Literotic asexstories – Weathering the Storm by UndyingDevotion,UndyingDevotion “Peter? Any luck yet?” Peter heard the concern in his mom’s voice as clear as day, watching from the corner of his eye as she stepped back into the kitchen, unable to keep herself from fidgeting from any longer that a minute at a time.
“Nothing yet, the reports are all saying that the storm is only going to get worse from here on,” Peter reluctantly gave the answer, focusing on the small television perched on the counter across from him, briefly looking at the list of departing and arriving flights on his phone. “It’s too early to say, but I think they’re going to cancel your flight, all the outbound flights keep getting delayed.”
“And there’s no sign of the storm clearing?” Sarah nervously bit her leap, leaning over the kitchen island as she watched the incoming news reports with Peter. Any glimmer of hope she still had of making her flight were dashed as a graphic of lightning laced storm clouds moved across the screen, on a bearing that directly sliced through the path between the airport and her intended destination. “I guess not then. There goes any chance of a promotion.”
“I’m sure your company will understand if you don’t make it in time,” Peter brushed a hand across his mom’s back, which was left mostly bare by the rose red sundress she had selected for what should have been a warm summer’s day, entirely unsuited for the freak weather event. “What do they expect you to do? Change the weather?”
“Knowing the partners, that would be an underestimation of their expectations,” she sighed, forced to accept the reality of the situation. With no hope in sight, she was ready to unpack her suitcase and resign herself to yet another year of filing and sorting paperwork in the basement of ‘Johnson, Carlysle, and O’Kane’, the law firm she worked for. “All that work, down the drain. All because I couldn’t make it to a silly conference.”
Peter felt a stab at his heart as he took in the sight of his despondent mother, watching her shaking her head gently. The past few years had been tumultuous for the Richards family, starting with the collapse of the marriage of Peter’s parents. The divorce had marked the end of a series of increasingly volatile and toxic arguments between his mother and his father, Philip, stemming from the affair he had engaged in with his long-time secretary. Despite the effort of Peter’s mom to at least make the marriage overcome such a betrayal, but Peter knew deep down that even she could see that the relationship had been dealt a fatal blow.
Barely a month passed following the filing of divorce proceedings before Peter’s father moved out of the family home, setting up with the very woman who had played a critical role in the breakup of the family. Philip had been ‘kind’ enough to allow Peter and his mom to keep their modest three bedroom suburban home, though Peter was sure that his father’s motivations were less benevolent and more the result of him wanting to sweep his lover off to Europe to fully realise the extent of their whirlwind romance.
Peter could never quite come to terms for his father’s infidelity, incapable of understanding what could have lured him away from his mom. Aware of how wrong it was to do so, he was always cognizant of his mother’s aching beauty, still full of vibrant youth despite being into the final year of her thirties. Long, copper hair framed her oval shaped face, bringing immediate attention to her high cheekbones and full lips, along with her piercing emerald eyes. Whereas most women tended to let themselves go after years of marriage, Sarah Richards used age as determination to keep in shape, splitting her exercise routine between regular gym visits and aerobics classes, two things Peter attributed to the trim figure she still possessed that would have made a woman half her age jealous.
But beyond physical appearances, Peter had always found his mom to be an endlessly charming woman, full of a charisma that could easily lure the biggest of introverts out of their shells. Her personality was as infectious as her wicked humour, always leaving those she conversed with hanging off of every word that spilled from her lips. No matter the situation, he could always rely on her to have a bright smile on her mesmerising face, full of unyielding warmth.
But even from a young age, Peter was aware of how driven she was at work, always striving to carve a name out for herself as a lawyer. The balance between her career and her home life always made it difficult to fully achieve her goals, forced to occasionally pick up the slack when Peter’s father’s own work took precedent over hers. Peter couldn’t quite shake off the guilt he felt when he realised just how many chances at promotion she had missed out on over the years due to her consistently having to play the role of both parents. Yet, she never once complained, nor did she ever treat Peter with anything less than motherly adoration.
Every one of those factors made it near impossible for Peter to understand what his dad could have seen in his secretary that he couldn’t find in Sarah. But ultimately, nothing his mother could have done would have deterred Philip from the path he had chosen, left only with the need to rebuild a life for both her and her son.
Peter’s entry into college left Sarah with the perfect opportunity to finally achieve her lifelong goals, throwing every ounce of her being into working her way up the corporate ladder. No matter what was thrown at her, she took it in her stride, bolstered by the encouragement of Peter. It certainly made for an unusual experience for the redhead, to have someone so willing to fight in her corner, always there to pick her up whenever things at work truly became tough, even when they were miles apart. The pair soon became a duo that could always depend on one another for support.
Just as Peter had expected, she had managed to jump through every hoop she was expected to, ingratiating herself to the partners whenever possible. With Peter coming into his final year at college, having followed in his mother’s footsteps to study law, it wasn’t uncommon for the pair to be sat video chatting for extended periods, each buried by a mountain’s worth of legal documents and exam papers, going back and forth to help each other out. It became a running joke for them, with Sarah taking great delight in claiming that he likely had as much knowledge on the topic of law as those she found herself forced to compete with for the coveted position at the firm.
The conference in Ohio seemed so innocuous in the grand scheme of things, a truly pointless seminar to help hopeful attorneys and solicitors gain the insight they might need to become as effective as possible in the field, though Sarah didn’t believe that for a second. It was simply another unnecessary hurdle she was expected to overcome to appease those who held her career advancement in their hands, purely a test of loyalty rather than a true test of her incredibly varied talents. However, the expanding thunder clouds sought to make so many hours of hard work all for naught.
“Maybe they’ll cancel to conference altogether? It seems stupid to let it go ahead if most of the attendants can’t get there,” Peter reasoned, grimacing when the news started to show footage of rows of grounded planes, all of which were cast in the dark gloom of the storm clouds forming above. “The words ‘once in a century’ aren’t something you can just ignore.”
“Pete I don’t think you realise just how cutthroat some of these people can be. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of those fighting for the position flew out a week in advance,” his mom finally had enough, picking up the remote to turn off the television. “I knew it was too good to be true, everything seemed to be going so well.”
“What if I drove you?” Peter suggested, willing to do whatever it took to get the woman he so adored out of her increasingly hopeless state of mind. It was a wild proposition, especially when it would require a cross state journey that would usually take just over a few hours by flight, but with their options incredibly limited he was willing to do anything to help.
“What?” Sarah asked, lifting her head away from the marble top, with faint hope twinkling in her green eyes. “What did you say?”
“I could drive you, if you wanted,” Peter repeated, spurred on by the small smile that found its way onto his mom’s soft lips.
“I couldn’t possibly expect you to do that, it would take a day to get there by car,” Sarah placed her hand onto Peter’s, rubbing her thumb gently across his knuckles. “You used to hate going on long trips when you were younger, I couldn’t put you through almost a full day of driving me around.”
“That was a long time ago, I’ve got a little more patience these days,” Peter reassured her, getting a laugh out of her for the first time since the announcement of the storm. “Besides, I’ve spent the last month trying to get that old Ford Taraus I bought working. What could be a better way of testing it out than a nice long trip across the state line? Think about it, if we leave now we might actually outrun the storm.”
“I think you have a little too much confidence in that old rust bucket,” Sarah giggled, finding a look of determination etched on his face, one she couldn’t bring herself to snuff out. “I’ve heard you working on that thing with your friends, I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many expletives spoken in so few sentences before, that’s hardly a glowing recommendation of the capabilities of the car. Will it even get off the drive without the exhaust system falling off?”
“Have a little faith. It doesn’t look like much, but the engine is as solid as anything you’ll ever find on the forecourt of a dealership. I can promise you without a speck of doubt that we’ll make it to the conference in time. It won’t necessarily get us there comfortably, I haven’t gotten around to replacing the shocks yet, but it’ll get us there. What do you say?”
“Wait here, I’ll go get my things,” Sarah beamed, pulling Peter into a crushing hug only a mother could produce, making a dash for the stairs.
Peter shook his head affectionately, turning the television back on as he waited. Somehow, the predictions for the storm had only worsened, with the overly well groomed weatherman highlighting the possible direction of the raging storm. In addition to a near across the board grounding of flights across the Midwest, warnings were being put in place cautioning those wanting to make any sort of journey through the path of the storm unless it was absolutely vital. Unwilling to go back on his promise, he flipped through the channels, eventually landing on an asinine reality show, one he could only barely pay attention to as he waited.
Thankfully, the sound of a suitcase banging against the carpeted steps in the foyer snapped him from his stupor. Switching the tv off, Peter grabbed his keys and strode into the hall, stopping short when he found his mother standing beside the open front door. A pair of four-inch black slingback heels provided her creamy legs with a longer appearance, drawing Peter’s attention to the manner in which her various curves became more pronounced, showing that her effort to maintain her trim figure hadn’t gone to waste in the least. A simple gold necklace tempted his gaze to move towards her ample cleavage, requiring every bit of self control he had to keep his eyes locked with his mother’s.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sarah giggled, extending the handle of her pink, chevron patterned suitcase.
“It’s just…you look great,” Peter blushed the second the word left his mouth, though there was no way of properly disguising the honesty in his tone. “I mean, I’ve never really taken the time to really notice before. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, I’m always happy to receive the occasional compliment about my figure. Especially if its coming from someone who’s opinion I hold so dearly,” his mother replied, giving him a wink as she lifted the wheels of the suitcase over the threshold. “Let’s get a move on, we’ve got a long journey ahead.”
Peter made a quick doublecheck before departing, rushing around to make sure that everything that needed to be turned off was indeed off, not wanting to run the risk of the housing burning down before he made it back. Confident that everything was in order, Peter made his way out, setting the alarm before locking the door behind him. Dashing over to the driver’s side door, he unlocked his car and popped the trunk, rushing back to help his mom hoist her suitcase inside, surprised by the weight of it.
“God, this thing weighs a tonne,” Peter grunted, tipping the suitcase over the lip of the trunk, listening to the suspension squeak terribly when the case landed upon the soft faux fur lined interior. “What have you got in it?”
“A woman never travels light, Peter,” Sarah leaned over and kissed Peter’s cheek, shooting him a grateful expression. “And thank you for your help, I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Peter lifted a hand to his cheek when his mom sauntered over to the passenger’s side, feeling the wet print of her lipstick against his fingertips.
To his disgust, a sudden rush of exhilaration poured through him, flowing directly down to his manhood, driven by the picture of the beauty gracefully sliding into the cracked leather seat of his car. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t prevent the inevitable erection that quickly followed. Closing his eyes, Peter took a short moment to try and clear his head of the indecent thoughts that rose to the forefront of his mind, only making the short trip back to the driver’s side once her comfortable enough to do so.
Climbing inside, he made a few attempts to pull the seatbelt down, giving it a harsh tug to coax the black strap away from its housing. He slotted the key in and gave it a turn, giving his mom a weak smile when the engine failed to turn over, listening to it choking in response to his attempts. With a hope and a prayer, he gave it a few more tries, leaning back in relief when the car finally purred with life, covering the vinyl dashboard with an assortment of flickering lights.
“Well, it starts at least,” Sarah laughed in amazement, tapping a nail against the perspex cover protecting the dials and speedometer, highlighting the many lights that flashed a dangerous red. “Are any of these something we should worry about?”
“Of course not. At least, I hope not,” Peter slammed his fist against the dashboard hard enough to jolt it, beaming when the lights suddenly cut out. “See? All in working order.”
“Uh-huh, until the engine decides to fall out on the highway,” Sarah said, reaching down to pull the handle to guide her chair along its rails, rolling her eyes when it didn’t move an inch. “Let’s just see whether this thing can make it to the state border.”
“Don’t worry, I spent too many hours beneath the hood trying to get everything back into working order, it’ll be fine,” Peter drove away from the drive, clearing his throat nervously at the scraping sound that came when the Ford rolled onto the street, trying to pay no attention to the thick cloud of black smoke that poured from the exhaust pipe. “Just a few little kinks in the system, a long drive should clear them out.”
“I trust you, Peter,” his mom replied genuinely, gripping onto the overhead handle for dear life as the car bounced along the tarmac, until Peter finally got the old Ford in gear. “It’s this heap that I doubt. Are you sure it can go the distance?”
“Only one way to find out,” Peter grinned, giving his mother a final lustful look before leaving their quiet neighbourhood behind, making a risky entrance onto the main road.
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To the pleasant surprise of the occupants of the scrappy looking car, the Ford did indeed make it to the state line and beyond without suffering any sort of catastrophic fault. It cruised along the highway with a degree of ease, stuttering from time to time whenever Peter tried to push it beyond its limit.
Unfortunately, their crossing of the state line was accompanied by a very ominous set of dark, rolling clouds that soon spread across the once orange sky of the late evening. It didn’t take long before the clouds unleashed a torrent of rain across the landscape, covering the asphalt until it took on a mirror-like appearance. What started as a light shower quickly morphed into a torrential downpour, creating a blanket of lashing rain that reduced visibility to a dangerous level.
The Taraus did an admirable job of staying on course, even as other road users began to file towards the off-ramps or come to a stop along the side of the road in the hopes that the storm would eventually calm. Peter set the windscreen wipers to their maximum speed, listening to the rubber scraping along the glass non-stop in a vain attempt to give him a clear sight of the road. Sudden bursts of wind battered the broadside of the car, requiring Peter to adapt accordingly to prevent himself from losing control. As confident as he was that he could keep going, a concerned look from his mom gave him pause.
“Peter, I really don’t think this storm is even close to getting started,” his mother gripped the dashboard, with worry plain on her face as she stared ahead, barely able to make out the glow of the tail lights of the vehicle in front through the rainfall. “I don’t think it’s safe for us to keep going, we’ve pretty much been driving around blind for the last ten minutes.”
“I think you might be right,” Peter replied, feeling the growing possibility of hydroplaning beginning to make itself known, forcing him to drop well below the speed limit to feel a little more at ease. “But I don’t want to park up at the roadside, I don’t believe that either of us wants to spend the night stuck in here. Keep an eye out for anywhere we can crash for the night.”
The pair continued on, until they were one of the few still left on the highway. It reached the point where the windscreen wipers became almost ineffective, doing little to keep the never-ending flow of water at bay. Sarah squinted as she pressed her face against the cold window glass, joining Peter in a search for any sort of accommodation, using the street lamps as a guide. It took a few minutes of highly cautious driving before she caught sight of the colourful glimmer of a neon sign, distorted by the water trickling along the passenger side door glass.
“There!” Sarah exclaimed, jabbing her finger against the glass, pointing towards the flashing neon sign. “I think it’s a motel. Do you think we could try there?”
“Never have I been so glad to see a motel before,” Peter exhaled, flipping the indicator toggle switch. “Hopefully Norman Bates isn’t home.”
He made sure the road was clear before crossing lanes, pulling away from the highway and onto the forecourt of the motel, backing into the bay designated with an incredibly faint set of painted white lines, wedged between a pair of worn down pick-up trucks. Though visibility still remained low, Peter could make out the rotating neon sign suspended by the thick pole across from them, which read ‘Eug-ne’s Rest St-p’, with the missing letters being evidence of the sign’s age. Reaching back, Peter rooted around the footwells of the rear passenger seats, managing to locate a small umbrella hidden among the pile of clutter and tools.
“Ready to brave the weather?” Sarah inquired, laughing derisively at herself when she looked down, realising how woefully unprepared she was for the thrashing rain. “I guess I was tempting fate by wearing a summer dress of all things.”
“At least you look good,” Peter countered, again finding himself blushing when the compliment left his mouth for some inexplicable reason. “Wait there, I’ll come around to get you.”
Peter shoved the door open, holding his hand out in front of his face when a sudden change in the wind direction sent a barrage of rain directly towards him. Fumbling around with the extendable rod, it took a few attempts for Peter to open up the black umbrella, gripping it tightly when a gust threatened to wrench it from his hands. He ran to the trunk, plucking the suitcase out, then moved around to the passenger’s side, aiming the canopy above the gap of the door as he opened it. Peter shielded his mom as much as possible when she stepped out, hugging her lithe body close to his as they shuffled over to the front entrance.
“My knight in shining armour,” Sarah smiled when they finally made it indoors, giving Peter’s hand a motherly squeeze. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well, if you ever need someone to keep you dry during a storm, then I guess I’m your man,” Peter joked, taking a quick peek at himself, finding that not a spot of his clothing had been left dry, feeling water droplets rolling down his face.
“We’ll get booked in and get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold,” Sarah said, reaching across to stroke her son’s wet hair, giving him a winning smile before she turned to assess the reception area.
It was in a similar state of disrepair as the sign outside, appearing as if the reception hadn’t undergone any form of renovation since the motel itself was opened. The carpet was an unfortunate shade of brown, shaggy enough to convince Peter that it likely dated back to the mid seventies, a theory that was substantiated by the ugly orange and yellow hexagonal wallpaper that peeled away from the corners of each strip. With only half of the fluorescent tubes in working order, the reception area cast in a dim glow, just barely above near darkness. Beside the small front desk was bulletin board advertised an array of flyers and leaflets that were close to two decades out of date, with one in particular publicizing the 2000 US presidential election.
Sarah strutted up to the desk, ducking down to peer under the pane of dirty glass running along the top, searching for the owner of the dingy motel. “Reckon anyone’s at home?”
“Only one way to find out,” Peter said, pressing his palm against the small brass bell, listening to it ring out, hoping the sound would lure out whoever happened to be working the night shift. When the first ring failed to draw out anyone, Peter gave it a second tap, which was followed by a third, much sharper press. “I’m getting a bad feeling about this place.”
It took a few more minutes of waiting before the sound of a door at the rear of the reception being barged open made the pair jump. A man in his mid-sixties lumbered through the open door, flicking the still glowing butt of a cheap cigarette back through it, muttering darkly to himself as he yanked his raincoat off, shoving it onto a nearby hook to let it dry off. He turned, a scowl developed on his wrinkled face when his beady eyes landed on Peter, which turned into a leer once he spotted Sarah. Sweeping a hand across his greasy comb-over, he hobbled over to the counter, opening the check-in book as he leaned on the wooden top.
“Name’s Eugene, what can I do for you two?” he asked, choking out a hacking cough.
“Good evening,” Peter watched his mom give the man a charming smile. “The rain’s pretty bad out there, it’s forced us off the road for the night. We were wondering if you had any rooms free?”
“Erm,” the man clucked his tongue, glancing over his book, dragging his finger across the columns on the page. “Might be difficult, we’ve had an unusual uptick in bookings today, lots of people thought they could beat the storm. Let me just check…ah. Just one room left, single bed. That’ll be two-hundred for one night.”
“One room? For two-hundred?” Peter’s eyebrows rose up to his fringe. “You could rent a room at the Hilton for that much.”
“Well, there ain’t any Hiltons around here, kid,” Eugene glared, focusing his attention almost entirely on Sarah, poorly hiding the transference of his gaze from her face to the swell of her bust. “You gotta understand, there’s a premium that comes when we’re near capacity. Tell you what, because I don’t want to see a pretty lady such as yourself stuck in a car for the night, I’ll give it to you for one-fifty, that’s about as low as I can go.”
“We’ll take it,” Sarah answered, pulling out her purse before Peter had the opportunity to voice his protests. She pulled out the cash and handed it over, watching Eugene noting it down in his book before stuffing the notes into an battered old cash register, one that required a very harsh bash to its side to open the tray.
“Right, I’ll just get the keys,” Eugene walked over to a small metal box mounted to the wall, opening it to grab a key looped around a small ringlet, complete with a red tab with the room number written upon it, barely visible after years of use.
“I’ll bring my things outside, you’ve already done enough for me,” Sarah brushed her fingers across her son’s damp cheek, planting a kiss that came remarkably close to his lips, leaving a perfect print of her full lips just at the corner of his mouth. “We’ll make the best of a bad situation, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Peter chuckled weakly.
He felt his stomach flutter when she sent a blinding smile his way. Peter tried to not look to closely, but his eyes inevitably dropped to her rear when she turned away, unaware as both he and Eugene watched the irresistible sight of her hips swaying as she dragged her suitcase along with her. She used her hip to push the door back open, giving her umbrella a quick shake before erecting it to shield herself from the spray of rainwater that turned in her direction. With an endearing wink, she stepped outside, unable to hear the appreciative whistle that came from the lips of the motel owner.
“Jeez, kid. Is that looker your girlfriend or something?” Eugene asked, almost stumbling over a metal trash can as he made his way around the counter, giving the front office door a kick, forcing it as far across as its rusty hinges would allow it to go.
“No, she’s…” Peter paused, suddenly becoming aware that the motel owner had absolutely no clue as to what their true relationship was. As far as he was concerned, Peter was just someone lucky enough to be with a beautiful, slightly older woman, out on a cross country tour gone awry. Peter should have corrected the man, but a swell of pride overrode any sense of reason he possessed. “Huh, I guess she is.”
Eugene shook his head, zipping up his raincoat, retrieving an umbrella with more holes than canvas in its canopy. He trudged towards the door with Peter in tow, muttering darkly under his breath. “Lucky bastard.”
Eugene stepped outside and did what he could to shield himself from the torrential rain, with the porch cover running along the facade of the motel doing nothing to help him. Gusts of wind attempted to suck the umbrella into the dark void, putting excessive stress on the buckling rods holding the canopy together. It took some effort on his part, but he soon led the couple to the last door at the end of the promenade, waving harshly to trigger the incredibly primitive motion sensor lights above, squinting when a minimal amount of light spilled through the water stained plastic housing.
He raised the key and struggled to slot it into the barrel, giving it a few strong twists before he could encourage the latch to slip open. Eugene disappeared into the darkness within, though Peter could hear him stumbling around the interior of the room, swearing harshly as he kicked the furniture scattered around in his desperate search for a light switch. It took a minute for Eugene to finally locate the light, flipping it to illuminate the motel room.
“There. Sorry ’bout that, I had the electrical systems all redone. Had to keep up with health and safety standards, you see,” Eugene explained, inviting the pair inside as he stood close to the opposite end of the room.
“Really?” Peter responded doubtfully.
Peter spotted the old light switch close to the front door, noticing how the face plate had been shattered to the point where it sat it in two separate pieces, hanging freely from their screws. It didn’t take much to assume that it had been damaged by a former guest, with Eugene making the decision to avoid the cost of repairs by a professional by rewiring the electrical system, threading it towards what had clearly once been a plug socket.
Unsurprisingly, the rest of the room was in a similarly shoddy state, displaying all the signs of neglect and inaction. The decor appeared unchanged from when the room had first been decorated, the once creamy coloured wallpaper had turned a revolting shade of yellow, brought about by suffering through years of contamination at the hands of its chain smoking guests. A shaggy brown carpet had long been flattened and matted by the footsteps of the countless guests that had occupied the motel room, possessing more stains than clean patches, leaving both Peter and his mom preferring ignorance rather than discovering just what they found themselves stepping on.
A single bed sat against the wall, built from thick wood that showed signs of years of wear and tear, covered in scuff marks at the base and cracks where the posts had started to bow from the pressure of hosting hundreds of usesr, both those seeking an uncomfortable slumber and couples who had preferred to use it for more intimate reasons. A small old drawer sat at the bedside, missing almost every knob on the faces its compartments, covered in a variety of ring stains on its flat top. The bedsheets at least seemed clean, though Peter had his suspicions based on the obviously chemically produced linen scent rolling from it, likely originating from a can designed to cover up the presence of any distasteful scents.
“You’ve got a wardrobe to hang up any frilly garments you might have with you,” Eugene patted a set of flimsy wooden doors, staring at Sarah’s suitcase with a gleam in his beady eyes, imagining all the wondrous things contained within it. “The en suite is just behind me. It’s got all the amenities you’d expect. Well, it doesn’t come with a toilet, the cost to get all the rooms plumbed in almost gave me a stroke. But it comes with a nice, hot shower if you, uh, feel like washing away the cold chill. But I’d give the hot tap a jiggle, it has a habit of sticking.”
“Is there anywhere to get a meal?” Sarah questioned, swinging her suitcase around, propping it up against the wall, sliding the handle back into its casing. “I couldn’t see any fast food restaurants around as we were parking up.”
“Fast food? We haven’t got anything like that around here, people only come here to sleep or engage in sordid extramarital affairs as far from prying eyes as possible,” Eugene scratched his stubble coated chin, pointing through the window towards the other side of the main road. “There’s Lucille’s Diner, but that dump’ll be closed by now. I reckon the only option you’ve got is the vending machines near the communal toilets, along with anything else you might need to get yourselves through the night, if you catch my meaning.”
“Does this place have a tv at least? Anything that might give us a connection to the outside world?” Peter only half-joked, ignoring the rumbling thunder above.
“Not in this kind of weather, smartass,” Eugene made sure the final word was barely audible. “Until the storm clears, the best you’ll get is whatever signal you can find on the radio. Is there anything else you need?”
“Nope, I think we’re all good,” Sarah grinned, threading her slender arm around Peter’s. “I think we’re ready to batten down the hatches, so to speak.”
“Right, I’ll be off before this storm really kicks in,” Eugene wandered back to the door, pushed back a few inches by the gust that blew through the gap. His attempt to extend his umbrella saw it finally being sucked into the rain soaked vortex, leaving Eugene shaking his head. “Wanted a new one anyway. If you need me, there’s a phone beside the bed, it’s got a connection directly to the front desk. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Then again, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do with a babe like that.”
Eugene’s last few words were obscured by the whistling wind, which lowered to a slightly more tolerable whine when he shut the door behind him. Once they were in the clear, Peter and his mother broke out into a fit of giggles, taking the chance to explore the unjustifiably expensive room for themselves, free from the spiel of its owner.
“Look at this place,” Peter shook his head, taking the umbrella from his mom, disappearing briefly to deposit it into the shower to allow it to dry off. “I don’t think this place has been touched since Reagan was in power. I think the layer of dirt is thicker than the carpet at this point.”
“I don’t know, it has a certain charm to it,” Sarah countered, shutting the curtains, sneezing when the the layer of accumulated dust she distributed blew towards her. “It’s a bit of a throwback, you can’t find places like this anymore in the city.”
“Yeah, because most of them have been either condemned or demolished due to asbestos. I can’t believe he actually wanted two hundred for this. We’d have been safer in the car.”
“Yep. Fortunately, my feminine ways managed to get that number down,” Sarah laughed at the look Peter shot her way.
“Yeah, a whole fifty bucks less for a single bed and an outdoor toilet,” Peter rolled his eyes, deciding to take the plunge and give the buckling bed a closer inspection. “Did you see how glued his eyes were to you? And he was staring at your suitcase as if he thought it contained the entire Victoria’s Secret summer range.”
“Who said it doesn’t?” Sarah responded with a rich, rolling laugh, one that had a profound effect on Peter, an effect he struggled to fight the impact of. She moved beside Peter, elevating herself to stand on her tip-toes, allowing her to whisper directly into her son’s ear. “I imagine a lot of ideas passed through his head when he laid eyes on me. Just think, if you weren’t here with me he might just be at the door now, waiting hopefully for me to let him inside, praying to whatever god he believes in that he could take me to bed. Unfortunately for him, it seems like I’m a taken woman.”
“Y-Yeah, I guess,” Peter cleared his throat, crouching down to inspect a peculiar slot located near the base of the bed, able to disguise his expanding cock when it started to strain against his unfortunately tight pants. He crouched further, blowing at the space around the slot, revealing a scarcely visible sticker beside it. “Hey, what’s this?”
“Let me see,” Sarah joined him, balancing on her heels, avoiding allowing her knees to make contact with the disgusting carpet. She moved in close, pressing her body into Peter’s side as she leaned across him, following the direction of his pointing finger, laughing in excitement at what she found. “Hey! I know what that is. God, I haven’t seen one of these things in years, not since I was eighteen.”
“Really? What is it?” Peter asked, glad that his mom’s curiosity prevented her from picking up on his increasingly nervous state. He shifted around, tilting so his thigh would hide the emerging outline of his tent.
“I’ll show you,” Sarah opened her purse and located a nickel. Her hand slid across Peter’s chest, moving past the narrow gap between him and the bed to find the slit, which she promptly fed the coin into. “Give it a minute, these things have a habit of sticking before getting started.”
Peter waited, almost sent flying back when a particular loud tremble of thunder caused the room to shudder, sending the lights into a chaotic series of flickers. But he remained steady, feeling a comforting grip upon his knee, finding Sarah’s hand clasping it softly. He didn’t mean to do it, but he again found himself staring when his mom’s focus returned to the bed, adoring the shape of her pain stalkingly maintained figure. It revolted him to have found Eugene openly leering at the woman who was more dear to him than any other, yet, he couldn’t quite find it in him to blame the man for doing so.
At the moment he found himself becoming lost in admiration, a sharp, metallic clanking sound, dragged his attention back to the bed. The sound slowly travelled from one end of the bed to the other, growing louder as the long neglected mechanism hidden behind the wooden base panels came to life for the first time in years. A further minute passed, but the pair’s patience was rewarded when the bed began to vibrate violently, tossing the mattress back and forth, loosening the thin duvet that covered it.
“Seriously? It vibrates?” Peter laughed, listening to the springs within struggling to keep a consistent rhythm, pushing the motor beyond its designed limit.
“It does. I remember using these things whenever I sneaked out of the house to meet up with my boyfriend at the time?” Sarah explained, rising to plant herself at the edge of the bed, giggling as her hips shifted rapidly.
“You used to willingly visit places like this?”
“Of course. We didn’t have apps to send each other risque photos, and the phone bills back then were extortionate. If you wanted to meet up for some, let’s call it fun, then you had to do it in person,” Sarah brought her legs up and moved back along the bed, settling on her back with her hands crossed over her flat stomach. “I used to have a lot of fun at the motels back home, before they all started closing down.”
“I didn’t know you were so wild,” Peter said, struggling to envision his prim and proper mother being the sort of woman to sneak around behind his grandparents backs to hook up. But the insolent grin that her soft lips curled into. “I never took you as the sort of woman to step foot in a dumpy hotel unless you’re back was against a wall.”
“Cheap and discreet, that’s all I needed at the time,” her voice quivered as he moved her hand towards the space beside her, giving it a quick pat. “Hop up, you’re missing out. These things don’t last for long if you don’t feed it with a regular flow of cash.”
Peter kicked her sneakers off and followed his mom onto the bed, almost finding himself thrown off when he attempted to make a cautious advance. With encouragement from Sarah, Peter twisted in the spot and threw himself skyward, landing heavily on his back, flinching when the gears of the motor produced a threatening grinding sound, temporarily causing the even vibrations to become jerky. Once it returned to its normal setting, Peter could finally lay back, able to fully understand just what had gotten his mother so giddy.
“See? Doesn’t it feel fantastic? It makes every inch of your body tingle, like a thousand magic fingers caressing you all over,” Sarah smiled, closing her eyes to enjoy to ride for as long as it lasted, letting her worries drain away. “Almost makes our wayward trip worth it.”
“Yeah,” Peter simply stared at his mother, enamoured by the way her slender body was rocked by the vibrations, adoring the serene beauty on full display. For the first time in months since she had focused on potential promotion, she was back to being the vibrant woman he had always loved; and more. “Almost.”
The bed continued vibrating for just a short while longer, coming to an abrupt halt, jerking as the decades old gears struggled to lock up properly. Peter stared up at the chipboard ceiling, spotting the countless stains and blotches that marred the white surface, with the paint that had been applied to cover up the mould failing to prevent the spread.
The pair laid back in silence, listening to the heavy patter of rain splashing against the rooftop and the window. Just as the weather reports had predicted, the thunder had only worsened as time ticked by, with the time between the flashes of lightning decreasing to the point where the window sent a constant stream of strobing white light into the room. Turning to look through the window, Peter was amazed to discover just how low the visibility had become, finding it almost impossible to spot the streetlights running along the highway, only able to make out the streams of water running down the glass.
“Good thing we pulled over, we wouldn’t have lasted another mile before having an accident,” Peter commented, locking eyes with his mom when she turned to face him. “I thought the weatherman was over selling the whole thing.”
“At least we have somewhere warm to snuggle up tonight,” Sarah grinned, curling her hand around Peter’s.
“We wouldn’t be in this mess if I hadn’t decided to take us on a cross state journey on today of all days,” Peter sighed, only just becoming aware of how perilous the trip could have become. “It was a stupid thing for me to do.”
“No, Peter, don’t say that. You were being sweet, just as you always are,” Sarah corrected him, moving in a little closer, until their bodies were almost pressed together, sinking into the middle of the well worn mattress. “There’s still more than enough time to make it to the conference, it’s just a straight shot from here. Besides, if I’m being honest, I quite liked the idea of having you with me. With you getting ready to head off back to college, and work throwing me through more hoops than anyone should put up with, we haven’t really spent enough time together since you got back. I adore spending time with you, even in a rundown motel that probably doen’t exist on Google maps.”
“I know what you mean, it’s just been non-stop this past year. Heh, maybe this little detour was a saving grace,” Peter smiled, looking over to the ratty leather couch resting on the other side of the room, nestled beneath a rather indecent portrait, likely the owner’s idea of taste. “I’ll guess I’ll take the couch, hopefully I don’t wake up with a spring embedded in my skin.”
“Whoa, not on your life, mister,” Sarah pulled Peter back as he prepared to roll off the bed. “This bed may not exactly be our idea of comfort, with more stains of varying colours that I deeply wish to never determine what caused them, but it’s far better than that thing over there. You’re staying here with me, that’s final.”
“I can’t do that, this bed is barely enough for just one person. I’ll keep you up all night,” Peter explained, again attempting to depart, only to be pinned down when his mom landed on top of him, straddling him. He burst into laugher, feeling her fingers drumming against his chest, spying the mischievous gleam in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what it looks like, my motherly duty. I refuse to let you so much as sit on that couch, I’m sure it might be more tetanus than leather,” Sarah joked, wriggling her hips to fight off any further attempts from Peter to break free. “Why so eager to leave? You’re not afraid of sleeping in the same bed as your mom, are you?”
“No,” Peter answered immediately, worrying when any resistance to his mom’s determination began to drain away, replaced by a feeling far more unwanted. “Why would I be?”
“Peter, I know you better than anyone, you know that,” Sarah leaned down, until her upper body came to rest upon Peter’s chest, moving in close enough for the warmth of her breath to pour across his neck, producing a streak of goosebumps in its wake. “It’s just the two of us here, hon. There’s no-one to interrupt us. Whatever is said, it will always remain between you and I. Now, why are you afraid of being in bed with me?”
“Because…” Peter stared into eyes, feeling as if she was staring back directly into his soul. Lying wasn’t an option, not when she could detect it from the very second his mouth prepared to form the first syllable. Honesty was his only choice, even when the consequences of it would forever alter his relationship with her. “Because I don’t think I could control myself.”
“In what way?” Sarah asked, with a tone as soft as silk. She moved in, until her luxuriant copper hair practically shrouded Peter’s face, adding just one more layer of secrecy for them. “Why would you need to control yourself? Please, you can tell me.”
“Because I love you, but not in the way I’m supposed to,” Peter admitted, letting the weight he had been carrying for longer than he realised drop away, waiting for any sort of expression to appear on her beautiful face. “It’s something that’s been going on for a while now, and this trip has only made me fully realise it.”
“I didn’t realise. Oh, Peter, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sarah all but whispered, cupping his cheek with the most delicate grip.
“How could I? Your’e my mom, I shouldn’t even think of you in this way, never mind actually admitting it,” Peter said, wondering if the close bond he had always shared with his mother was slipping away before his eyes, with every word he spoke feeling like a dagger in the heart of their relationship. “Why could I dare to tell you how I felt?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Because I feel the same way,” Sarah tilted her head and dropped it, lowering her heavenly lips to Peter’s, choosing to make the initial kiss a chaste one, allowing her shocked son to slowly adapt. It took a few pecks to coax Peter into meeting her embrace, until he began to melt into the soft presses of her soft lips. Lifting away, she smiled at the dumbfounded expression that had bloomed across Peter’s face, waiting for his mind to finally catch up to the actions of his body. “How was that?”
“That?” Peter blurted, fighting to get his mind back in order, overwhelmed with the emotional tidal wave that followed the connection. But everything seemed to make sense once he just chose to stare at his mom, enchanted by both her beauty and her bottomless warmth. The kiss should have been wrong, but Peter couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than a sense that a dream had become true, bringing a smitten smile to his face. “It was perfect. I can’t even begin to say how long I wanted to do that. You really feel the same way?”
“I do, and seeing what sort of man you have become has only made my feelings much more potent. Would you like to try again?” Sarah let off a melodious laugh when she received an eager nod. “Well, alright then. Remember, you don’t have to hold back, Peter, we both want to see how far we can go.”
She pressed her lips against Peter’s, quickly building to a passionate clash. Though she hadn’t intended to, Sarah’s hips slowly pivoted across Peter’s lap, unknowingly adding fuel to the fire as his cock swelled, until it pressed against his pants to form a substantial erection. With their lips locked, engaging in a hungry battle of lust, Sarah settled herself down, unintentionally planting her thong clad mound directly upon the tent, delivering a seismic surge that spurred her to accelerate her previously sedate pace.
“Mom,” Peter groaned. “God, that feels so good.”
Peter tired to crane his neck, making multiple attempts to slide his tongue into her mouth, never quite finding a sufficient enough gap to do so. Where he failed to find entry to the velvety depths of her mouth, Peter changed tact and decided to explore the areas of her body he had direct access to. As though he was touching the most forbidden fruit, he brought his hands up to his mom’s narrow waist, stroking the small of her back with his thumbs.
Nipping at her lips in a continued frenzy, Peter became bolder by the second, drawing his attention away from her waist by dragging his hands downwards, shuddering as they moved across the curve of her tantalising rear, burning the curvature into his mind. After an agonising minute of inching, his hands came to rest upon her rear, kneading the soft skin, unwilling to restrain himself from digging his fingers into her milky flesh.
“I’d forgotten how impatient you could be. It’s a good thing we’re so alike,” Sarah purred, granting access to Peter’s prodding tongue after long last, parting her full lips for him. “I’m all yours, Peter, give me everything you’ve got.”
Peter could feel the moans of his mom reverberating deep in his throat, increasing once he threaded his tongue between her lips, making first contact with hers. Excitement made him somewhat clumsy, unable to fully seize the opportunity he had been offered. But Sarah quickly picked up on his nervousness, lacing her fingers soothingly through his hair, curling her tongue around his, sweeping it in a circular motion. Her technique worked wonders, giving Peter the boost of confidence her needed to meet her appendage with vigour, rolling and sliding as fast as they could.
The couple writhed on the old bed, thrusting their fully clothed bodies together, rocking the bed ever so slightly. Peter in particular decided to set his feet on the thin duvet, enabling him to drive his lower body upwards, barely capable of coping with the sensation of pressing his tent into the approximate location of his mother’s pussy, cognizant that only a few, thin pieces of clothing prevented him from impaling her upon his violently throbbing manhood. It was a sensation Sarah instantly picked up on, one didn’t delay capitalising on.
“Wait,” Sarah broke their link, giving Peter an apologetic look as she plucked herself from his legs. “I think we’re ready for something more substantial than fooling around.”
Peter watched on in awe as Sarah rolled onto her back, gracefully raising her long, aerobicized legs into the air. With her toes pointed to the stained ceiling, she slid her hands under her skirt, latching onto either side of her lace thong, shifting each end of the elastic out of place. His heart stopped at the sight of her bare sex when it was revealed, honing in on a single bead of sweet liquid that travelled down her slit, dripping down to the threadbare duvet beneath her. But Sarah persisted, gliding the thong along her silky smooth legs, sending it soaring once she pulled it cleanly away from her feet.
“Like what you see?” Sarah beamed, reaching a hand to her pussy, using her ever building moisture to slot a single finger inside, fingering herself with calculated composure.
“It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” Peter breathed reverently, lulled to his mom, moving onto his hands and knees to make his approach. “I need to fuck you, more than I’ve needed anything in my entire life!”
“We’re not going to fuck, Peter,” Sarah scolded playfully, spreading her legs as Peter moved between them, shooting her hands towards his pants. “First, we’re going to make long, passionate love. After that, then we can fuck!”
“You always have things planned out so well,” Peter grunted, frozen in place as his mom’s fingers grasped his hard shaft, pulling it into the open, angled perfectly in line with her slit.
“I’m happy that someone appreciates my attention to detail,” Sarah lured him towards her, bringing him within inches of her slit. “Now, don’t delay, I want this thick cock buried inside me! We’ve both waited far too long.”
Peter came within touching distance of her nethers, primed to penetrate her until he was lodged firmly in her silky hole. But a brief glimmer of reason stopped him, despite his libido screaming for him to continue on.
“Something wrong?” Sarah asked, pumping her hand along his shaft, aching to feel him slide into her dripping sex.
“Are you on the pill?” Peter said, regretting allowing common sense override his supposedly resolute decision. “Because I haven’t got any condoms, I used the last ones I had a while ago.”
“No, I’ve been going through my own dry spell as well. God, I’d almost forgotten,” Sarah’s head fell back, planting her forearm across her forehead as she mentally scolded herself. But just as quickly as her head hit the duvet, it rose back up, with her face full of sudden hope. “Didn’t Eugene mention something about a machine in the toilets?”
“Yeah, he did!” Peter twisted away from his mom and leapt off the bed, stumbling around as he stowed his manhood back into his hands. “I bet that old perv has a condom dispenser in there, it might be the only thing in this hole that he actually bothers to maintain. I just hope I’m not wrong.”
“Me too. Take my purse, get as many as you can, empty the machine if you have to,” Sarah tossed her purse into his hands, dashing over to her suitcase, pulling the zipper across with a single motion. “And, Peter?”
“Yeah?” Peter nearly tripped as he dragged his sneakers back on, fighting to get the door open, even as the gusts of wind tried their hardest to suck it back closed. He left the umbrella behind, knowing it would likely share the same fate as Eugene’s if he dared to open it out.
“Try not to hurry, I need some time to get a special something ready. I want our first time to be a special one, not just a quick rut,” Sarah said with a certain suggestive tremor in her voice, making her point as she thumbed through the top layer of her slinkiest outfits within full view of Peter. “Stay safe, I’ll be waiting.”
Peter placed a hand against the wooden slats covering the facade of the strip of rooms as he walked along the porch, soaked within just a few seconds of stepping out of the motel room. The sound of the rain striking the tarmac was unlike anything he had ever heard before, creating a sound that bordered on deafening, worsened by the frequent rumbles of thunder.
As he had expected, there wasn’t a single car on the motorway, creating an eerie atmosphere as he passed by, one of the few people to be out in the open. The fluorescent lights did little to help guide him along, flickering in conjunction with the electric flashes that sent their forks of light sprawling across the night sky. He came to a corner, edging around it slowly, remaining vigilant when he spotted puddles covering the floor of the porch, building up due to the number of rusty holes in the tin roof.
Passing a section cast in a blanket of darkness where the lights had stopped working altogether, Peter’s eyes finally landed on a pair of vending machines sat next to a rotten ice box, both glowing intensely to advertise their sugar laden contents. It didn’t surprise Peter to spot a button on the vending machine that still listed ‘New Coke’ as an option, only adding further evidence to just how poor a job Eugene had made of keeping the motel up to date.
Peter quickly found the door to the bathroom not too far from the old vending machines, slamming and opening repeatedly due to a broken lock that prevented the latch bolt from catching. He found a loose rock nearby, which he used to keep the door ajar, placing it down at the base. The first thing that struck him when he entered the men’s communal toilets was the smell, one that was sure to incentivise even the most desperate of men to hold it in. A couple of stalls showed signs of collapse, hanging at an angle as the wooden panels rotted away from the bolts and screws holding them in place.
It was covered almost entirely with white tiles, or at least what Peter presumed were once white tiles before age and misuse turned them a shade of yellow. As one would expect, a large chunk of the tiles were either cracked or missing where the cheap adhesive beneath had degraded completely. A set of three sinks sat along one of the walls, with one rendered unusable due to the shattered remains of the mirror that once sat above it occupying the basin. Peter held his breath, hoping that he didn’t need to be in the bathroom for longer than he needed to.
Fortunately, salvation came in the form of a wall mounted machine positioned between a set of heavily damaged electric hand dryers. The dispenser had signs of weathering, but it was still by far the most well maintained thing Peter had seen since arriving at the motel. With his libido stirring, he dashed over to the dispenser, flipping the flap of his mom’s purse to procure any loose change it contained. He dropped every coin into the slot, preferring to select condoms of the pre-lubricated variety, scooping up the foils that dropped into the open compartment. He made sure to stow them all neatly inside the purse, not willing to risk losing any on the way back.
Feeling that he had more than enough, Peter ran back outside, kicking the rock away to let the door return to its state of wild swinging. But before he set back off, he was reminded of his mom’s request, pausing to give her the time she needed to get whatever she had planned ready. With the storm growing worse with each passing moment, Peter decided to pay a quick visit to the outdoor vending machines, stocking up on whatever drinks and snacks they had available, aware that neither of them would be able to leave the motel room once it fully set in. Not that they would have any reason to.
Having familiarised himself with the path, into the journey back was far quicker than the one to the bathroom. It took a certain amount of effort to keep the snacks he had purchased bunched under his arm, turning his back to the exposed area of the porch, regretting it when yet another bombardment of rainwater poured over him, sending a freezing chill across his spine. Arriving back at the door to his room, he was forced to use his knee to turn the handle, balancing the purse and snacks as he did so. It took three frustrating attempts, but the door finally gave way, allowing him to escape the storm for what he hoped was the last time.
“It’s getting bad out there, I couldn’t even see the car in the parking lot,” Peter shivered, kicking the door shut, shaking his head violently to try and shake off the water dripping down his face. “It’s like a ghost town. Then again, I think that might be the norm for this place.”
“Hmmm, I can imagine,” Sarah answered, her voice brimming with smokey seduction. Though Peter briefly turned in her direction, she was temporarily obscured by the droplets of water falling over his eyes. “Did you get everything?”
“Yeah,” Peter set the purse down, using his damp sleeve to dry his face. “And I gathered some supplies.”
“Good, we’ll need some refreshments,” Sarah replied with a purr tempting enough to rumble in Peter’s chest, pushing his libido to its breaking point. “Then we have everything we need, there’s nothing left to stop us. Come to bed, Peter.”
Peter grabbed a towel from a nearby cabinet, using it to give his head a short, through scrub. When his unobstructed eyes turned to the bed, the sight he found was enough to cause him to drop every item he still clutched to the floor. Distracted by the vision of his dolled up mom resting on her side, he was unconcerned by the can of Coke that burst open at his feet, spraying a frothy jet of liquid across the carpet.
Her summer dress had been discarded, replaced by a sheer black teddy that left nothing to the imagination, framing her cleavage to a stunning degree. A transparent black mesh skirt revealed a garter belt and a lack of any underwear. Sarah’s legs were encased in pair of dark stockings, hugging every contour of her toned legs, leading Peter’s eyes down to her strappy black satin heels. Despite not having the time she would ordinarily need to properly groom herself, a quick application of mascara brought out her smouldering emerald eyes, and a light layer of red lip gloss made her lips more enticing than ever.
“I take it that you’re not disappointed?” Sarah laughed, stroking the duvet lightly.
“I don’t think you could ever disappoint me, you look so sexy,” Peter replied with total honesty, enamoured by the woman waiting for him. “I mean it.”
“You’re a sweetheart. Come on, hon, let’s get you out of those clothes, let me warm you back up. But first…” Sarah pointed towards her purse just when Peter started to approach, licking her glossy lips when she spotted a foil peaking over of the top, “…don’t forget to bring one of them.”
“Wha’? Oh, sorry.”
Peter hastily opened the purse and grabbed the first foil from the pile, kicking off his shoes and yanking off his soaked shirt as he rushed over to his mom. Climbing back up to join her once more, he struggled to get his damp pants off, fighting to get even so much as a leg free. Sarah was more than happy to come to his aid, using their joint effort to wrench him free, freeing his engorged manhood, much to their combined relief.
“Oh my, it looks even bigger than before. I think I’ll give it some special attention, before we get things really going,” Sarah grinned hungrily. “Lie down, let me show you what I can do.”
She guided Peter onto his back, positioning herself between his legs, sliding her hands all over his still wet body. Sarah brought a hand to his cock, circling her fingers around the thick shaft, enclosing them until she could feel the intense heat against her palm, able to pick up each and every beat of the veins running along it. Rolling her fist, she squeezed out the first few droplets of pre-ejaculate, pumping Peter’s cock with a slow, methodic rhythm.
Giving Peter a brief glance, Sarah lowered her head down, lining her lips up with his head. The sensation that came with the contact almost sent Peter into a frenzy, looking on with obsession in his eyes as his mom licked away his pre-cum, greedily wiping away every droplet she could squeeze out, no matter how miniscule it was. Certain that the moment had arrived, Sarah commenced her descent, wrapping her lips fully over his mushroom tip, pushing them along his length inch by inch, swirling her tongue across the circumference.
“Oh…God! That feels incredible!” Peter gasped, clutching at the duvet, convulsing harshly enough to cause the veins in his neck to become prominent. “I didn’t know you were so good at this.”
“What can I say? I picked up a lot during my college days, I’m just happy that I can use my talents on someone who I genuinely want to please,” Sarah kissed and suckled Peter’s spongy head, diving back down with far more vigour. “You’re so big, it’s the perfect size for me.”
Peter could only watch in awe as his mother swallowed every inch, taking him far deeper into her throat than any other girl he had been with before had managed to. But Sarah didn’t stop, persisting until she reached a milestone that Peter never believed he would experience, pushing on until his cock rolled across the curvature of her throat. Barely a whimper left Peter’s lips as he observed the last inch vanish from sight, feeling his mom’s lips kissing the base of his prick. Wanting to show off her talents even further, she let her tongue slither down to his testicles, giving them an equal share of her attention.
Sarah kept him fully lodged for a minute, not even showing the slightest sign of needing to gag as his cock caused her throat to bulge. Believing they were both prepared, Sarah pulled back and began to bob her head at a measured speed, ejecting and swallowing him, slathering every bit of his manhood with her saliva until it was entirely doused. Her silky hair flailed as she picked up the pace, tickling Peter’s stomach with each toss of her head. A wet smacking sound filled the room, only temporarily muffled by the tremors of thunder that shook the very foundations of the motel.
“Have you still got the foil?” Sarah asked, flicking her tongue against Peter’s cock-head, drooling over it immensely.
“Y-Yeah,” Peter picked up the packet that had fallen from his hand, eagerly handing it over.
“If you think what I was doing was impressive, then check this out,” Sarah ripped the foil open, grinning coqeuttishly when she felt the lubricant within. She formed an ‘O’ shape with her lips and placed the ring of the condom between them, holding it firmly as she aimed it a above Peter’s member. In a flash, she dropped her head down, engulfing the shaft in one go. When she lifted herself back, she revealed Peter’s latex sheathed manhood, giving it a proud kiss. “What do you think?”
“Amazing, I didn’t even feel it,” Peter admitted, swallowing hard as his mom crawled up towards him, swinging a leg over to mount him. “What now?”
“Now? We make love,” Sarah leaned in and planted her lips onto Peter’s, pushing her tongue into his mouth as she lifted her hips up, setting the shining head against her slit. They stared into each other’s eyes, both knowing they were one small movement away from altering their relationship forever. “Are you still sure you want to do this? I won’t force you if you’re unsure. I’ll never force you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
“Believe me,” Peter lifted the skirt of the teddy up, grasping his mom’s rear, settling back in anticipation, “I have no intention of changing my mind. I want this, I want you.”
“And I want you, Peter,” Sarah smiled beautifully, moaning quietly when she sank down, letting the first inch penetrate her tight sex.
Sarah made sure to not rush her initial descent, ensuring that they both had sufficient time to savour the moment, enjoying the first moments of their first sexual encounter. She pressed her palms against the bed, kept stable by Peter’s hands as she plunged herself upon his fleshy organ, kissing him heatedly. It took a few minutes of consistently lowering her body before she came to rest upon Peter’s body, quivering at the powerful sensation that came with having her son’s cock sheathed in her dripping pussy, feeling her walls hugging him.
“You’re inside me, Peter, you’re so deep,” Sarah mewled, rotating her lower body, overwhelmed when she felt his cock starting to thrust in and out, bumping against the opening of her cervix with every full jolt. “I want it! I want it all, please!”
“You’re not the only one,” Peter pressed his lips to his mom’s cheek, brushing her long hair away to gain access to her neck, holding her flat against him as he launched his body upwards, sawing in and out of, running his hands over her back. “I can’t believe how tight you are. The girls I’ve been with don’t come close to this.”
“That’s because they don’t work on their core. Luckily for you, I keep myself in perfect shape,” Sarah cried as Peter bucked beneath her, tossing her back and forth with superb ease, pulling at the flimsy piece of lingerie that flowed across her slender body. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had someone who could put it through its paces.”
“Good thing I stocked up for the night,” Peter chuckled, noticing the sheen of sweat that had started to form on both of their bodies, admiring the manner in which his mom’s heavenly body glistened under the yellowish glow of the lights above. “I don’t think we’re going to get any sleep tonight.”
“Is that a challenge?” Sarah flashed a saucy smile, bringing her body crashing down, unwilling to allow Peter to have all the fun. She oscillated with each thrust, twisting her hips back and forth. “Because I can be quite ravenous when I feel that I have a worthy lover. I just hope you’ve brought enough supplies to last until the morning.”
“Here’s hoping,” Peter hammered his cock, ignoring the pain that came with slamming back down onto the heavily worn mattress, feeling the wooden slats holding it in place hitting his back. But the pain meant nothing as he became lost in his mom’s green eyes, noticing every little detail. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to tell you how I felt, I can’t even think of the time we’ve missed out on.”
“What matters is that we’re here now, together. We can make up for lost time,” Sarah soothed, tightening her legs.
“I like that idea,” Peter rose up and propped his upper body up against the headboard, dragging his mom along, never leaving the confines of her most sacred area as she rode his lap. He sincerely wished he could drag out their first time, wanting every second seared into his head, but his body could only last for so long before it craved completion. “Dammit! I think I’m almost ready to cum.”
“Ha, looks like I’m going to have to help you to improve your stamina,” Sarah wrapped her arms around her sons back, staring right into his eyes, full of loving warmth as they neared the end. “Don’t try to hold it in, Peter, we have a whole night to do whatever we want. I want you to cum, I need to feel you finishing off inside of my pussy.”
“A-Are you sure?” Peter asked, his face burned a deep shade of red, fighting his primal urge to claim his mother fully.
“You’re protected, but that doesn’t mean I won’t feel the heat of it. It’s time. Cum, please,” Sarah all but begged, burying her head in his shoulder. “Fill me up.”
Peter didn’t hold back once the demand had been made, firing his cock with a burst of speed that sapped away at what energy he had left. It took a further half dozen powerful swings before the surge stopped him dead. A deep groan poured from Peter’s throat when the initial burst sent his seed splashing against the latex, stretching it with every burst that followed. It awoke a primal part of his mind, aware that the only thing preventing each spurt sperm from coursing through his mother’s body was an incredibly thin piece of latex.
“Peter, that was…wow,” Sarah breathed, shivering as the warm fluids built up, shifting her legs as Peter’s climax died down.
“I know,” Peter shared her awe, helping his mom to climb off of his deflating manhood, watching her collapse onto her back beside him. “I’ve never had an orgasm that powerful before.”
“You’re not the first to say that after a romp with me,” Sarah encouraged Peter to join her, wanting a quick respite before moving onto the next round. When he did, she reached across and plucked the used condom off of his cock, cooing when the weight of its contents caused it to dangle from her fingers. “My, you really did fill it up, hon. Just imagine, one tiny break and every ounce would have ended up inside me.”
“Yeah,” Peter quietly replied, watching his mom inspect the condom, before tying it off to deposit it into the waste basket, “imagine.”
Peter rolled off the bed and padded over to the cabinet beside the door, grabbing the purse. He returned to the bed, only to find the teddy sprawled out on the floor, leaving his mom clad only in her stockings and heels, teasingly circling her small pink nipples with her index finger.
“I hope you’re ready for the next round,” Sarah said, flicking her eyes to her purse, “because I’m not going to stop until my body can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” Peter smirked, holding up another foil, pumping his cock to breath new life into it, ready to plant it back where it belonged.
~•~•~•~•~•~
A slight buzzing invaded Peter’s senses, rudely dragging him from his slumber. He groaned, trying to blink away the blur, feeling his entire body vibrating heavily. His initial confusion vanished when he detected a familiar clunking sound, watching the room jerk around as the bed shook him, forcing Peter to clutch the duvet to prevent it from sliding away.
He turned his head towards the window, squinting when the glare from the beaming sun poured into the room. After almost a full night’s worth of rainfall, the clouds had finally parted and gave way to clear blue skies and fluffy rolling white clouds, providing Peter with his first view of the local area, along with the run down diner across the highway. Needless to say, it didn’t look any less dilapidated than it had with a shroud of rain to obscure the area’s more derelict qualities.
Still plagued by grogginess, he pulled his incredibly tired body upright, feeling every muscle burning painfully as he tried to move around, with his legs in particular offering the most significant protests to his attempts to shift them. Memories of the night flooded back when he leaned over the side, finding close to a dozen used condoms sat at the base of the waste basket, joined by a pair of stockings that had been damaged during the course of the evening, along with a few empty packets of chips and a pair of crushed soda cans.
“Someone looks content. Did you have a good sleep?”
Peter turned his eyes to the source of the voice, spotting him mom leaning against the doorway leading to shower, clipping in a pair of diamond droplet earrings. Instead of the loose, summer appropriate outfit she had chosen the day before, the outfit Peter found her standing in was all business. A pencil skirt hugged her hips, conforming to perfectly to the shape of her ass and thighs, stopping just above her knees. The pitch black skirt was complimented by a thin, stylish silver belt had been looped around it. She had selected a striking electric blue blouse, which moulded itself to the outline of her bust, though Sarah had left a number of buttons open to reveal the black lace bra beneath. A pair of metallic six-inch Jimmy Choo heels served to enhance her already incredibly toned legs, completing a picture that made Peter rock-hard in an instant.
“Er, I guess. What time is it?” Peter asked, shifting to conceal his erection, not quite able to understand his embarrassment after what they had spent a large chunk of the night doing.
“Just after eight. I figured an early start might be best, we could beat the traffic before it starts to build up. You dropped off a couple of hours ago, so I used the time to get ready,” Sarah strutted over to Peter, perching herself on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers through his hair. “How are you feeling this morning? I’m sorry if I pushed you a little too hard, I just couldn’t get enough of you.”
“No, I’m fine,” Peter responded evasively, enjoying the soothing sensation that his mother’s stroking fingers produced.
“Peter, you know what I’m talking about,” Sarah countered with a truly disarming smile, giving the prophylactic filled waste basket a gentle tap. “What we did was something beyond taboo, an act that most would frown upon. Given that we’ve had some time to sleep on it, I was curious about whether you had any regrets, hon.”
“No!” Peter answered without a bit of hesitation, rising up to bring his eyes level with Sarah’s. “Last night was perfect, beyond anything that I could have imagined. And being with you, it was electric, I’ve never felt like that with anyone else. No, I don’t regret a second of it.”
“Neither do I,” Sarah beamed lovingly, moving in to bring Peter into a tender kiss, sliding her hand beneath the duvet. Their lips smacked as she moved her hand up and over Peter’s thigh, until her fingers could take a hold of his fully engorged cock. “Mmph, does this thing ever stay down?”
“Not when it’s around you,” Peter said shyly, watching his mom push the duvet aside, gaining direct access to his manhood as she pumped it.
“The rest of the journey will take a few hours. I couldn’t possibly allow you to go all those hours without relief,” Sarah winked, sliding onto the bed, resting flat on her stomach between Peter’s legs, with her legs crossed at the ankle behind her. She set her lips against the flared head, engulfing him without struggle, staring at him with a twinkle of passion in her eyes.
Sarah bobbed her head rapidly, aware of just how erotic it felt for Peter to have his mother’s lips and tongue fellating his unprotected cock, allowing him to experience what she was capable of without any sort of barrier between them. She sucked him deftly, doing so without so much as a tear in her eyes, managing to preserve her mascara as she launched into a smooth rhythm.
“Oh, mom!” Peter grunted, dropping back once Sarah hit her stride, feeling any remaining grogginess dissipate rapidly. “Wow, just like that.”
Sarah, cupped Peter’s testicles, rolling them between her fingers to ensure that not a single inch of his manhood went untouched. She smothered him with a thin sheen of her saliva, moaning passionately as his cock-head pounded its way into the depths of her throat, blocking and unblocking her airway at full tilt, a fact that didn’t deter Sarah.
After a couple of minutes of relentless pleasure, Peter felt a surge, one he had become accustomed to enduring after the hours he had spent fooling around with his mom. Though he don’t mean to, his hips elevated away from the mattress, thrusting his organ with into Sarah’s mouth, meeting every bob of her head in perfect sync. As his orgasm approached, Peter prepared to reluctantly withdraw from her deliciously warm orifice, only to observe his mom clamping her lips around him in protest.
“You’re close, Peter, I can feel it. It’s alright, you can finish in my mouth, let me have every drop,” Sarah demanded, burying Peter’s cock with vigour.
“A-Alright,” Peter answered in near disbelief.
His fingers clutched the mattress until his knuckles turned white. His entire body stiffened, contorting at the very second a powerful jet of his frothy sperm shot into his mom’s mouth, powerful enough for him to pick up the faintest sound of his seed splashing against the lining of her throat, filling her stomach with every successive burst. The release of the last dose of cum released him from his state of petrification, letting his stiffened limbs relax.
“Delicious,” Sarah swirled her tongue around the slit of Peter’s member, licking away the remaining drops of discharge that she could squeeze out, not stopping until she was sure his orgasm had abated. “There, now you can get ready.”
Peter took a fraction of the time it took his mom to get ready, taking a brief dive under the shower, wisely following Eugene’s instructions after his first attempt covered him with a spray of freezing cold water. Without a change of clothes, he almost came close to wearing his outfit from the day before, stopped when Sarah pulled out a fresh set of clothes for him from her suitcase, something he was absolutely grateful for. He sat down and pulled on his sneakers, watching his mom roll on a fresh layer of lipstick to replace what she had smeared across his shaft, struck by her confidence, her poise.
“Why do you do it? Your work I mean. They don’t appreciate all the things you do for them, all the late nights it takes to get the work of three finished. After all this time, they still have you jumping through hoops, competing with people who aren’t even close to your league. You shouldn’t have to go to pointless seminars after everything you’ve done,” Peter spoke passionately, letting his anger at her employers bubble to the surface. It didn’t come as a surprise when she turned to him with a small, resigned smile.
“I know. But sacrifices are a part of life, especially in the pursuit of a career,” Sarah shrugged, though Peter could detect the weariness in her voice. “I don’t like the firm, but I love the work I do. I help people, but not as many as I could, that’s why I have to do all this for the sake of a promotion.”
“You could always start your own firm, I’m sure you have enough clients who would follow you, especially with the care and attention you give to each of them. You’re glamorous, intelligent, caring, and one of the most beautiful women I know. You deserve better.”
“I’m good at what I do, but starting up your own company is in a whole different ballpark. I’d need help, but there are few who would give up their place at the bigger firms in favour of something that could end in total failure,” Sarah walked over to Peter, gracefully sitting across his lap, circling her arms around his neck. “I couldn’t bring myself to put someone else’s career path in peril because I couldn’t put up with the hassle.”
“I could help you,” Peter proclaimed, clearing his throat when he was met with a look of confusion. “What I mean is, I’m coming into my last year at college, it won’t be long until I’m a bonafide lawyer myself. If everything goes to plan, I could help you to build something from the ground up. We could do it together.”
“Peter, I’m glad that you have an interest in law. But I couldn’t ask you to do something like that. You’re my son, it would be selfish of me stop you from leading your own life,” Sarah stroked his cheek with her thumb.
“But you’re already in my life. And after what we’ve done here, I think it’s fair to say that we’re no longer just mother and son,” Peter caressed his mother’s silky thigh, dearly wishing he could have another chance to get between her legs before setting off, finding it a difficult task to fight the powerful urge. “I know you don’t like our home, not when it has so many bad memories. We could sell up and move, start up somewhere where no-one knows us, where we don’t have to worry about the competition of a big city.”
“Honey, you’re too young to be thinking about settling down like this, especially with me,” Sarah replied, blinking as her green eyes started to glisten.
“But we could do it, there would be nothing to stop us from making a success of it,” Peter countered earnestly, cupping Sarah’s cheek. “‘Richards and Richards’, just us; together.”
“Peter, there could be a hundred girls on your campus that you would prefer to be with. What if the special woman you’re looking for is still out there?”
“What if I think that I’ve already found her? You’re everything I want in a woman,” Peter countered with absolute honesty, earning an intense kiss when his mom pushed him back onto the bed, writhing on top as their tongues battled for dominance. Peter’s thumb touched the hem of her skirt, threatening to push it upwards.
“Hold on,” Sarah breathed heavily, pushing away before their romantic embrace inevitably became something more. She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down, buttoning up the rest of her blouse as she gave Peter a comforting look as she stared at Peter. “I love you more than you can imagine, honey. But listen, I want you to finish college first, to experience everything that it has to offer, including the girls. Once you’ve graduated, you can decide whether this is what you really want. No matter what you decide, I’ll be with you every step of the way. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Peter chuckled, climbing to his feet to retrieve his mom’s suitcase, forced to put substantial pressure on the lid to get the zipper to close fully. “Are you ready to hit the road?”
“If you’re asking whether I’m ready to get out of this dump before it collapses on top of us? Then yes,” Sarah giggled, charging towards the door, opening it to let the blaring sunlight pour across her enviable body. “Talk about night and day. I hope your car has air conditioning.”
“I’ve never tested it,” Peter informed her as he followed her outside, closing the door behind her. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”
Peter unlocked the car and let his mom tuck herself inside, depositing her suitcase back in the trunk. He made a quick trip to the reception, returning the keys to a young man who had taken over the day shift, returning to the car afterwards. He settled into the driver’s seat, starting it to give the air conditioner a test, amazed to feel a wave of cool air shooting out from the rotatable vents.
“This thing is full of surprises, just like its owner. Hold on a second,” Sarah buckled herself in, crossing her legs to create a tempting sight. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a pair of sunglasses, handing them to Peter. “We’re going on the open road, you at least have to do it in style.”
“Style. Alright then,” Peter slid the glasses on, grinning as he looked out to the near empty highway. “Let’s do it in style.”
“The roads are clear, the water has mostly dried up. There’s no time like the present, let’s get going,” Sarah ordered, giving Peter a coy grin.
Peter put the car into gear and slowly weaved through the parking lot, guiding them back onto the highway. With only a few cars occupying the road ahead, Peter put his foot down and hit the gas, encouraged by his mom’s melodic laughter, unsure of what the future held in store for the two of them.
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