages and 3 missed phone calls, 2 from my husband and one from my daughter, I thought it better to respond.
After speaking to John for about 20 minutes, I'd told him how everything was going, that the reunion was fun, Parker was behaving himself, etc. When I told him about the itinerary for today and that we actually had the scavenger hunt the night before and not today, I didn't tell him about the prize I'd won.
"Well I'm glad he's behaving and the both of you are enjoying the reunion," he remarked. Finally able to breathe normally, I could hear the shower going, grateful for the respite.
"He's showering right now," I told John. "We're going to head downstairs and have breakfast, then see what is in store for the after as the intinerary changed."
Now sitting, the ache I felt was prominent.
Slowly removing my pantyhose, runs formed down the inner thigh, I awaited my turn for a shower. Once I had them off, I stood, still speaking to my husband.
"I know honey. Our flight lands at 6:20 pm. Monday. We should be home around 8:30. I'm going to call Steph and confirm her arrival Tuesday and get her bedroom ready."
Walking around the hotel room, the early morning sunrise was beautiful. Birds flying around, the horizon at a distance. Standing at the window, city life was buzzing for a Sunday morning. The exhaustion I felt, was pale in comparison to the concern I had, wondering who stood at our door, listening as we were intimate.
