An Accident, The Internet, A Hotel pt 2
A mother and son come together – unexpectantly. (MF, inc, cyber)
One day, after getting off with Mark, I was putting my bra back on, when he asked if I was coming for a visit soon. I tried to make it a habit of going at least once a month, and it was about that time again.
“Sure!” I chirped happily. Then I had to think about it. It was one thing to play this game online with someone, but something else entirely to actually meet face-to-face. Not that I ever had or would, but my weekend visits were fairly routine. I enjoyed them, often looking forward to them, and I kept telling myself that I didn’t want this game to adversely affect our relationship. If I didn’t go, that’s what would happen. He and I would both know the reason I wasn’t coming to visit. And, eventually, he’d be coming home at some point, whether for a holiday or weekend trip of his own.
I’d have to bite the bullet on this one. The ball was in my court and I’d have to act. If I wanted to maintain some semblance of normalcy, then I’d have to force it in that direction, something that at one time, before we started engaging in this behavior, had come naturally.
The following Saturday afternoon, I drove up to Mark’s school. The entire way there, I was a bundle of nerves. How would we react upon seeing each other, given what we had been doing? Though it had bothered me terribly, from the beginning, what I had done with my own son nearly a month ago in his room, I also came to enjoy this new aspect of our relationship that had suddenly blossomed out of it.
But it didn’t simply come to fruition of its own accord. The seed may have been inadvertently sown, but a great deal of conscious effort on both sides had gone into enriching and propagating it. Although I was scared to see him in person, part of me was also excited about it; excited about the possibilities. But I tried not to think on it. I just knew, the more I dwelled on it, the more likely I’d turn around and go home.
So I rationalized going on the basis of maintaining our relationship, but deep down, I also knew I had an ulterior motive. To be on the safe side, however, before driving to his resident hall, I stopped at a hotel I occasionally stayed, and got myself a room for the night, then drove over to see Mark.
I parked on the street across from his building and walked inside. The entire way to his room, I felt light-headed and my stomach was a churning and twisting knot. By the time I knocked on his door, my palms were sweaty. When he opened the door and greeted me with a broad smile, I wanted to vomit.
Thankfully, I didn’t, though it felt like a very distinct possibility.
“Hey!” He exclaimed happily, gesturing for me to come in. I smiled and stepped inside, wringing my hands nervously and trying to look normal and happy. When he shut the door behind me, I whirled around. Something about the sound of the door shutting seemed very definitive, like the start of a new chapter in a book.
Mark went to his tiny dorm room refrigerator and pulled out two sodas, offering me one. I took it and sat on the edge of his bed, while he pulled the chair out from his desk. I took a sip and glanced at him, smiling. He opened his can and grinned in reply. As he held the can to his mouth, my eyes drifted behind him to his desk.
His computer sat directly behind him; the same instrument by which we had engaged in numerous taboo acts. I also knew that inside that computer were dozens of pictures of me nude and sexually pleasuring myself; pictures I had taken exclusively for him. Pictures I had hoped would sexually arouse him, my own son. I felt my face turning red and quickly looked away, letting my eyes roam around his room.
“So, what’s the plan?” He asked, breaking the long silence.
I rotated the can of soda between my fingers, staring down at it, and shrugged. “Dunno,” I replied. “Guess it’s up to you.”
I brought the can to my lips and took a sip, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He smiled, saying he was up for anything. I couldn’t bear another uncomfortable silence, so I asked if he wanted to see a movie. It was that, and then we went to dinner afterwards.
Hours later, as we walked out of the restaurant, the sun was just now setting below the horizon. The evening was still young, and Mark asked if I wanted to do anything else. I stood next to him, with my arms folded on my chest and shrugged. “Ok,” I stammered softly.
“Wanna go play some pool?” He asked.
I shrugged and nodded. I wasn’t very good at it, but enjoyed it all the same. And it would keep us busy; keep us moving, avoiding those awkward moments of silence where our minds could dwell more easily on who it was we were with and what kind of relationship we now had with that person; that is to say, a rather intimate one.
We walked to a nearby bar and went inside, finding a pool table far in the back. Near the front of the place was a dance floor, quite empty given the early nature of the evening. But as time passed and daylight gave way to night, more and more college kids entered and soon the bar was crowded to capacity, loud and smelling of beer, cigarettes, and sexually charged appetites.
Mark and I shared a single glass of beer, though I never really cared for the taste of that beverage. Still, it served to loosen me up, and very soon we were both laughing and enjoying each other’s company as usual, as though nothing had ever changed. And when the last ball on the table had been sunk, we set our cues up on the rack and made our way to front of the bar.
I tugged on Mark’s sleeve and he bent down.
“Wanna dance?” I nearly yelled in his ear, given the intense volume of lively chatter and music going on all around us. He smiled and nodded, so I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him through the crowd to the dance floor. Young men and women were moving wildly about, and very quickly Mark and I joined in.
The heavy thumping of the music always had a hypnotic effect on me, and I soon found my mind drifting in that direction. Mark and I danced very closely, given that the dance floor was small and quite crowded. Our bodies rubbed against one another and, as the music carried me away, I became less inhibited, slithering my torso against him and letting my hands roam up and down his body. With his hands on my waist, I rotated my body between them, facing away from him, and ground my ass against his groin. To my delight, I thought I could feel him pressing back into me. Then I wiggled downward against him and he kept his hands in the same position, though now moving up my body as I descended.
I stopped when he was cupping my breasts and grinned in the dark, putting my hands atop his and giving them a gentle squeeze. And when I arose, he kept his hands there. I once more rotated my body so I was facing him and placed my arms on his shoulders, smiling up at him. Then I put one leg between his and slowly started grinding down against it. In the darkness, I thought I could see him smiling. I don’t know how long we were out there dancing, but it seemed like quite a while. I’d never danced like that with him before, and it felt exhilarating to do so for the first time. And like those young people hopping around me and dancing to the music, the erotic atmosphere was sexually charging me.
I reached up for Mark’s collar and pulled him down to my face. Merely by accident, our faces were nearly touching, our lips very close. We both smiled and I leaned in toward his ear and asked if he wanted to leave. He leaned back and nodded.
I grinned and took him by the hand, making our way out of the crowded bar. Outside, in the cool night air, we walked back to my car, our arms around each other. I was feeling good, very good. And very sexually aroused. My mind began racing, thinking of the possibilities that lay before me now. But the clock was ticking. I had to make up my mind what would happen next, by the time we got to the car. I would either take him back to his room, dropping him off, or drive us back to my hotel. Once more, I was beginning to sweat and became a bundle of nerves. As we stepped into the car and shut our doors, I started the engine.
“Where to now?” He asked. I pulled out onto the street and drove up to the next intersection. The light was red. When it turned green, I had to make a decision: turn right and take him to his room or left and back to my hotel room. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly and I glanced at him. Mark smiled and I grinned sheepishly in reply, quickly looking forward again. The light turned green.
“So?” He asked. “Where ya wanna go next?”
The car behind us honked, bringing me back to my senses. I stepped on the gas and made a left hand turn. Neither of us spoke, as I drove to the hotel. He knew I stayed there sometimes and he probably knew why I was driving in that direction. In the back of my mind, I was hoping he wasn’t wondering why I was taking him with me. My room was on the first floor, the door facing out toward the parking lot. I parked in front of my room and we both exited the car in silence.
Standing by the door, I fumbled momentarily with the key and finally managed to open it. As I stepped inside and set my wallet on the credenza, a sudden thought flashed through my mind: would he know to lock the door behind us? Or would he even do so? I didn’t want to turn around and look, so I quickly went to my overnight bag and set it upon the bed, opening it. Mark quietly sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, while I fumbled around inside my bag, doing nothing in particular, simply trying to keep my hands otherwise occupied while I tried to think of what to do next.
Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, as he watched.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asked. My hands began trembling, but thankfully they were buried inside my bag, so he couldn’t see them. “Gonna take a quick shower,” I mumbled, my voice cracking. So now that I knew what I wanted to do next, I forced my hands to search for my bath items. That’s when I felt something against my leg. The trembling in my hands had now ascended to my arms. Without making it obvious, I glanced to the side and saw Mark’s arm extended. It was him. He was touching me. He slowly ran his hand up and down my leg.
“This ok?” He whispered very softly. My eyes quickly darted back to the bag, and my head jerked up and down.
“Mm hm,” I squeaked nervously. I felt his hand slowly rise up the back of my leg under my short skirt. Higher it went until he was gently cupping the cheek of my ass. And when I felt his fingers squeeze softly, an involuntary sigh slipped past my lips.
I quickly fished my bath stuff from the bag and glanced down at him. “I’ll be right back,” I stammered, and made my way to the bathroom. Inside, I set my soap and shampoo on the bathroom counter and began undressing. I looked up and saw the door still open. Should I close it? I didn’t bother. I was in a hurry to get in the shower and hide. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and then pushed my panties down to join it. As I held my chin against my chest, watching my hands fumble with the buttons of my blouse, I noticed a movement behind me. I looked up and saw Mark’s reflection in the mirror. He was standing behind me in the doorway. I gave him a nervous grin and looked down at my hands, still working the buttons.
“Can I come in?” He asked. I could only nod. I felt him come up behind me and, when my blouse was finally loosened, he helped me take it off, laying it on the counter. “Thanks,” I mumbled. Then I reached back to unclasp my bra, but felt Mark’s hands already there.
“I’ll get it,” he said softly. I dropped my hands, placing them on the counter in front of me, and tried not to watch his reflection in the mirror, as he removed my bra. He pushed the straps over my shoulders and it fell down my arms. When my breasts came into view, I saw his eyes in the mirror staring at them. I blushed and quickly turned and stepped over to the shower, reaching inside to turn on the water. Behind me, I could sense more movement, but was too frightened to look. I knew he was probably undressing. I stood there with my arms folded on my chest, waiting for the water to warm, but I couldn’t keep standing there with him behind me, so I pulled back the curtain and stepped inside, closing it quickly.
The water was still a bit too cool, so I stood there holding my hands under the spray waiting for it to heat up. I looked at the curtain and could see Mark’s dark image. I watched as he bent over, apparently pushing down his jeans. Then I saw him step out of them, pulling them off his legs. His hands went to his waist and pushed his underwear down. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard. His murky gray image was moving again, this time toward the shower. I stepped under the shower and held my head up in the water, nervously running my hands over my face. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped, still hiding my face in the water.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
“S’ok,” I replied.
His hands began to move around to the front of my body and, in a quivering voice, I asked if he could hand me the soap. He released me and turned back to reach down for it on the edge of the tub. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him behind me, completely naked. And when he rose up, I quickly turned back to the water. Instead of handing the bar to me, Mark reached his hands around in front and rolled it between them under the water, building up a heavy lather. Then he placed his soapy hands on my shoulders and began washing my body. He moved across my shoulders to my neck, and I held my chin down, allowing him greater access. I closed my eyes, and felt his warm hands moving around my back, over my shoulder blades, down further to my waist, and finally to cup my ass in his hands. He started gently kneading my cheeks, and I felt myself begin to relax. And when he slipped a hand deep between my legs, pulling his fingers up between my cheeks, I sighed and pushed back against him. I was going to let him do whatever he liked. He lathered up his hands again and this time reached around to the front of my body. I lifted my elbows, allowing his hands unimpeded access. I turned my eyes downward and watched as he gently manipulated my breasts, massaging them and carefully teasing the nipples. God, it felt heavenly.
After a few moments of that, he let one hand slowly drift down my body. I laid my head back against him, knowing full well his next destination. And when his fingers curled around my vagina, my mouth opened and I sighed loudly.
“This ok?” He whispered in my ear.
I nodded happily, as his fingers gently slipped through my folds.
“How’s it feel?” He asked.
“…wonderful…” I sighed. I brought one of my hands up to his on my breast and placed the other atop his between my legs. Together we manipulated my body in unison. Mark stepped closer and I felt something hard pushing against my ass. My heart fluttered. It was his cock. With his hand still between my legs, I used mine to carefully guide one of his fingers into me. When he knew what I wanted, he took over and slipped the long digit into my body. I groaned, grinding my hips down upon our hands. Then I felt him kissing my neck. I opened my eyes and carefully turned around in his arms. When our eyes met, I smiled and could feel my face turning red from embarrassment.
Not only was I showering with my son, but I was also allowing him to touch my body in such a sexually explicit manner, and now he was kissing me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want us to be that intimate. I suppose in my mind, kissing was going too far. It would make us lovers and I didn’t want to be that way with him.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to my face. But before he could get the wrong idea, I craned my head around to his ear and whispered.
“No kissing, ok?”
Mark pulled back and smiled.
“Ok,” he replied.
I wiped the water from my face and patted my hands against his chest. “Your turn,” I said and stepped to the side, allowing him under the spray.
As our bodies slipped past each other, his erection grazed my hip. He stood under the water with his back to me, doing as I had, running his hands over his face and head, soaking his dark black hair.
I stepped back a bit and looked at his body. God, it was nice. He was really chiseled quite well, not wholly unlike his dad. I loved big beefy men like them. Mark, like his dad, was so much larger than me, and I adored how a body that size could dwarf my own, when making love.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and began running them over his body. I mimicked his previous movements on my body, letting my hands gently explore his. Over and around his strong back, down to his hips and over his buttocks, and finally up and around to his powerful chest. Mark had a magnificent body. His pecs were hard and his arms large and strong. I stepped up closer behind him and pushed the small patch of pubic hair on my groin against his ass, gently rubbing up and down, making sure he could feel it.
His hands dropped from his head and reached down for my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers dug into the muscles of his chest and I was so tempted to kiss and bite his back. Instead, I let my hands leave his chest and slowly make their way down. When they reached his groin, I brought them together and found his amazingly hard cock sticking straight out from his body.
We both groaned, as one hand gripped the length of his cock and the other cupped his heavy testicles, cinched up into a tight ball. I worked my hand up and down his full length. In the forefront of my mind, I wanted to feel his powerful tool in my body; in my mouth. I wanted to orally pleasure him, as I did his dad. I loved oral sex and was equally passionate about having such a wonderful cock erupt in my mouth.
But then my body wanted more. It wanted to feel this source of sexual pleasure elsewhere… Between my legs.
My fingers squeezed the head of his cock, and Mark moaned. That brought me back to my senses, and I realized we couldn’t have intercourse. I simply couldn’t do that with him. Not with my own son. It was bad enough, what we were doing in my hotel room together, but to allow him to fuck me? No. That would be going too far into the abyss.
I released his body and he slowly turned to face me. I grinned up at him and he smiled back in reply. Then my hands blindly reached out for his wonderfully erect cock. He closed his eyes and began slowly thrusting it through my fingers. I looked down and had my first look at it. My heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful. Long and hard with pulsing veins and an angry, engorged purple head. I wrapped both hands around him and began tugging.
Mark sighed and placed his hands on my breasts. As he squeezed and pulled on them, I did likewise to his cock.
“God, I’m gonna cum, if you keep doing that,” he moaned. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, almost pleadingly. I giggled nervously and stopped the movement of my hands.
“You like that?” I asked. His eyebrows rose and he nodded.
“God, yeah.”
“Better hurry up,” I said, releasing him. “Water’s gonna get cold.”
And very soon it did.
Outside the shower, we both dried off. I finished before Mark and wrapped my towel around my torso, leaning back against the bathroom counter. I watched as he brought his towel to his head and rubbed his hair vigorously. My eyes drifted down to his cock. It was still long and hard, curving far out from his body. He was standing not two feet in front of me, and I reached out and took him in my hand. He paused briefly from drying his hair, as I stood there stroking him.
Then he brought the towel down and dropped it to the floor, stepping closer to me. I kept my eyes on his cock, as he reached for my towel and pulled it from my body. When it was on the floor, his hand went between my legs and I spread my knees. He slipped a finger deep into me and I grit my teeth, clenched my fingers hard around the throbbing cock in my hand.
Mark took another step closer. Another finger entered my body and he began twisting them around inside me. I grunted and felt a warm tingling sensation building between my legs.
When his breathing came harder, I knew it was time to stop. I stood up and, guiding him by his cock, brought him out to the bed. We stood by the side of the bed momentarily and placed our hands on each other’s chests, running them all around. My knees began shaking and I could sense the same nervousness in him.
I turned and climbed onto the bed. Mark came up behind me, as I began to crawl on all fours to the opposite side, and then I felt his hands on my hips, stopping me and pulling me back to him. I looked over my shoulder and he smiled. Slowly I scooted back and watched as he ran his hand between my legs and over my soaking vagina.
I closed my eyes and purred, lowering my head and chest to the mattress, allowing my ass to stick straight up for him. His fingers continued to manipulate me and soon I felt them enter my body. With my eyes still closed, my mouth opened and I sighed. Another finger followed the first, and Mark started swirling them around inside me, taking up a rhythmic in and out motion. I rocked my body onto his hand, fucking it gently, as my mind entered a hazy fog.
Cooing softly, I felt him withdraw his fingers.
“…more…” I whispered. I felt him moving through my folds, and when he found my clit, a spark shot up my spine. “…awww, yeah…” I whimpered softly.
Then I felt him enter me once more and soon I was rocking back against him. “…god, that feels so good…” I whispered hoarsely.
That’s when I noticed something very different. Something had changed. I could feel both of his hands on my hips, but something was still inside me moving around, in and out.
I quickly lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. Mark was kneeling behind me on the bed, his eyes closed and a wide grin on his face, as his hands gripped my hips. His cock was in me. My entire body began shaking violently. He must have sensed this and began thrusting into me harder, the sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together filling the quiet room.
I watched in horror, as my son and I had intercourse.
“Oh shit!” I hissed. Mark heard me and held his cock deep inside, grinding his hips against my ass. Then he tossed his head back and his jaw dropped. He started pounding harder.
I quickly turned away, my eyes open wide with shock, and made little more than a half-hearted attempt to crawl across the bed. But Mark’s hold on me was strong. I could feel my breasts swinging on my chest.
I gasped. “Oh my God,” I thought. “He’s fucking me! We’re actually fucking! It wasn’t supposed to go this far!”
Just then, Mark’s hands went to my shoulders and he groaned loudly, as he pounded against me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He exclaimed. A sudden whirlwind of emotions swept over me. While one hand clenched the sheets tightly, the other flew between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit. I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark’s cries of passion. My body started convulsing, and then I felt it.
He suddenly stopped thrusting, holding his cock deep in my body, and I felt a tremor along his length. He cried out, and a hot spurt shot far inside my vagina, followed up quickly by another and another. I gasped, as he ejaculated into my womb. But as much as a part of my mind reeled against this, my body had a will of its own and pushed back onto him, desperately trying to impale itself onto his throbbing cock. Several more strong spurts entered me. We were both crying out loudly now.
“God!” I gasped. “Fuck me!”
I whipped my head around and looked at my son, clenching his teeth as he filled me with his hot seed. “Fuck me!” I cried again. “Cum inside me!”
Mark growled and pulled hard on my hips. I could still feel the tip of his cock pulsing. And then, just as quickly, it stopped.
He released me and slumped back, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. He was breathing hard, as I dropped my head to the mattress, shaking it from side to side.
“…oh fuck…” I sighed.
Mark rolled over and lay on the bed. As I continued to kneel there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath, I felt his hand on my arm. I slowly turned my face to him.
“You ok?” He whispered, still breathing hard. I closed my eyes and turned away, nodding. He rubbed his fingers up and down my arm, trying to comfort me.
God, it wasn’t supposed to have gone this far. I figured at most, all we’d do is lay in bed and masturbate, maybe helping the other. At the very most, I had toyed with the idea of giving him a blowjob. But now this? This hadn’t even been a remote possibility, in my mind. It wasn’t what I wanted. But the truth is, as I lay there on a bed in a dark hotel room with my son, my body felt amazingly good.
I rose up and crawled over, lying down next to him and staring at the ceiling. We were both silent for a long time, long after our breathing had calmed down.
Mark rolled onto his side to face me. He placed his hand on my arm, and I slowly turned my head to look at him.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” I whispered in the dark. I could barely make out the smile on his face.
“How was it?” He asked.
I turned my eyes back to the ceiling.
“Nice,” I replied. His hand moved to my chest and I felt him rolling my nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and asked if we could go to sleep.
“Sure,” he said, and then sat up, pulling the blankets over us.
by jtmalone70 ()