Mom + Son + Hotel — Part 2

Was mother and son dry humping even a thing? Or is that even what it’s called when a mother lets her son ejaculate in his underwear while he pushes his erection against her bottom? Well, it was only going to be a one time thing for this mom. Whatever. I’ll think this one over more tomorrow. I fell asleep soon after, all nice and warm in his arms.

When I woke up, I was still spooned in his arms. I had forgotten how nice it felt to wake up being held. So warm. So loving. And so, well, oh my. WOW. As I start to wake up more I remember how things ended last night. Oh my.

Okay, okay. Whatever. The Sun was starting to come up. What would today bring? I didn’t know. But I did know I needed to get up to start the day. And that’s when I felt his touch. His fingers on the side of my leg. It was so soft. So innocent. I fought the feeling of me liking it so much. I also fought the urge of reacting. Perhaps he would stop on his own.

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

He made it down to my knee. There, was he done? Please be done, I wished to myself. No. His hand made it back up my leg. Oh my. He was waking me up in more than one way. It’s amazing how much a touch can do. His hand made it back down to my knee. Shit! I could feel my goosebumps forming.

“Honey!” I said with a sleepy giggle. “That tickles.” I lied, he stopped. Damn it, I thought.

“Sorry,” he said in my ear as he then placed his hand on my waist.

“Honey,” I said with another giggle before he cut me off.

“Is this better?” he asked.

Well, now you’re causing things to tingle more than tickle I thought.

“It’s fine honey,” I said.

And then I felt it. I felt him. His erection as he pushed it against my bottom. Again!? That was my first thought. But then again, should I have expected this? I mean, he is 18 and all. He is probably all excited again.

“Honey!” I said giggling and trying to move away from his erection.

“Mom, please,” he said as he used his grip on my waist to pull me back against his erection. He was like, ten times stronger than me, so pulling me towards him was no contest for him.

“Honey!” I said again feeling his erection press right between my checks. “Last night was crazy honey. We can’t do that again.”

“It was crazy good,” he said slowly, starting to slowly push his erection against my bottom in rhythmic form.

“Silly!” I said trying to keep this light hatred and keep my focus away from the fact I was being dry humped, again. At least that seemed to be what he wanted. “It was crazy inappropriate honey. Don’t you think so?”

“Mom, please,” he said with a hint of begging. “I need to do it again. Please. You feel so good. Just one more time. Please.”

“Honey!” I said. “Just because it feels good, does not mean we should do it.”

“Mom. It’s more than just feels good. Your ass feels amazing.” He said, as he pushed his erection against me again.

His flattery paused my train of thought. He just told me my ass was amazing.

“You really think so?” I said with a giggle. “Wait! No honey! That is not the point.”

“I always thought so,” he said as he continued pushing himself against me. “But now.” He paused with a harder thrust. “But now I know.” He added another trust, for an exclamation mark.

“Ah,” I let out with the force of this trust. “Honey, we really shouldn’t.”

“Mom, please,” he said. “I need to. I want to. And ah. You really do have the most sexy ass I have ever seen.” He pushed against me again.

Shit! This was so inappropriate. But what could I really do? Plus we had already done it once. So was there really all that much more harm in letting him do it again? And oh my. It did feel good. Both hearing his kind words and feeling him push himself against my bottom. Damn it! Was I trying to talk myself into this? NO!

“Honey!” I snapped. “I can’t think straight with you pushing your erection into my ass.”

“Mom!” he said, taking my snap in stride. “My erection is NOT in your ASS. But, would you, ah, like it to be?”

“Honey!” I said giggling. “NO silly! What you’re doing to my ass right now is bad enough.”

“Oh come on,” he said in his begging voice. “I bet it would be amazing.”

“I’m sure it would, but no honey!”

“Ah!” he said with delight. “So you admit it.”

“Admit what, honey?” I asked.

“That it would be amazing.”

Shit! I did just say that. And I bet it would be.

“No!” I said giggling. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, okay,” he said slowly as he made a point to push his erection against my ass and hold it there. “So, what did you mean?”

“I ah, I guess I meant that it would be amazing for you.”

“No doubt!” he said as he started again with the back and forth motion against my ass. “So, do you like anal?”

What a thing to ask! Still, by asking me he is now the first man to ever ask me that. Damn it! Why does he have to be my son.

“Honey!” I said. “Son’s are not supposed to ask their mom’s if they like anal.”

“Oh come on mom!” he pleaded for me to answer. “Please tell me. I want to know.”

“Fine,” I said, giving in. “Yes honey. I guess it’s okay.” I lied. I found it more than okay.

“That’s hot,” he said as he kept grinding his cock against me.

“What’s hot?” I asked, regretting it as soon as I left my lips. Why or why would I want him to linger on the subject of my ass?

“Umm, the thought of a cock in your ass.”

“Ha,” I said with a giggle. “Just ole cock, or yours, honey?”

“Ha,” he returned my giggle. “Mine.” And with that came an extra hard push against my rear.

“Honey!” I said giggling. “You can’t put your cock in my ass silly.”

“Oh come on mom,” I said begging. “Please.”

“Honey,” I said fighting back a giggle. “No! Now. Go ahead and finish up back there so we can start our day, okay?”

“Oh mom!” he said as he picked up his pace. “Okay, but I’m pretending I’m having having anal sex with you.”

“Fine,” I said, giggling. “Just make it a quickie as we need to get going.”

“Are you going to touch yourself also? Like last night?”

Shit! I was hoping that part of last night would have been looked over.

“Honey!” I said with a giggle. “No I didn’t”

“Yes you did!” he said as he pounded me with some extra force.

“Okay, okay,” I said giggling. “Yes, fine. I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean for that to be all that obvious.”

“Mom!” he said. “Don’t be sorry. I ah. I think that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I mean. Wow!”

“Honey!” I said giggling again and sucking in his flattery. “I’m glad you liked it then.”

“Did it feel good?” He said honestly.

Oh my. He was really getting personal. But, well, I guess the lines of what was personal and what was not were getting pretty blurry now.

“Of course,” I finally said. “Yes honey, it did.”

“And you had,… Had one, right?” he asked awkwardly.

“Yes, I climaxed honey,” I said. That was awkward of him to ask. But at the same time, it was nice in a way for him to be concerned about if I had a climax or not.

“So when you said, you were, you really were?” he asked. Oh god. Well, yes. I guess I did announce my arrival,

“Yes honey,” I said.

“Then here,” he said as he lifted his hand from my waist, finding my wrist instead. He then guided my hand between my legs. “Why not do it again?”

He let go of my wrist to find my waist again. My finger found my clit and oh. Oh yes. My clit welcomed the touch. But no. This felt like I was crossing the line somehow.

“Fine, if you insist,” I said as I found my clit under my panties.

“Sweet!” he said, grinding into me with more force than ever. I got the feeling his climax was not far off. As I started to rub my clit, nor was mine.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes honey” I said quickly, a bit annoyed with the interruption so quickly after I had started. Perhaps that was a bit harsh. I didn’t mean it, but damn it. I was trying to concentrate. Regardless, it must have worked as he kept doing what he was doing with his erection but stopped asking me questions.

But shit. Did I upset him? Was the quietness from him a bad thing? Who knows anymore. All I knew was his cock was still rock hard, so even if I did hurt his feelings, his erection took no offense.

Several seconds went by, or was it minutes. So hard to tell. My son continued pushing his erection against me. I continued working my clit from under my panties. Oh my, I was getting close. So close.

“Mom!” he said between breaths. “Please, can I please, please touch your breast?”

“Honey!” I said as my climax was close. Damn it! Was it possible to be offended, putout and close to having an orgasm all at once. “Can’t you be happy with just doing this?”

“Please mom! They are so sexy. I’ve always wanted to touch them. Please. Just for a second. Please.”

“Honey, really?” I said without stopping the attention I was giving myself.

“Yes, please mom. Please. You tits are so sexy. I ah, mean breasts.”

At that second, I realized that when you’re being dry humped, calling them tits instead of breasts sounds much more appropriate.

“Fine!” I said as my climax was seconds away. But even quicker was my son’s hand on my right breast.

“Ahh!” my son said as my son clumsily cupped me.

“Oh honey!” I said as I knew in that instant what I wanted from him. “You like that?”

“I love it. So sexy,” he said as he felt me up.

“Honey, I’m getting really close.” I said with some urgency.

“Me too!” he said as he grinded his cock against my panties with new force.

“Honey, please do something for me.” I said and could not believe I was going to say this.

“Anything!” he said.

“Pinch mommy’s nipple honey.” There, I said it and he did not question the order as I felt his fingers do just that. “Ahh! Harder honey. Harder!

“Mom!” he said as all of this had pushed him over the edge. “I’m cumming!”

“Harder honey!” I said as my climax arrived also. “Oh ahhhh!!! Honey. Yes, yes, yes!!!”

He picked up his pace of thrusting and then all of a sudden with what must have been all of this strength, shoved his cock against my bottom as if to push past his underwear and my panties. I imagined right then, that he was ejaculating into his underwear. Filling his shorts with his semen as my fingers rubbed my clit to an climax as intense as I’ve ever had.

A few seconds later, we were both spent, wet and sweaty. What had just happened? And now what? And what kind of motherly advice should I dispense now? For this, I had zero idea.

“That was hot,” he said, breaking the silence.

End of Part 2