Mom + Son + Hotel — Part 1

“It’s freezing in here,” I said to my son as I got under the covers with him.

It had been a long time since my son and I shared a bed. How long has it been? Years for sure. But still, here we were in a hotel bed trying to get some sleep before another day of driving. And yes, the room temperature was a bit on the icy side.

“No doubt,” my son said as he wrapped himself around me from behind. He was warm. Thank goodness. A source of heat.

///Note to Reader — All characters in the story are 18 years old or older///

“So much better!” I said in response to his body warmth flooding into me. “Thank you honey.”

A second later I realized that my son and I were spooning. Uggg, yeah. Really? Oh screw it. I was freezing and needed to warm up. Plus, what is the harm? Totally innocent, right? We were both dressed. Well, I mean not naked. He had on a pair of his briefs. No t-shirt, but that helped as his bare chest felt so nice against my back.

I had on a long t-shirt and a pair of panties on. His bare legs felt so warm against mine.

My son had just turned 18 while I was holding on tight to 38. In fact he had just turned 18 and this trip we were taking to see my sister was a bit of a belated birthday present to him. A chance for the two of us to speed some time together.

“Hold me tighter honey,” I said, craving more heat from him. His arm came around me to complete our imbarce. “Uhhh, thank you honey.”

We were about as close as two people could get. Both at that moment and in general. We had an awesome relationship. He could talk about anything and often did. Topics included all the normal things as well as how a woman’s body worked as well as a man’s. We talked about all of his girlfriends in detail as well as parts of a few of his makeout sessions where I was able to provide some tips. We even talked about his numerous erections and even masturbation. So yes, I would call that a very close relationship.

Now, speaking of erections, I felt his growing and pressing against the center of my butt. What is it about spooning and how the man’s cock is almost perfectly placed? I felt him move his pelvis away from my butt.

“Get back here honey!” I said in protest. “It’s cold.”

“Ah, mom,” he said a bit nervously. “Not right now.”

“I know silly,” I said, too in need of body warmth to worry about anything else. “I know you have an erection honey, but it’s too cold to be modest right now honey. Get back here, please.”

“Are you sure?” I said half surprised. Hell, I was a bit surprised.

“Yes honey, it’s fine.”

He returned to me. OMG! The warmth was wonderful but, OMG. He was not kidding about his erection.

“Honey!” I said giggling. “You were not kidding.”

He pulled away again from my teasing.

“Hey!” I said in protest. “Get back here mister. It’s fine. We are both freezing honey.”

He returned and oh my. Was he even harder?

“Ah mom, but it’s right, ah, there. Are you sure?” He was of course, referring to his erection pushing against the entrance of my panty protected vagain.

“Yes honey, it’s okay. We’re freezing. No need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” he said. “I’m just. Well. I don’t know. It’s just kind of weird, you know.” As he said all that I noticed he pushed his erection against me just a little bit harder. As he did, oh my. It should not have felt so good.

“What’s so weird about it honey?” I said focusing more on the feeling of him pushed up against me.

“It’s just weird being next to you like this and..” he said and then trailed off.

“And what honey?” I asked as he pushed himself into more, once again and as before, it felt amazing.

“I don’t know. I guess, well, it’s weird that it feels so good.” he said. Again, another soft trust.

“Silly,” I said. “I’m sure it does. But, ah, honey. Maybe we should just try to be still.”

“Okay, sorry,” he said as she stilled his hips.

We stayed like that for a few moments in silence. His erection was still going strong.

“Mom,” he finally asked.

“Yes honey,” I answered.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey,” I said. “Ask me anything.”

“Does lying like this, well, you know. Turn you on?”

“Honey!” I said giggling. “What a thing to ask you mom!”

“Hey!” he said, giggling back. “You said to ask anything.”

“Okay okay,” I said, still giggling.

“Ah, mom,” he said with some alarm in his voice.

“Honey,” I said again. “It’s fine. We’re cold.

“Ah, no. I mean. The way we are pressed together. I mean. Ah. I’m not sure if this might, ah. Cause something.”

WTF I thought to myself. Is he serious? Ohhhh kayyyyy. What should I do now? Ha! He is kidding, right?

“Oh honey!” I said, convinced he is joking around. “You like mommy’s bottom that much?”

“Mom! I’m not kidding. See?” And as he said, see, he pushed his pelvis towards me. And when I say pelvis, I mean his erection. And oh my. He was not kidding. I felt his hardness push between my legs. Oh god! There he was.

“Just stay still honey,” I said out of reflex. “It will be okay.” I didn’t really know what else to say.

“Trying,” he said as he stilled himself. Damn it! Should I just get up out of the bed to give him some time to cool down? Maybe. Well, I don’t know. It would be freezing with no covers on and it feels so good next to him. I count to ten slowly. Maybe he will just go to sleep. As I count, I feel his erection against the center of my bottom.

Of course, this was causing me to feel all kinds of naughty feelings down there also. Still, I know all of that was just my body doing what my body does, right? The extra wetness between my legs is a perfectly understandable reaction being so close to a very warm, very hard man holding me like this, right?

“Any better honey?” I ask him softly, ignoring my tingling colitis that is now all of a sudden wanting some attention. Oh god. This was getting bad. I had to get up. Get away from this.

He pushed into me. Not really a thrust. More of a, hey, something is happening down here. Or was that for him? Was he testing the waters?

“Honey,” I said, prompting him to answer my question. I waited a few seconds. Surely he was not asleep.

“Ah, mom,” he said slowly. “I’m sorry, are you mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” I asked, puzzled at his question. “Why would I be mad honey?”

“Well, ah, you know.” he said. “Because, you know. Because of this.” And he pushed his erection against me to illustrate what he was referring to.

“No silly!” I said giggling. “But stop pushing it against me like that.”

“Oh,” he said. “You mean, don’t do this?” And as if on queue, he trusted his manhood against me again, but even hard this time.

“Yes Mister!” I said. “That. Stop doing that.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Am I doing it wrong? Should I do it more like this?” And with that, he pumped himself into me with two quick trusts.

“No silly!” I said giggling and pretending that his two thrusts didn’t just leave me wanting more.

“How about three then?” he said and sure enough, one, two, three!

“Honey!” I said. “Stop before that thing of yours goes off.”

“Mom!” he said giggling. “That does not happen to me!”

“Well it’s going to happen to me if you don’t stop, so please, be still honey.” There, that should slow him down I thought.

“Ahh, what?” he asked.

“Nothing honey,” I said quickly, feeling like I might have shared too much. “Let’s just try to get some sleep.”

“What did you mean, happen to you?” he asked. Shit! I could tell by his voice that he was not going to let this one go.

“Shhh,” I said. “Let’s just sleep.”

He pushed his erection against me again.

“Honey, no,” I said softly.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

I didn’t answer.

He pushed himself against me again.

“Yes,” I said.

He moved his hand down to my waist. His naked hand on my skin felt amazing and terrifying. His next trust was aided with his grip on my waist pulling me against him.

“Honey,” I said dreamily. “This is very naughty?”

He pulled me back to his erection again and held me against it. Then softly, backed away. Then, he pushed himself back towards me.

“Do you want me to stop,” he asked as he pushed himself against me again.

I did not answer, he did not stop.

I moved my hand to my clit and tried not to think about what I was doing. As he pushed himself against me again my hand had made it under my panties.

“Ahhh,” I said as he trusted into me again. Oh god. This was happening.

“You feel so good,” he said as he pushed his cock against me, now is a slow rhythmic motion.

My fingers started to slowly rub my clit back and forth. Damn! What was I doing? What were we doing?

“You are so sexy,” he said as his confidence seemed to be growing.

“Ahhh,” is all I had to say between his slow, powerful trusts.

My fingers started to speed up. This was going to happen. At least for me as I felt my climax approaching.

“Faster honey,” I said surprising myself. “Do it faster honey!”

That was all the encouragement he needed as his trusts doubled in frequency.

“Ahhh!,” I said. “Honey, I’m going to cum.”

“Me too!” he said as his trusting got faster and harder.

“AHHHHHHH”, I said as my climax flooded into me and I could sense his semen floating out of him into his underwear.

“Mom!!!!” he said, grinding his erection against me. “AHHHHH!” he said as he climaxed together. I might have had better sex, but at the moment I could not remember when we both road our climaxes to their end.

He held me for several minutes after that. Both of us catching our breath. What had we just done? Oh Boy. I’ve done some crazy things before but this one might take the cake. What the hell, I thought. Just a crazy thing. Let’s not over think this I tell myself.

“Ah, mom,” my son said, breaking the silence.

“Shhhh, go to sleep naughty boy.” I told him. “We can talk in the morning.”

End of Part 1