Mom's Halloween Party, Part 2
They walked out of the elevator and down the hall until they found the room, and his mom led them inside, turning on the lights. The room was definitely spacious, with a separate seating area featuring a couch, a chair, and a big-screen TV. There was a bedroom, and a small work area, too. After she closed the door, his mom removed her hat and wig, tossing them aside.
"Oh... finally!" she moaned softly. "My head can breath again. I hate wigs. My head itched the whole night." She took the clips out of her hair and ran her fingers through it, scratching her scalp and fluffing her hair.
They walked into the bedroom and looked around for a moment, noting that there was a bathroom with a small whirlpool and a shower through one doorway. The bedroom itself had a king-sized bed, dresser, and a big-screen TV.
"There's... um... only one bed," Cam said, a little surprised.
"Yeah," his mom nodded. "Originally it was your father and me. We only needed one bed. But this is plenty big for us, too."
Cam nodded slowly, not sure what the evening was going to bring. Especially since his mom had mentioned something about another lesson on the way up.
"I'm going to get cleaned up first," his mom said. "Why don't you just watch something on the TV for a while." She took the small suitcase into the bathroom with her and closed the door. Cam heard the water start as he sat down on the bed and turned on the TV.
He was scrolling through channels, checking out the latest sports scores when his mom opened the bathroom door again and emerged. She was wearing a short, pink robe... and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"Your turn," she said, as she dried her hair with the towel. "There's stuff for you in the suitcase."
Cam nodded and slipped into the bathroom. He closed the door and took off his costume, trying to keep everything folded somewhat nice. Then he went to the case, checking out its contents. He found his toothbrush and toothpaste, and some jeans and a t-shirt for tomorrow. But he had nothing to sleep in. He'd have to just sleep in his boxers.
After he got cleaned up and slipped his boxers on, he wrapped a towel around his waist, his erection already starting to grow, and opened the door.
His mom was in the bed, with the TV turned off and only her bedside lamp turned on. She was still in her robe with her feet straight out in front of her.
"I need you to rub my feet for me, before you get into bed," she said.
"Rub your feet?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she nodded. "All that dancing in those boots just really did a number on my feet. I know it might feel a little awkward. But just relax."
Cam moved to her side of the bed, took the bottle of lotion that she offered and put some in his hand. He picked up her foot and started rubbing it, digging his thumbs into the bottom of her feet as she moaned softly, then moved up to her calf.
He was captivated by what she was not really wearing. Her robe showed many gaps in it. Gaps that showed bare skin. He could see her cleavage and the top side of her breasts. The robe even threatened to open and show her entire breast if she only moved a certain way. As her legs moved, he could just see between them, noticing that she wasn't wearing panties even.
"You know... I know that tonight was a little... different... for both of us," she said, "but I really want you to know that I appreciated you coming with me."
"Yeah," he nodded. "It was different. I, um, couldn't stop thinking about what happened all night."
"Bad thoughts?" she asked, wondering if he regretted what they'd done earlier.
"No, no," he shook his head. "Just... unexpected. And then when you introduced me as dad..."
"I just wanted to let my hair down for once," she said. "And it was easier to do that than explain why I brought my son... and... you know... people wouldn't understand how we acted at the party."
"It was just... different," he said.
"And, if you want, things will be a little different from now on," she said softly, sliding her hand up the inside of her thighs, threatening to open them and show him her pussy. His eyes were glued there, and he blushed, embarrassed, when she noticed. "There might be some moments of... tension... a need for some... release."
Cam put more lotion in his hand as he massaged her leg more, too embarrassed to even look her in the eye.
"Do you understand?" she asked. "When you feel... tension... I want you to come to me. Ok?" She started stroking her upper chest, inside her robe, teasing him by touching her breast.
"I don't know... this is pretty new to me," Cam said. "I don't really know what to feel right now."
She pulled one foot away and gave him the other for him to massage, briefly parting her legs and giving him a glance at her wetness. She continued to stroke her chest with one hand and her leg with the other. Almost unconsciously she opened her robe more, exposing her breasts, and teased her nipples with her fingertips as he watched.
"And when I feel... tension... I'll come to you," she said. "You take care of me and I'll take care of you."
Cam could feel his erection pounding behind the towel and his boxers. He didn't know if he could take much more.
"I know you haven't dated in a while... and your father's been working very hard," she said, obviously trying to explain why she felt the way she did.
"You're... um... my mom," he said softly. "We can't really do... that. Can we?"
"Well, right now, we're just two people together... and... I have needs," she said. "Don't you?"
He nodded slowly, unable to deny his erection. And remembering what she did to him earlier only made it worse. "I do."
She put her hands on his, and stroked up his arms, gently. "So... what's the harm when two people care so much for each other?" She pulled on his arms, as if asking him to hug her as she sat up.
He moved to his knees and crawled towards her as she took his face in her hands and kissed him. She guided his face to her shoulder and hugged him as his hands stroked the outside of her legs.
"Have you ever thought about this?" she asked as she pushed him back a little.
"A little bit," he admitted. "Well... a lot, actually."
She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to cup her cheek, nuzzling into his palm. Then she guided it to her breast, holding the back of it, forcing him to squeeze it as they kissed.
"My pussy is getting so wet," she whispered.
She held his shoulders and turned him, forcing him to lay on his back, then she sat up, straddling his thigh. She continued kissing him as she stroked his cock through the towel. Cam reached down and squeezed her ass, making her moan in her kiss.
She sat up and untied her robe and took it off, making her completely naked. Cam was completely stunned at how incredibly beautiful she was and felt a momentary pang of jealousy that his dad had her but didn't appreciate her.
As they kissed again, their hands touched everywhere... feeling their skin... their bodies.
"I just want you to know that this has nothing to do with your dad," she whispered. "I love him very much." His mom was laying against him, rubbing her naked flesh against him as she kissed him. "He's a good man. But... sometimes I just need... more."
She reached down and grabbed the towel, pulling it off. Her hands then grabbed his boxers, inching them down his legs and off as he helped. Her hand immediately wrapped around his shaft, gently stroking him.
"And I'm so... fucking... horny," she whispered excitedly. "I just need a good, good orgasm. And you're gonna give it to me, aren't you?"
Cam was loving the feel of her hand on his cock. With every stroke, every touch, he grew harder and more excited.
"Isn't dad gonna wonder where we are tonight?" he asked, still concerned that his dad was going to find out about them... about what was happening between them.
"No... he knows we have the room for the night," she said. She sat up and looked at his cock in her hand. Her eyes grew big with excitement. "Oh... that's all for me?" She slid down the bed towards his feet and took in her mouth as she continued stroking him.
"Oh my God," Cam moaned in surprise.
She slid his cock in and out of her mouth several times before releasing it and stroking it. "Look at that. Look how nice that fucking dick is."
Cam reached out for her, encouraging her to get on all fours and move up to him. She kissed him a moment before he fell back and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking her nipple.
"Oh my God, yes," she moaned softly. "Fuck!" She cradled his head lovingly with one hand as he suckled, the other continuing to stroke him. "Oh... yes."
She gave him a moment more to suckle before she slid back down and slid his cock back into her mouth, slowly and lovingly sucking and stroking.
"Mmmmm... such a gorgeous dick," she moaned. "Oh my goodness... it's so good."
She slid even deeper onto him, driving his cock into the back of her throat before coming off of it and sputtering a little. She looked up at him, looking almost ravenous now, saliva dripping from her chin.
"God it's so gorgeous," she said, crawling up and sitting on his stomach. "I have to... I have to." Slowly, she lifted her hips and, taking hold of his shaft, helped direct it into her pussy. Once he was inside, she sat down on him, pushing him as deep as he would go.
Both of them moaned at the pleasure. Her pussy felt like melted butter on his cock, her muscles squeezing him even better than her hands did. And it had been so long since she'd been filled so fully.
As soon as she felt him buried fully, she started moving her hips, fucking him rapidly as if she were desperate.
"Oh my God... yes... oh... God," she moaned. "I fucking need dick so bad." She bent forward and they kissed, panting into each others mouths.
