A family spends the night in a hotel, changing their life and relationships. All persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least 18 years old
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Chapter 01
The Lissen family, Tom, 52, Carol, 48, and their 30-year-old son, Jimmy, staggered down the hall of the Embassy Suites hotel. Jimmy's sister, Grace, 25, had just got married. It was a beautiful wedding. Grace was resplendent in her ivory mermaid wedding gown, a strapless affair held up by her 40D breasts.
While Tom fretted about the cost, his wife, Carol, brought her latent organization skills to bear. She negotiated the cost of the hall, the price per person for the reception, and all the pertinent things designed to pull off a very successful wedding.
The family overindulged in champagne, brandy, and Alize. Carol anticipated the men in her family overdoing it; she negotiated a reserved Embassy Suites room for her husband, son, and wife as part of the deal for the reception. It's a two-room suite with a bedroom, shared bathroom, and living room with a sleeper sofa.
The plan was for Jimmy and his wife to sleep on the sleeper sofa. Ellen was supposed to attend the wedding with him. At the last minute, the twins came down with the flu. She refused to leave them, even though her mother was the babysitter.
What Carol had not planned was the amount of champagne she drank. Usually a teetotaler, it went straight to her head.
"Here's our room," Tom slurred. His hands trembled slightly as he held the key card before the sensor.
Tom was in the early stages of Parkinson's disease. It had a devastating effect on his and Carol's sex life. They went from an active sex life to next to nothing.
"Here! Let me help you!"
Carol steadied his hand. The lights flashed, turned green, and the door unlocked.
Jimmy watched first his father, and then his mother entered the room. The hall spun slowly around him. He stared at his mother's plump behind and shook his head to clear it. The alcohol had him harkening back to his teenage Oedipal phase when he lusted after his mother.
I need to call Ellen, he thought. Make sure the kids are okay.
Carol staggered into the bedroom, balancing herself by touching the dresser and the chair. She was experiencing the pleasant otherness of being drunk.
"Undo my dress for me, baby."
She turned her back to her husband and lifted her hair so he could undo the clasp and the zipper. Her husband struggled to do as his wife asked. However, Parkinson's disease affected his motor control, and his hands trembled too severely.
"I'm sorry, Carol. I can't do it."
"No problem, dear. I'll do it."
She struggled but managed to unhook the clasp behind her neck, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to her waist.
She was unmindful and uncaring that her son stood in the front portion of the suite ogling her wanton display.
"Whoa, Carol!"
Tom stopped his wife from taking her dress off. She was always a closet exhibitionist. Add alcohol, and she came out of the closet. Besides, he knew she wore only a thong under the powder blue vee-neck mesh dress and a strapless demi bra.
Tom and Carol hoped that the atmosphere of being in a hotel and her sexy lingerie would help her husband rise to the occasion.
Tom's doctor had told them that when it comes to Parkinson's disease, diminished sexual function is practically inevitable. From lack of sexual desire to low libido to difficulties with orgasmic functioning, this chronic, progressive, neurological disease can impair your sexuality in one way or another.
Jimmy stared drunkenly at the bodice of his mother's dress hanging over his father's arms. One hard raisin-like nipple was exposed. The exposed part of her dark areola formed a half-moon above the lace.
His cock plumped. This was the first time he saw his mother's tits. They were mouth-watering full.
"Nighty night, darling!"
Carol twisted out of her husband's arms. The dress fell to the floor and puddled around her ankles. She kicked it away. There was a seductive sway to her hips as walked over in her undies, and kissed her son. She intended to kiss his cheek and accidentally kissed him on the mouth.
Jimmy instinctively grasped her waist. As the kiss lingered, his hands slid down, cupped, and squeezed her meaty behind.
"OOPS, Missed," she giggled.
Carol stopped kissing her son but lingered for a moment. Her son's hands on her behind and his bulge pressing against her crotch were strangely arousing.
Tom looked at his son, cocked an eyebrow, and they shared a knowing look. Carol's low alcohol resistance was legendary in the family. A sip of cooking sherry caused her to slur her words. They weren't sure how many glasses of the bubbly she had.
"Come on, dear! You're flashing your son!"
Tom grabbed her hand and led her to the back room of the two-room suite.
The sheerness of his mother's sexy panties and bra revealed two things to Jimmy. First, his mother shaved her pussy. The second was that she had a clamshell pussy.
Tom closed the door between the two rooms. He watched as his wife plopped onto the bed. She lay on her back, her legs spread, and her arms in a Jesus on the cross pose.
"Come on, baby! Get you some pussy!"
Carol was drunk, horny, and playful. She prayed that the medication Tom's doctor gave would make him hard. They hadn't had sex in over a month, and she was horny as a hoot owl. Her brief encounter with her son only heightened her arousal.
Tom stripped. His tool hung limply between his legs. He stroked it slowly as he watched his wife wriggle on the bed.
"Play with yourself!"
Tom was having trouble getting an erection. He hoped watching Carol finger fuck herself would help his arousal. It sometimes did at home.
Carol removed her strapless bra, and her big jugs tumbled out and lay on either side of her chest. She grasped one and took the nipple in her mouth. The other hand slipped between her legs. She stroked her moistening hole through her panties, hoping her wanton display would get Tom hard.
The wet sloshing sound and the aroma of an aroused cunt filled the room. Periodically Carol would take a gleaming, dripping finger in her mouth and suck her juices off while eyeing her husband seductively. The more she performed for Tom, the more aroused she became. As she writhed lustfully on the bed, the memory of her son's hard cock pressed against her thigh popped into her mind.
Careful, Carol, there be dragons out there
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Tom panicked as he squeezed his cock and stroked it. He wasn't getting hard. He could hear the wet squelching of Carol's cunt. She stared at him, whimpering. Her hips pumped against her fingers. She hissed as she pulled on her nipple until it hurt.
"I'm sorry, Carol! It's not happening!"
Tom slumped to the bed, covered his face with his hands, and wept silently.
The room lazily spun as Carol sat up in bed. Her large melons drooped to her chest with her nipples so hard they were painful. She closed her eyes for a moment to slow the spin. Then she crawled over and wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.
"It's okay, Tom. I understand."
Carol's cunt ached to be filled by a hard piece of man meat. However, she loved her husband and understood his illness represented a new phase of their life. She pulled Tom down on her and cradled his head against her bosom. She stroked the back of his head as she stared at the ceiling.
She accepted the fact that their sex life was in the rearview mirror. She was a virgin when she met Tom at 18. He was the college football hero. He swept her off her feet and into his dorm room bed.
In 30 years, she went from a shy, repressed, overweight, mousy blond to a lusty, voluptuous woman who loved cock.
In their twenties, they tried partner swapping. She took to it like a fish to water. She reveled in the different lengths and thicknesses of cocks. She became addicted to how other men's cum tasted. Over time, she developed a taste and a talent for eating pussy.
Back then, Tom was a satyr, renowned in their lifestyle circles for the substantial size of his member and his stamina. Carol had shameless memories of watching her husband's clench as he pounded some lucky woman.
Though they enjoyed swinging immensely and missed it, they moved away from the lifestyle as the kids grew up. The obligations of raising god-fearing, well-rounded children outweighed their hedonistic lifestyle.
That was twenty years ago. Carol missed the swap parties and even that one gangbang. However, her duty now was to her husband.
She fell asleep holding her distraught husband in her arms.
Carol woke up in the darkened room with Tom lying on her bosom, snoring. She pushed him off her and sat up on the edge of the bed. She had to pee.
The room spun slowly as she stood. She grabbed the dresser to support herself. Holding onto it, she moved slowly to the connecting door leading to the bathroom.
Chapter 02
Jimmy lay on his back, slowly stroking his cock. Although he and his wife's sex life was not as exciting as his parents was, they enjoyed their weekly sex sessions.
They would send the kids to her mother's and dress up in the appropriate costumes for special occasions, like Valentine's Day, Christmas, and birthdays. They fantasized about adding a third to their bedroom play. However, they were reluctant, fearing irreparable damage to their marriage and family.
He had called his wife, and the kids were recuperating. Ellen sounded tired. He told her about the wedding and how he, his mother, and his father got drunk. She laughed and told him to be sure he took aspirin and to drink lots of water; otherwise, he would have a hangover.
He stood in the darkened room for a moment, disoriented. Then he realized the bathroom was between the two rooms of the suite. The connecting door opened as he walked toward the bathroom.
