This is actually one of my earliest stabs at erotica, which only recently surfaced during a wander through my assorted USB drives. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
(As always, all characters engaged in sexual situations are 18+)
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"But I don't get why
I
have to be here..."
As she dragged her suitcase along behind her on its little wheels, Julia Reed was kind of wondering that herself, given the complaining she'd been hearing on and off for the last half hour. Unfortunately, they were both pretty much stuck with the situation, and the best answer she could come up with as to why was one her son, Adam, wasn't going to like hearing. She gave a mental shrug and decided that there was little point sugar-coating it.
"The short version, dear, is that your cheating prick of a father has decided to move his latest slut into the house - and I am
not
having you stay there."
Okay, so maybe snapping at him like that wasn't the best plan, but she was hardly in the mood to really give a damn about his feelings. Given the way her soon-to-be-ex husband had treated the pair of them, she suspected Adam might actually be glad for some time away from home.
Once he got past the whining about missing the party he'd been planning to go to over the weekend, anyway. As she stalked down the pathway toward the room she'd managed to book for them both at this motel, she fumed silently at just how crappy a turn her life had taken of late, and amused herself with thoughts of creative revenge on the shit-bag she'd foolishly married when she'd found herself pregnant with Adam nearly nineteen years before. She'd known he could be a prick, sure - what man wasn't sometimes - but
this
?
Maybe it was time to play the field a bit herself, now that she was dumping the trash like she should have long ago. Even at 38, she had a fine figure that she'd worked to keep in shape, and she knew damned well how good she looked. Hell, even Adam had made some joking comments about the way her long blonde hair and 36D's had helped his school football team to a win or two by distracting the opposition.
"Look," Adam said from behind her, "Can't I just stay at Jake's for a few days?"
Sighing, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Honey... I can't say it's only going to
be
a few days. Look, it won't be so bad. I'll find us a better place to stay tomorrow, and we'll see about you going to Jake's party. But for now, let's just get ourselves settled in here for the night, okay?"
After a few moments, he shrugged and nodded, and she managed to muster up a smile for him. Given how late it was, she actually considered herself lucky to have found them anywhere at all for tonight, but one look at this place had convinced her they weren't staying long. When they got to their room a minute or so later, she shrugged her long coat off of her shoulders - and cursed as her purse slid straight onto the ground.
"Dammit..."
Dumping her coat on top of her suitcase, she bent down to retrieve the purse - and the keycard for the room. As she straightened up, she glanced over toward Adam, and saw him quickly looking away. She wasn't sure, but she thought there was a flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there a moment before...
"You okay, honey?"
He nodded quickly, still looking out into the night instead of at her. "Yeah, fine."
Pulling the keycard out of her purse, she shrugged off what she thought she'd seen and concentrated on getting them the hell into the room. "Okay, honey, I'm afraid there wasn't a lot of choice when it came to rooms. We've only got the one bed, I'm afraid..." She looked at him again as she pushed the door open and gave him a quick smile. "We'll have to share."
Adam shrugged as if he didn't much care, but that flush she thought she'd seen was definitely there this time. Rolling her eyes at the teenager's attempt at stoic acceptance, she walked into the room, dumped her suitcase by the bed, and looked around with a sigh. Definitely not the best of accommodations... but it would do. Hell, it would
have
to do. Blowing out a long breath, she realised that it was pretty hot in here, and there was no sign of the background noise of working A/C.
Which made sense, given the way the rest of the day had gone.
"Okay, I'm going to see about sorting some of this crap out," she said, pointing to her case, and Adam's since he'd put his beside it. "You may as well see if there's anything decent to watch on the TV."
"Are you kidding? In a place like this, the only good reception we'll get is for the pay-per-view."
"Which, young man, we are
not
watching."
If she'd been on her own, she might have considered it, but eighteen years old or not, she wasn't going to let
him
do so. Especially with her here. Grabbing the remote from where it sat on one of the bedside tables, she tossed it to him. "See if you can find something that I won't spank you for watching."
He chuckled a little at that, and Julia's mood brightened a bit. Nothing made her happier than seeing her son smile, and if he could so that after everything that had happened today, maybe things weren't a total loss. As he sat on the bed and started flicking through channels - and he was right, the reception was shit - she began putting some things in drawers. Maybe they'd get out of here tomorrow, but there was no harm in being ready in case they didn't...
She bent down to grab some clothes from her case, but paused when she heard a thud from behind her. Looking over, she saw a rather embarrassed-looking Adam picking the remote up from where he'd dropped it on the floor.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking quite determinedly at the TV. Julia shrugged and went back to unpacking, only to pause again when Adam spoke up. "Uh, Mom... I think this thing's stopped working."
She looked over and watched as he pointed the remote at the TV and pushed a button to no noticeable effect. She sighed and walked over to the set, bending down to check if it had any actual manual controls. It did, and she started pushing the buttons. "Tell me when you see something watchable."
