Mom asked me. “Well, that was odd; he was asking you questions. I never trusted him; be careful who you tell. Now did you feel like he knew we kissed, baby? Because I did, you are a great kisser; your girlfriend must be a dumb-ass to do this to you.”
I went over my night and when things went south in detail. I received a call from Susan, who gave me a link to watch my nudes online.
Mom and I watched on our computer crap; the videos have four thousand views in less that six hours. My Mom wolf-whistled and says. “She’s an idiot, you hot son. Damn, are we going to burn in hell for that kiss?”
I answered. “Not yet, Mom. If I’m going to do any burning in hell, there are things I want to do to you, Brenda, to make catching on fire worth it. Damn, Mom, you smell so good.”
As I move near you, to feel your warmth.
Mom says. “The driveway bell rang again, which made us full up. I go turn the no room in the inn sign on.”
I grab a kiss from Mom as she turns to jelly in my arms. As our kiss lasted till the office doorbell rang, I lifted your chin up, kissed your nose walking away.
I mouthed from the office I love you as I stepped out to help the guest get the last room. Mom started dinner as I got a call that one of the room A.C.s would not work. I went to room #21 circuit breaker was the fix. I stopped off at the room and checked if it had power. The room did but not the window unit. So I went to the service room and swapped the breaker out. I went back, and the unit was putting out cold air.
I go back, and Mom and I eat dinner; we touch hands like teenagers. Brenda is trembling as we eat a green salad and a slice of quiche. I keep stroking your arm and smiling as you try to look down at your food. Then, finally, I kiss your hand, and you moan.
I say. “I’m worried, Mom. Are you mad that I kissed my best girl?”
You leaned over and kissed me again night and day, kissing my Mom vs. my ex. I stick with my Mom, thanks.
Mom says. “Watch the desk, please, baby.”
As she was going to grab a shower. I am putting up the dishes in the dishwasher when I notice the master bedroom door is open, and you can see the steam coming out the open bathroom doorway from the table. This is a first, and I go into the bathroom. I stood at the door as I watched you shower. You see me watching you spend extra time soaping up your cute peaches as your hand drops between your legs, and you begin rubbing. I take my polo shirt off, popping my pecs at you dropping my pants so you can see my dick get harder. You shudder and moan your come. As I step to join you in the shower, the damn front desk phone rings. I pull my pants up, put my shirt back on, and go to answer the phone. The room wants a wake-up call and an iron for six am.
I drop the iron off with three pieces of chocolate. I have been doing it for two years. We were only booked during the summer season, but we give out candy anytime a guest calls for anything. Now we’re busy all year long giving good service gets good reviews. I tap on the door; a guy answers and thanks me. I return to Mom dressed, helping someone find an empty room at one of the other motels, and send them off. My Mom’s hand on my back drifts down to my tight ass as she rubs me and whispers in a low whisper. “You’re making that burning thing fun, baby.”
The night guy Doug is due at ten pm, and my Mom and I can watch a movie to unwind. So we search for what to watch. Mom curls up next to me, touching me. My ex, the bitch never felt this hot. Was the sin making it better, or was it some strange love that could not be answered? I did not feel naked just a while ago nor judged, and there is the fact she came just looking at me. The person in this world that knows more about me than anyone who loves me without question.
Is it too much to ask that we can love and be left alone, or is it too much sin? I don’t want that answer. We watched a movie about something too hard to think when your bone is hard. But we occasionally kissed, nothing too much for a boy or girl thing but way over the line for a mom and son. We started a second movie, but we both wanted to kiss and touch each other in our best places.
Mom says. “Take me to bed, baby; show me some-more fire.”
I kissed and pulled your nipples to moans smothered in my neck. Taking you to bed, I lay down, kicking off my shoes. I slip my hand under your nightdress. You’re not wearing panties, and my fingers find your hot wet lips to your near scream as you bite my neck just under my shirt. I tease your hard clit as it grows large, my ex let me do this over her jeans, but this is hotter. I found your mouth as my fingers rubbed you as you did earlier. You have trouble breathing as you get near. You come quick, kissing you. Your mouth grows cold as you arch your back and spray all over my hand, drenching your night dress; you keep kissing me as you return to earth.
I answered back. “Mom, you been shaking all night. You have not been able to look me in the eye. You need time to be sure there is no going back if we cross this line. I rather become a monk than hurt you, my love. You can’t be a one-night stand I want forever.”
I kissed you good night and got out of bed, I say. “Thank you for a wonderful first date, and I’ll see you after I swim at dawn.”
Kissing you again, I touched your chin to find your lips. This time I had a tongue in the game; you trembled again in my arms, and you say. “Good night, peanut sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite; damn, you’re so hot. You’re right; we must think about it, but it felt right.”
I just knew sleep would not happen too many worries. I fell asleep at the thought of my Mom’s kiss on my lips and slept the entire night. I woke with a boner and a wet spot on my shorts. I go to do the bathroom thing, slipping on my wet suit. Summer water temp runs around in the 70s at dawn, and if you get too cold, you don’t want to work out, but I swim all year or run. Finally, I get to the water, and now I’m swimming without thinking about whatever happens happens; I’m not in control of my life, but I can make choices.
The wind was too strong from offshore, and hard to fight the tide. So I got out and went in to run as I saw Susan’s jeep pull off the road onto the beach.
She pulls up with hot coffee, splits her bear claw with me, and says. “Your lucky son, the D.A., has seen the video. He showed it to the judge and issued a search warrant. The video was uploaded twenty minutes before the 911 call, and the call did not come from the hotel. They got the number. It came from your Ex’s home, the mayor’s home. The judge said it stunk they’re looking deeper, they I.D. three of your so-called friends in the video, and they are looking into their uploads. All might not be lost but mind what you say. The officer who came to talk to you is friends with the mayor, not your Mom.”
I again thanked her and say. “Some little birdie needs to send the videos to the T.V. station, but if leaked too soon, I might end up in jail.”
Susan laughed and says. “You are just like your Mom, smart and deadly when you get older. I will tell you how she stood down the whole football team. The major and the officer were both on the team at the time, or your Mom will.”
I ran back to the Motel, showered, and went to see what was on the to-do list. Then, seeing Mom in the kitchen making breakfast tacos, I came up behind you and hugged you to your sighs.
You patted my head, and my Mom says. “I’ll thought I stay up all night not getting any sleep; guess we’re ready to burn in hell. I heard all the Sunday school lectures and the fire and brimstone later at church, but I slept like a baby who’s well loved.”
I say. “I know, right? It feels right. I slept like I swam six matches all in one day. My Mom made me do it. Thank you, Mom.”
I nibbled on my Moms neck and ear lobe to a moan; Mom turned around and says. “If we do this, I need you to call me Brenda in bed. So we don’t need to be reminded of our sin; we can’t have dates or nights out you in for burning with your Mother baby.”
You kissed me again we both felt the fire.
I say. “Mom sounds good, but the mayor and officer from your high school football team might be behind this. I told him I was fuzzy on what happened, much less when it happened. So you call me in if either one shows up, and I’m out working. I think they’re going after me to hurt you.”
I hear the bell ding on the driveway as I wait at the front desk and note what needs to be done. It’s the football hero cop’s car, and it’s parked out front not that weird the officers often write up their reports parked off the road in our parking lot. Mom brings my tacos to the office as she watches the monitor with me; Mom tells me the story. “If the then mayor had not interceded for the football team, none of them would have gone to college. They should have gone to jail, but the rich live by different rules.
I went and started my chores, cleaning the drains and checking the A.C. for new air filters and cleaned them. Mom’s two-way crackled three rooms or an hour later said the suits were here. I dropped my tools, washed my hands, and took the stairs four at a time. Going up the back stairs and texted Mom’s friend Susan. As I came down the stairs, I could hear them talking about me there from the school board. I heard Mom tell them. “He ran to the janitor’s supply.”
After a few minutes, Susan entered the lobby, poured her coffee, and asked what was up.
One of the suits says that the school board wanted to take me to the mayor’s office. “They got a call from the mayor’s office and wanted to speak to me.”
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