The story continues.
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Standing at the door, the man and woman had a professional, yet concerned look.
Absorbing the words just said, I stood there, speechless.
"We've received complaints from other guests of.....vibrant activities at different hours of the night," the older woman said. As they saw my son over my shoulder, Parker, now aware of the commotion at our door had come up behind me, groggily, at the door.
"Mom, everything ok?" He genuinely asked, rubbing his eyes.
Noticing an immediate contortion in the associates faces, I just realized our demise. Hearing the word, "mom", the woman at the door straightened her posture, cleared her throat at the admission and announced quietly, "I'm sorry Mrs. Benson, but being hotel management, we will not be privy to such...morally disturbing actions."
Not fully aware of her insinuations, I softly asked, "What is it you're asking?"
"You are formally being requested to end your patronage of our hotel, effective immediately," the lady forcefully stated, looking directly at me. "We expect you downstairs in 30 minutes. Any delay will result in security escorting you out."
As they turned to walk away, I closed our door. Full of shame and shock, I leaned against the door.
"Oh my God," I said, concerned. "Honey, this isn't what I had planned." Still feeling the aftermath of last night, my pussy sore, my anal cavity devirginized, I regained my bearings. "Start getting our things packed, Parker. Our flight doesn't leave till afternoon and it's now 5:15 in the morning. Let's at least try saving face before the lobby gets busy."
Being a Monday morning, the events that packed the weekend would find their conclusion. People would be catching flights home to resume their own busy lives.
20 minutes later, we had everything packed. Dressed in a simple coal colored dress, black pumps and sun beige pantyhose, I grabbed my purse. With Parker behind me, we went out into the hall where the concierge met us to put our bags onto his cart. In the elevator, now 5:40am, the silence was deafening.
Arriving at the counter, the two people from earlier awaited us. In silence, the man tapped around on his computer, finalizing our bill for the weekend.
"$795," he stiffly said. "Will that be applied to your Visa on file ma'am?"
"Yes," I answered, voice barely above a whisper."
As my payment was going through, even the chatter in the lobby of those getting an early breakfast brought forth more shame. Looking just like advertised, a woman thoroughly fucked during the night with not much sleep, I could still feel the aftermath of our intimacy.
"Here you go Mrs. Benson," the man said. "Thank you for your patronage with our hotel."
Giving a slight, forced smile, I folded the receipts, stuck them in my purse and took one of the rolling suitcases from my son.
"Let's go mom," Parker said. "We'll drop the car off at the lot," he voiced, subdued.
"Thank you, baby," I stated, quietly walking towards the exit.
"There goes the incest family!" We hear from afar. "The uppity married mother fucking her 19 yr old son!" Grace and Beth, chimed in simultaneously. Quickening my steps, I found myself outside where the valet was to bring up or rental car. Looking behind me, I didn't see Parker. When I looked through the sliding glass door, I saw Parker face-to-face with both woman. Hurrying back in, already dreading the scene, I heard them bickering.
"Mind your own fucking business," I heard Parker, voice stern. "You have no right to judge."
"Parker!" I shouted as I walked back. "Honey, can we please just get going?" Looking to his left, he saw me, shivering with shame.
"Fucking your own flesh and blood," Beth again yelped, garnering looks from other guests. "And to let everyone know of your enjoyment.. Sick."
Grabbing his arm, I started pulling my son away. "Mom, stop," he said. "I'm tired of seeing you humiliated.
Seeing the defiant, hateful demeanor etched on their faces, I wouldn't quit. "Honey, please," I voiced again, a little louder. "Let's go."
Finally allowing me to take his hand and lead him to the door where our rental car was now parked thanks to the valet, we walked with a purpose.
"Make sure they don't know you're related if you decide to join the Mile High Club!"
Stopping in my tracks at that comment, I turned on my heels and, with a purpose, beelined towards Grace.
"You bitch!" I shouted, as my hand contacted her face. As the slap echoed, Grace's demeanor turned from laughter to shock.
Turning back around, I left Grace and Beth speechless. While the valet put our bags in the trunk, my son helped me into the driver seat. As I sat, his hand brushed against my nylon clad leg. Giving him a careful gaze, I just told him to get in the car. As we left the hotel, we started to head to the airport even though our flight wasn't for several hours.
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Arriving at the airport, we returned our car. With the humiliation from the debacle at the hotel behind us, I was just grateful to, soon, be heading home. This weekend, although chaotic after we'd been outed, created a discussion that Parker and I needed to have.
As soon as we made our way through customs and then check-in, we walked through the terminal hand in hand.
Getting glances from passersby, yes, I do harbor negative worries. Heck, the hotel chaos featured everything. I mean it's logical to look inquisitively when you see an older woman (43 years old, in my case), with grey streaks in her hair, and currently walking bow-legged from the numerous poundings I was given. Then, beside her, the young male who snagged a "cougar MILF". But in reality, what they didn't know, the better.
Finding a little coffee place, I pointed at it. "Honey, Mama's famished from last night," I whispered as I leaned into him. "I'm sure you worked up quite the appetite as well."
As we sat there, my son was eating a breakfast burrito and drinking a large orange juice. In front of me sat a small cup filled with green tea. A raspberry danish sat on a plate beside me awaiting its' consumption. Looking out the window, a smattering of people walked by as the airport was slowly busying.
"What happens now," Parker spoke, waking me out of my reverie.
