This story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. All characters are over the age of 18.
This fucking story is not written by AI. I am not happy with the mods. One more tine and I will quit this site.
It was getting dark, and we decided to call it a day and head back to our hotel. I love these trips, if only because I get to spend more time with my mom and make her happy. When I was a kid, my dad decided to walk out on us, and I never stopped hating him for it. My mom was so distressed and spent her days laying in bed, depressed. She started getting fat, and it looked like if she kept this up, she was going to get diabetes. But by the time I was 15, I decided I couldn't let her go on like this. I took her out for her first walk that day.
That was 10 years ago, and now she's the one who's always taking me out. As much as it annoys me, I try to help her. Every time somebody sees us, they think we're dating rather than that I'm her son. It makes sense. I look and act like I'm about 35. I don't fit in with any groups because of it, but I'm okay with it. My mom, on the other hand, looks 10 years younger than she is; only the bigger boobs and butt have been left from her overweight figure. Her overall figure has become covered in muscle, and she doesn't even have any wrinkles. She's just a beautiful woman.
"We're almost there!" I yelled at my mom, who liked to be ahead of me all the time. We were both pretty excited about this trip because we just left without much stuff and took public transport to a backwater town somewhere over the border. We were lucky that, even though we hadn't checked it out before, there was a hotel there, and we were just approaching it.
The door burst open, and my mom energetically walked quickly to the front desk. "A room with two beds, please," she said, still with a bead of sweat running from her hair. I just ran into the motel just in time to hear something neither of us expected.
"All double rooms are occupied," came from behind the front desk, and our smiles turned into faces full of concern.
"What? Sorry, but we don't have any other options here. Don't you have a room for three or even four?" I asked even though I wasn't catching my breath properly."
"We don't do anything like that here." The receptionist thought about it and then said, "Look, I won't pry why a couple like you mind sleeping in the same bed, but I've got the last single room here. If you don't want it, get out."
I sighed. It may not be ideal to sleep in one bed, but at least we'll have a roof over our heads. I glanced at my mom, and she agreed, even though she was a little hesitant, so I gave the money to the front desk, and we went up to the room.
The so-called single room was more like the closet where Harry Potter lived. No wonder it was the only one left unrented. What the hell? I sat down on the bed and asked my mom if she was going to sleep now or in a little while, since I was tired enough and wanted to sleep right away. She didn't want to sleep yet, so I nodded and lay further away from the exit.
I normally sleep naked, but certainly not when we sleep in the same room, and even more certainly not when we sleep in the same bed. So I stripped down to just my underwear and went to sleep. I fell asleep very quickly, so I was stiff in no time.
It was about 3 a.m. when I woke up. It was still completely dark outside. I was quite surprised, because I'm usually a heavy sleeper. What woke me up was that I felt somehow weirdly warm on my penis. I tried to feel with my hand where my shorts should have been, but I flinched when I touched something warm and wet instead of my shorts. At that point, I was a little freaked out because I thought I was having a wet dream and I didn't have any other underwear to change into.
