Again, this is a story of fiction. ALL Characters are 18 years and older. Please enjoy reading.
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Still in shock, our eyes drifted from the door to each other. Almost midnight now, the temperature in our room was still electric, although tempered from the surprise voyeurs at our door. Not knowing just who was listening, I sat there at our beds edge, a whirlwind of emotions running rampant.
"Honey, somebody knows," the worry, plastered on my face. "But how? Know one knows our room number or what floor we're on."
Still feeling the pulsation from Parkers last 2 voyages deep in my abyss, I was now beside myself as to who was listening. The bad part about hotels is that at the bottom of the door of the entryway, there is always a gap at the bottom of the door. So with full privacy not possible, those who walk down the hallway to get to their, respective rooms, would be able to hear if people are in the act. And boy, were we in the act. At first evstatic because the itinerary got changed, and the scavenger hunt was suddenly moved to tonight, made way to real fear.
Standing near the window now, the condom still hanging from his member, nice and full, Parker was looking out at everything. Drapes open, like always, gave a view of the beauty of my birthplace. Even midnight, the illumination outside from cars, businesses, parlayed the life outside. There was a ton going on this weekend in the Manitoban province, so the kind of activity occurring below us was normal.
"Mom," Parker thoughtfully began, "Stop being worried OK? It's a hotel. I'm assuming people hear each other having sex all the time."
"Yes, you're probably right," I concurred. "My only issue is..." Suddenly stopping talking, my mouth hit the floor.
"Mom?" Parker said, surprised by my sudden silence. "Are you ok?"
"Oh no. No. No. No." I kept repeating out loud. "Our room key, Parker. Our room key."
Looking at me confused, Parker, naked as a jaybird, just stood there. "Honey, when the festivities ended and we were gathering our things, I noticed our room key was sitting under my shawl. Neither of us removed it from the pocket, except to show the moderator for the event.
"So, someone went into my coat and investigated us to find out where our room is?" He said, thinking. "It does show Room 812 on it."
"Seems like it," I added.
Now standing, I was removing the ballroom gown I had worn all evening. Stepping out of my high heels, I made my way over to the little closet area, hanging up the dress. Removing my lace bra, next, I folded it up and placed it in our "dirty clothes" suitcase.
Sauntering over to my son, his back was turned to me now, enjoying the scenery down below. As we both looked over the Albertan night sky, there was a brief silence. Only hearing our breathing, sinceback to normal, Parker spoke.
"So what now then, mom?" He said, looking at me from his left. "This weekend was suppose to be about this reunion and our intimacy.
"Parker honey, please," I explained, "Not knowing who or whom now knows about us is unnerving."
As my son removed the full condom I witnessed the remnants of our latest coupling. His cum inside the latex and my vaginal secretions on the outside of the sheath showed our situation.
"Mom," Parker spoke, barely audible. "Don't worry about a peeping Tom." Taking my hands in his, he slowly walked us back to our bed. When the back of my legs touched the side, I instinctively sat.
"Honey, pl..."
"Shhhhh mom," Parker quietly quipped, "I love you."
Staring into each others eyes, I scooched myself back into the center of the bed. Placing my head on the pillow and opening my legs, my, now naked body, aside from tan pantyhose and my tan heels I'd worn all evening, I reached my outstretched arms to him simply saying, "Then show me just how much."
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"UnhUnh!Unh!Unh!Unh!Unh!"
Now 2am, Parker was bareback, balls deep in me. My sodden tits swaying underneath me from the incessant pounding my young stud was giving me, I could only grip the sheets.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Fu..Fuck yeah!" My son would hiss.
Looking right, we both could observe each other in the throes of our sinful, incestuous coupling. To the left, the view of Calgary's night skies shined in our room.
"Yes! Yes! Oh ba..baby.. yessssss!" I moaned, feeling the bareness of our skin fusing together, one glorious plunge at a time.
With each thump of the headboard against the wall and every, subsequent squeak of the bed springs, our mating seemed to go on, forever.
"Fu..fuck me Par..Parker," I seductively repeated, encouraging my lover. "Cum.. cum in..in me..honey," I'd mewl.
Seeing the concentration on his face through the mirror, his big, meaty left hand was on my hip, as his other hand was on the small of my back, pushing me down into the mattress.
"Fuck..fuck..fuck..mom," he chanted, lost in ecstasy.
The perspiration, now abundant, was coating my forehead. Parker on the hand, was full-on dripping sweat. Drop after drop, I felt contact my lower back, from his chaotic thrusting.
"Come.. Come on..swee..sweetheart. Oh God yesssss!" I lustfully panted.
"Mom!" Parker cried, "I'm..I'm gonna..cum," he warned, starting to speed up the climax. Generating urgency in his pumping, Parker was dutifully pounding away at my, worn out, body.
"Yes..yes..yes..yes..yes," I seductively muttered, watching the whorish look on my face clearly enjoying the young man thrusting, gleefully, behind me.
Gripping my hips with both hands, my head fell forward as he joined our lower regions together. "Ahhhhhhhfuuuuuucckkkk!" He shouted, loud enough for the whole 8th floor to hear.
Splash after splash erupted from my sons' pulsating cock. Coating my cervix, I grinded my butt against his rotund stomach. Feeling every drop in me, just the picture in the mirror waa mistakable. Two sweating people, looking like they ran a marathon, in the throes of, unadulterated incestuous ecstasy.
