“Ahhh I know. I got a crick in my neck from just sitting on that seat. I’d hate to sleep there.”
“Well, sweetie, take a nice hot shower and go to bed. You’ll be fine.”
Rolling my neck in discomfort, we entered the room. My mother stopped in her tracks.
“Ah excuse me, are you sure this is the right room?” she asked the bellhop.
“Yes ma’am.”
“There’s only a double bed.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, that is the room they assigned. I can call down and see if we can make a switch.”
“Would you please?”
The bellhop called and talked to the manager and got nothing. They were full and we were lucky to have a room. He left with an apology and a promise to talk to his boss. Meanwhile we settled in. We only had our carry-ons so we had no change of clothes or toiletries.
“I’m going down and get us some toothbrushes and things okay?”
“Alright mom.”
“Why don’t you take a shower?”
“Okay.”
In the shower I let all the tension in my body wash away but found it flowing right into my cock. Thoughts of sleeping with my mom in the small bed made me hard. I had begun to stroke myself when there was a knock at the door.
“Yeah,” I called out.
“It’s me, sweetie. Here, I got you a toothbrush. I’m putting it on the sink with some of my stuff.”
Through the semi-transparent curtain, I watched her silhouette walk across the bathroom. I wondered if she could see me naked. I got out, dried, wrapped the towel around me, and went out into the room. She jumped into the shower after me. I sat on the bed and flipped through the channels while listening to the sound of running water. Dirty thoughts began to invade again.
When mom got out I noticed her crestfallen look and teary eyes. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about your grandpa Paul,” she said in a depressed voice. “He was a good man.”
“He sure was mom,” I said, remembering the kind, gentle old man. “He sure was.”
“It’s just that these kind of things get to me, you know–death I mean. Makes me remember my own father. Pity you never met him, Danny. I’m sure you would have loved him.” She reached down and stroked my cheek tenderly.
A sense of guilt crept into me. Here was my mother feeling sentimental about the loved ones she’d lost; meanwhile all I could think about was her body. I stood up and gave her a hug, as my own way of expressing repentance.
“I love you mom.”
“Oh Danny, I love you too.”
“Don’t worry, mom. We’ll be there tomorrow with dad.”
We ordered some food and talked. It seemed to cheer her up a bit. We talked and talked until bedtime came.
“Mom you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Are you sure baby?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” I tried to act like I liked the floor.
“I think there’s enough room for both of us. Besides, you can keep your old mom company.”
“You’re not old, mom. In fact you’re one of the best looking woman I know.”
She blushed and looked a little nervous for a moment. She was probably remembering all the bras and panties she had found in my room covered in cum.
Finally she said, “Why, thank you sweetheart…” Then a little awkwardly, “Well, let’s tuck in.”
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