Date: Tue, 24 May 2022 21:25:24 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Hotel Mothers (bisexual, incest) "Hotel Mothers" by heyall *** Grace argued with the front desk manager. Because of overbooking, her hotel reservation was no longer available and she was left without a room. "I'm scheduled to speak here tomorrow. How could this happen?" Sure, there were other rooms at nearby hotels, but she needed a room at this hotel. It was the same building where the Medical Conference was being held and she was a guest speaker. Treatments and preventions for new viruses spreading around the globe were her specialty. "There's nothing that can be done," the manager said. "We are simply over-booked. On a personal note, I truly appreciate the type of work that you do. It's a great service to society and I feel awful about this situation." "Thank you, but you have to understand," Grace pleaded. "I absolutely NEED to stay at this hotel. I've brought model objects and pamphlets with me. Hauling them across the street would be a hassle. I mean, just look at this!" She gestured to her son, a college biology major who stood beside their luggage and containers. The desperate plea seemed to have worked somehow. She noticed a shift in the manager's demeanor, as if sympathy had been the key all along. "We may have a special accommodation," the manager said after a moment of reflection. "Is your son 18 years of age?" "He's almost 19," Grace replied, wondering about the relevance of this. "He's my informal assistant and I'm showing him the importance of scientific research." "Please, follow me." They went to the front desk, while other attendees of the big event were checking into their rooms. The manager pulled out a pamphlet, and while speaking in a hushed tone, explained the unusual circumstance of the top floor. "Our CEO has an interest in certain vices and perhaps you can take advantage of it. Please, have a look at this top floor suite. Our finest accommodations, free of charge, provided you meet the strict guidelines listed here." Grace and her son huddled to look at the pamphlet. Everything about it seemed vague, but the main points were clear: A MOM/SON SPECIAL -- The top floor was reserved for mothers and sons only. -- Five Star accommodations in all aspects. -- 24 hour room service for lubricants, towels, and cleaning. -- No doors on any room. -- Sharing is encouraged in the suits, pool, and sauna. No explanation what 'sharing' meant. -- $400 per night. "This offer is pricey," Grace said. The manager nodded. "All fees will be waived because of the misunderstanding, and because I deeply respect the medical work that you're doing. I also think you'll fit right in, granted, you must fulfill the terms of the agreement." Looking at the pamphlet once again, Grace relished these accommodations. Being overworked these last few years had taken its toll. A luxury room could be exactly what she needed. "We'll take it," she said with a wide smile, forgetting all the drama that had previously unfolded. "Wonderful. But to be clear, I need to make sure you understand the nature of this hotel experience." Grace playfully scoffed. "The mom/son thing? Forget it. Robbie is my best friend. I've taken him to other events around the country. We know how to share a room. No problem." "Excellent. Give me a moment and I'll get you settled in." When the manager went behind the front desk to book the room, Grace gave an excited thumbs up to her son. "How lucky are we?" she said. "It's incredible how fast luck can change. I mean, did you see those pictures? Breathtaking." Robert tried not to laugh. "I don't think you understood." "What do you mean?" "I could be wrong, but it seems... weird." "Tell me what you're thinking," she said. "The title of this promotion is `Mom/Son Special.' Come on, what do you think that means?" She shook her head. "Have you lost your mind? This is a Five Star hotel. Stop thinking dirty." "I know, I could be wrong. But the manager was filled with innuendo like he was afraid to explain this stuff in public. Think about it." "Again, stop with the dirty mind. The manager providing free accommodations is a thoughtful gesture." "Yeah, rooms with no doors." "That can't be literal," she reasoned. "Of course there's going to be doors on the rooms." The manager returned with a contract, which Grace skimmed and signed, assuming it was a formality to ensure that guests would follow these satirical rules. Apparently this hotel was serious about "Mother/Son Confidentiality" along with the need "to give like-minded mothers a sense of discretion." Grace was handed keycards and the manager snapped his fingers so that employees would load their luggage onto a cart. They went towards the elevator and headed to the top floor. A few minutes later, the elevator door opened and they stepped into the hallway. The manager stopped them from going further. The manager cleared his throat. "This floor has been specifically renovated for romantic, like-minded mother/son purposes. We couldn't do this in the main lobby, but here, I'll require proof of cultural fit." Grace looked at her son, who had been right all along. Her relief over the new room had vanquished, and her dismay of being roomless had returned. Was she supposed to turn down this offer and find another hotel? Or... she could just go along with it. "That? I know what you meant," she fibbed, laughing it off. "This doesn't bother us at all. In fact, we'll feel right at home here." "Rules of the hotel, ma'am. You'll need to tongue-kiss your son for verification." Looking at her son, she knew that neither of them wanted to leave this gorgeous hotel. But the fact was, Grace was a lesbian and the last man she kissed (or had sex with) was Robert's father, which was over a decade ago. In many ways, Grace had always known she was a lesbian and got married out of pressure to feel normal. To her surprise, Robert took charge of her hesitation, stepped forward, held her face, and planted a big kiss on her lips. Their mouths meshed together in the most unholy of ways. It had been so long since she last kissed a man that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. Her son's hands were firm and the kiss was forceful. A stark difference to kissing a feminine woman. Her tongue went to a place she never thought it would go; into her son's mouth. She tasted her son's warm saliva. The moment she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, Grace knew this had to end. She broke the kiss, unable to look her son in the eyes. Then she turned towards the manager and forced herself to smile. "Proof enough?" she asked with a perk, and a false confidence. "Thank you. Right this way." They were guided down the hallway and Grace was still too embarrassed to look at her son. Robert didn't say anything either. As advertised, there weren't any doors to any of the rooms and the keycards were for billing purposes. She heard moaning sounds coming from a room up ahead. She did her best to avoid looking as they approached. But as she was just outside that room, she took a quick peek and saw it; a mature naked woman was bent over a bed, with a young stud behind her, pounding her hard. It took Grace's breath away as they kept walking down the hall. Was that an actual mother/son? Or was this some fantasy roleplay? It had to be a roleplay, she figured. There's no way this was real. Another question swirled in her mind; would anyone look inside HER room? The thought made Grace shiver with great discomfort. She was a woman who valued privacy. God only knows how many perverts will try to peek inside her room, hoping to glimpse her naked or wishing she'd be fucking her son. They made it to her room. No door. But the inside of the room was beyond gorgeous. The quality was five-stars and unlike any place she had ever stayed before. The manager explained all the perks while the employee unloaded everything. After everything was explained to them and the manager was ready to leave, all that was left was the paper on the table. "This is the schedule for mornings, afternoons, and nights. If you are in this hotel room during these times, then you are required to participate. Each room has different schedules. It keeps things lively at all times. Does this make sense?" "Ahhh... yes... perfectly," she said with another false smile. "Room service will check on you periodically, and if you're not performing as the schedule states, then you'll be asked to leave. It's harsh, but the erotic environment is what people are paying for." After profusely thanking the manager for the free accommodations, he left, and Grace turned to her son with the most baffled expression. *** "What have we done?" Grace whispered, mindful there was little privacy, while taking a sip of wine. They sat on their respective side of the large bed. They could hear sounds of people having sex outside, while they re-read the schedule in disbelief. "I guess we're screwed," he said. "Very funny." He looked at the paper again. "Seriously, we are. According to this, I'm supposed to screw you from behind in the bathroom, while you're facing the mirror. Then tomorrow morning, you're supposed to give me a blowjob while I sit by the window. Oh, and the curtains have to open." "Robbie!" she hollered, before quieting herself. "Watch your language. I've never heard you talk like that before." "Sorry. I'm only reading what this says." Sinking deeper into the bed, Grace was totally relaxed and put the wine on the bedside table. The flight was stressful and tomorrow would be the biggest day of her life. She needed this rest. She needed a hotel of this quality and convenience. "What are we going to do?" she complained. "This bed is amazing. This room is amazing. If we have to stay in a different hotel, I'll be sad." "I have an idea, but you might not like it." "Tell me. We're short on options." Robert gestured to the paper. "We could try and fake what's on this schedule. Think about it, how carefully do you think the employees will check?" "How are we supposed to fake having sex or doing a blowjob? Jesus, now I'm the one using foul language." They laughed at the absurdity and she sank deeper into the cushy bed. At her age, a late-afternoon nap was always a remedy. She was a strong believer in mental recovery and her body was accustomed to resting at this hour. "Wait, the schedule," he said. "We have to be naked, or else they'll kick us out." The sound of sex in the background was making Grace aroused, but the fact was, she was exhausted and ready to surrender. Her life's work led to this and she needed to remain committed during this critical time period. She closed her eyes. "Go ahead, do it for me. Consider this your lucky day." "Are you sure? I mean, did you have too much wine?" "Do it before I change my mind." With her eyes still closed, she unfastened her top, then seconds later, she felt her son's hands doing the rest. While getting stripped naked, she imagined herself with her most recent lesbian lover. She imagined getting undressed by a woman, then kissing, and giving each other oral sex. It certainly made things easier than thinking about her own son. It's the ultimate sacrifice, she thought. Her life's work, coming down to this, getting naked at the hands of her son. Robert's eyes peered at her body. She fell asleep to the sound of people having sex in the distant background. * It was almost 5 pm and someone was tapping her shoulder, interrupting her nap. The feeling of her naked skin against the blanket was a rude awakening. This wasn't a dream, it was real. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Seeing her son naked was a life changing moment. This was the first time she'd ever seen Robert naked as an adult. Nudity was something they both concealed at home, now everything had changed. As much as Grace loved women, the sight of that hanging cock was something to behold. She sat upright and gasped. "Oh my god... Robert..." she gasped. What surprised Grace more than anything was that her son remained calm about this, as if being naked together wasn't a big deal. She wondered if her son was secretly enjoying it. Of course he was, Grace thought. "There's a room service lady providing towels and other items from a cart. She's holding a clipboard, too. She's almost here." "That's not good." "Should we pretend we're doing the schedule?" Her eyes gave a sharp look. "You mean, pretend to have sex?" "Do you have a better idea? We could get kicked out of this hotel." She sighed in defeat. "Alright, let's do it. I don't want to leave." Thinking fast, Grace hopped out of bed, grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. Both of them remained naked. The request on the official schedule was raunchy. The hotel wanted the mother to be bent over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror, while the son was fucking her from behind; ass or pussy. When she actually bent over the bathroom counter, things turned serious. Her forearms were on the counter and her face was just inches away from the mirror. She heard Robert gasp from this salacious pose. "Is there a problem?" she asked, as her son caught a generous look at her asshole. "No," he replied. "It's just weird that we're both naked." "You're the one who undressed me earlier. And you got naked on your own accord. Now pretend to grind against me. Make sure you don't go inside." She couldn't bring herself to look at her son's reflection in the mirror anymore. It was just so awkward. Grace shivered, but she remained firm. Then she felt her son's pubic hairs and crotch pressing against her bare butt. She felt her son's penis graze against her labia as they simulated sex. As a mother, she could sense her son's hesitation. The trembling fingers and lack of a firm grip. Her son was an athletic and outgoing young man. Now her son was struggling with an act of sex, which she knew he had before. "You can move closer," she said, wiggling her hips. "We have to make this realistic." "Okay, got it." Listening to orders, Robert pressed his crotch harder and Grace felt the cock glide against her labia once again. Only now, the cock was hard! She struggled with the emotions that came with her son's long shaft curving upwards on her labia, but this was the price she had to pay. Nothing is ever free, as it turned out. Keeping her head down, she whispered, "Let's hold this position. I can hear room service coming." They waited there and Grace tried to block out the uncomfortable nature of this hold. But that was impossible. The fact was, her son's erection remained against her labia and it seemed to get harder. Without a doubt, this intimate contact enamored her son. "Room service," a female voice rang. "We're in here," Robert replied. Looking at the mirror, Grace saw the mind-boggling image of herself naked, breasts hanging down, with Robert behind her, thrusting gently. Her body was rocking back and forth from the motions. Down below, she felt her son's erection rubbing across her labia -- occasionally stroking her clitoris -- and if this continued, she knew she'd cum. A busty hispanic woman entered the bathroom holding towels with one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand. The woman was unphased by this act of incestuous pleasure. Putting the towels on the counter, right beside Grace, the room service attendant held the clipboard in hand to do an inspection. The attendant knelt down and examined Grace's body. as if being a building inspector or a health code professional, checking the depth of penetration. "It's not inside," the woman said in an accusatory tone. "Let's try this again." Grace kept her face forward, and as the room service attendant guided Robert's cock to her wet pussy, all she could do was enjoy. The attendant kept a close eye on the incestuous fucking to make sure that everything was legitimate. There was no messing around. No acts of fraud. It had to be the real thing. "You two are new here," the woman said, writing notes on the clipboard. "I'll make sure the cum filling is complete." This marked the first time a man had fucked her in over a decade, much less her own son. She'd become so used to having her pussy licked by women that she'd forgotten what an enormous cock felt like. But she couldn't ruin the relationship with her son by moaning and expressing her pleasure. She couldn't let her son know that his cock felt magnificent. Her face twisted with gritted teeth and arched eyebrows. This was the first time she'd seen her own face during orgasm and it was embarrassing to watch. She clenched her jaw when she came, and at the same time, she felt Robert filling her pussy with cum. They both relaxed after a while, with her pussy filled to the brim with hot cum. A fresh, cum-cocktail thanks to her son. "This is excellent," the woman said, taking a final round of notes. "Be sure to check the schedule early tomorrow morning. We have a special event planned in the pool area for anyone interested." Grace and Robert `thanked' the woman, even though they were compelled into doing this. When the cock plopped out of her pussy, the room service attendant used a towel to clean Robert's flaccid cock, then wiped down her thighs, labia, and any excess cum from her hole. The attendant took the dirty towel and left the room, as if this were another simple day at work. Grace was dumbfounded by the aftermath. "Oh my god," she said, using her forearm to cover her pink nipples, and her other hand to cover her pussy. "We'll pretend this never happened and I expect you to never mention this again." Her son agreed, though Grace knew that he'd always have fond memories of this. In truth, she would, too. The orgasm was the best she'd ever had, but she could never admit that to anyone. Ever. *** It was 7:31 a.m. the next morning and Grace was in the shower, doing her best to focus on the presentation she'd be giving to some of the top medical researchers in the world. Her attention should be on the speech, instead of thinking about mothers fucking their sons. After washing off the soap and shampoo, she heard her son calling, which was a surprise because they had already talked about privacy. She thought their normal boundaries had returned. Apparently not. "Mom... you have to see this," Robert said. She ignored the fact that she was naked in the shower and turned her attention towards her son. There was no point in being modest anymore, they'd already had sex yesterday and Robert was standing in the bathroom. "Just tell me. My presentation starts in two hours." Trust me, you have to see this." Grace's interest was piqued because if anything had Robert spooked, it must have been something truly salacious. Now she had to see it. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a towel. With time of the essence, she wrapped a towel around her body and walked barefoot down the hallway with her son. There weren't any sounds of people having sex in their rooms. But there were sounds of water splashing and some light-hearted banter. "Look over there," Robert said, gesturing towards the pool area. Grace looked at the pool and her heart nearly stopped. There were young men, college-aged, all completely naked, laughing and joking amongst themselves while sitting on the edge of the pool. Mature, naked women were in the pool with their heads buried in the crotches of the young men, bobbing upwards and downwards. It was a real life mom/son blowjob-fest. Her heartbeat rose and soon it was pounding. She watched the women suck with joy and enthusiasm, while listening to the banter of pleasure from the young men. "My mom has the advantage here. Look at her cheeks!" "Your mom doesn't deepthroat. My mom goes all the way." "Gentlemen, it's all about the lips and tongue. If you're nice, maybe I'll share my mother, but that's highly unlikely." The young men were playfully competitive as the moms tended lovingly to their cocksucking. It was a mesmerizing vision that was beyond anything that could be seen in porn. Not only was this an oral-orgy, but Grace knew this was true incest. Call it maternal instinct, but she felt a powerful energy that only mothers could feel. "Let's go," she said softly, not wanting to alert anyone to their spying. They headed back to their room and Grace had trouble walking. Her pussy was drenched and she was confronted with the stark reality that mom/son couplings were her new favorite fetish. She questioned whether being a lesbian was enough to satisfy all her sexual desires. As fate would have it, a room service attendant was pushing a cart down the hall for morning services. Their room was next and now they had to perform once again. Grace considered getting her wallet and handing the attendant a few hundred dollars in cash to avoid reporting them. But would that really work? Surely the woman wouldn't jeopardize her job. "Do you think she'll let us slide?" Grace asked her son. "After what we just saw? This place is serious business." Before stepping into their room, she took a moment to assess their options. If they were exposed as frauds and kicked out, Grace's entire mindset for her medical presentation would be ruined. She panicked and imagined all of her luggage being removed from the hotel. She held her son's hand. "Do what I say and this will be over soon. Today is a big day and I can't afford any mistakes. Okay?" "Got it.." The room service attendant was coming and Grace quickly wore her bra and panties. Then she slipped into her outfit. Time was short and she needed to prepare for the big event, while also fulfilling her duties to the hotel. She went to the window and pulled the curtains open. There was a view of the busy downtown street and nearby office buildings. She pulled a chair towards the window and pushed her son to sit on it. "Pull your pants down," she said with authority. "We have to stick with the schedule." "But the schedule calls for..." "A blowjob by the window," she answered. "I know what it says. Now hurry." Robert pulled everything down to his ankles, exposing a penis that was excited from the poolside show they had seen moments earlier. She sighed, "Perhaps we should have gone to a different hotel. Oh well, we've already come this far." Dropping to her knees, her bare feet arched on the floor and her toes dug into the carpet. It was the perfect submissive pose. Taking the plunge, she used one hand to grab her son's balls, and another hand to grab the shaft. She opened her mouth and swooped down to engulf her son's dick. While sucking, she prayed the attendant would come, check on them, and leave for the next room. "Oh god," he moaned. It filled Grace's heart with a perverse sense of twisted pride that she could get this reaction out of her son. She sucked and slurped even harder to see what else she could do to him. Her panties were ruined by the best cock she'd ever sucked. There was knocking near the entrance. "Room service," the attendant said. Grace let the cock plop out of her mouth. "You can leave the towels there. We're almost done." "Okay lovebirds, I understand. Let me check if all the supplies in the room are up to par. I'm sure you two incestuous lovers have made quite a mess." Still in the kneeling position, Grace waited for the woman to leave, but the woman took her time tending to duties around the room. It was pointless to wait and she didn't want to raise suspicions, so she kept on sucking off her son. Her son moaned and squirmed. It was insanely arousing doing this while another woman was in the same room, who occasionally watched the blowjob as if part of the inspection. Grace had to wonder if anyone in the adjacent office building was seeing this with the curtains so wide open. She'd be mortified if anyone saw this, especially since she was wearing a new outfit. She was dressed for success with her son's dick in her mouth. From the hallway and doorless entrance, she heard it: "Whoa, check out the new mom," a young man said. "Now that's some true love cocksucking right there." "Beautiful outfit," one mom said, presumably to another mom. "I wonder if she's part of the medical conference, too?" The other mom replied. "It wouldn't surprise me. Doctors work so much that they need stress relief however they can. Even if it means giving a blowjob to her son. More power to her." Grace's face turned beet red as the couples passed by and saw her performing this unholy sexual act. But despite the shame and humiliation, she somehow became even more turned on. A fire burned inside her. She needed to finish this as soon as possible so she could check-in for the event. She stroked and stroked. Sucked and sucked. Her hand and mouth had never worked in such unison. And her suction? She was sure that she could seal a bag with the way she was sucking on her son's dick. "Oh fuck, mom... mom!" Her lipstick was ruined when Robert exploded into her mouth. The first shot of cum flew down her throat. The second shot hit the top of her mouth. The rest coated her tongue and the walls of her mouth, with the excess dripping from her lips, creating a beautiful gloss. She looked at her son again, who was panting and sweating. "All done," the attendant said. "I'll be leaving now. Beautiful blowjob, by the way. I love how much you care for your son. Have a great day." "You too," she said with a cummy smile, realizing she had white globs across her lips and some on her front teeth. The attendant left and Grace had a messy mouthful, still in awe over how carried away she got from sucking. She gulped and swallowed a few times to clear her mouth, as spitting would have been insulting to her son. Then she stood up and used the back of her hand to wipe away the remaining fluids around her lips and chin. "We definitely came to the right hotel," he joked after the amazing relief. She smiled. "I need to rinse my mouth, then I have to check-in for the conference. Behave when I'm gone, okay?" "Best of luck with everything, mom." Grace went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth clean of the delicious, creamy flavor so her breath wouldn't smell like cum. She fixed her appearance. It was the first day of the conference and she needed to look the part of a medical professional. After giving her son a good-luck kiss, she went to the lobby and got another surprise. The mothers from the pool were all medical experts scheduled to speak. One mom was actually the keynote speaker, a woman with an esteemed background and accolades from around the world. As it turned out, the keynote speaker had amazing deepthroating abilities as well. Grace blushed and introduced herself, as if joining the club. The End always remember ~~ you are important Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories