Author's Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, and, even in role play, are "playing" characters at least 18 years of age.
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As Mom and I drove back to the hotel, she actually managed to calm me back down a bit. It was the strangest thing; I mean, we were leaving a sex club where at least a dozen unspeakable things had just happened, and Mom was talking to me about it like it was my first day at camp! "So, I saw you made a friend," was her lead-in to asking me about the woman she'd found resting in my lap, post blowjob. And, as Mom questioned me, I eventually got to the part where the woman had insisted on pretending that we were Aunt and Nephew. But, her whole reaction to that was just a smile, and a, "Ooh, how exciting! I might just have to tease her about that next time and call her 'Sis' or something;" and Mom just, gave a laugh. As if, tonight had been totally normal. And, that just might have been the freakiest thought of all. That, for my Mom, tonight had some kind of normalcy to it. I mean... minus the part where we... you know...
Anyway, it was like that all the way to the hotel. The strangest part of it might have been that it worked. I mean, Mom talked it about it all like it was so normal, that it she almost made it normal, just by doing so. She poked me, and she laughed, and teased a bit, but never too much. She did the Mom thing. It was like I said, no different than she might have talked about camp, or my first day at school, or anything else. So, she chatted with me and as she did, the sound of her voice, the most familiar voice in the world, somehow made it all seem normal. At least, as long as I didn't picture... you know. The stuff she'd been involved in.
But, alas, my sense of normalcy did not last long. It's not that I was surprised when we got to the hotel and had to check into a king suite as husband and wife. I mean, I was up here pretending to be Dad after all; so of course, the original reservations hadn't accounted for me. No, that didn't surprise me. However, the glimpses I kept getting into my parents' lives were proving to be always, just a little more, than I'd been prepared to expect. So, after Mom's shower was over, she called from the bathroom, "Hey, uh, sweetie...;" and her apologetic tone immediately told me that something was about to be dropped on me. "Yeah Mom?" I said tentatively, trying to brace myself for the unknown.
"Soooo..." she started from the other side of the door. "The thing is... I didn't pack a second suitcase when you agreed to do this with me. So, all I have is what I brought when I thought I was coming here with your Dad, and well..."
And with that, Mom stepped out from around the bathroom door and into the bedroom area wearing silk lingerie that somehow managed to be too tight and form fitting, while also being so loose that it seemed to be draping; and falling off of her at every turn. Her large breasts struggled against the thin silk material, while at the same time it seemed impossible for her to keep both of the straps on her shoulders. Every move she made sent a strap slowly slipping off of one shoulder, or the other. At the back, her perfect ass was being caressed by the material as it struggled to keep her covered, but at the front, the loose, frictionless nature of the material had it constantly threatening to ride up too high, if she moved just right, and show the world, "the goods."
She was biting her lower lip and looking appologetic as she stood before me like the universe's first, shy sex-goddess; but her mood quickly changed when I, unable to help myself, asked, "Does Dad have something against pajama's or something!"
At that, Mom laughed so hard she actually snorted a little, and quickly brought her hand up to cover her face when she realized that she had. And her laugh broke the tension enough that I laughed a little too. A little...
After a minute or so, I took my turn in the shower, and came out in shorts and a t-shirt, because I'd known exactly what I was packing for; even if I had been expecting more than one bed, or even more than one room, for the sleeping arrangements. As part of our own wind-down from the evening, and possibly because we were both used to staying up pretty late, Mom and I ended up channel flipping in the hotel, as we sat up in bed together.
That worked, for a little bit. But after an hour or so, I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore, and I sort of blurted out to Mom that I needed to understand why on Earth she would dress that way after a full night in a sex club.
It wasn't an attack or anything, it was just really odd to me! Like, her and Dad would have just finished fulfilling their every fantasy, and they were about to go back to do it again the very next night, why on Earth would Dad insist on Mom dressing like, temptation itself!?!
At first, Mom gave me a look that might best be described as, "Excuse me Mister!" and I realized that yelling out questions without context over an hour after they made sense might seem a little... 'attacky'. But before I could muster a sheepish explanation, Mom seemed to watch the whole thing play out on my face and caught on before I even had to explain myself. She held up a hand and nodded for a sec, cutting off my explanation as she said something along the lines of, "Okay, okay. I can see where this is coming from."
I gulped, grateful for the save. But I was also really hoping that this moment of understanding would be followed by an answer of some kind. And, "thankfully," I guess, it was.
Mom turned the TV off, then she reached over and turned the light off. Then, turning back to face me, she told me that she was going to do her best to answer my question, but first she needed me to turn my light off, and lay facing away from her. I hesitated for only a second.
Following Mom's lead over the last day or two had already led to several of the most amazing moments of my life, and if anyone was a master of this strange fetish world that I found myself visiting, it was her. So, I did as she asked, and I laid there in the dark, waiting to hear her answer, and maybe a little thankful that I wouldn't see my Mom laid out like a porn star beside me every time I glanced her way.
After a few moments though, Mom scooted up to me, and I felt that porn star body of hers mold itself again mine with only the tiniest traces of silky lingerie acting as a barrier between our two naked bodies. After a second though, I did remember how to breathe again; so at least I had that going for me.
Then, in a voice that could have seduced a dead man, Mom asked, "Did you see all those men that followed me into the private room?" And, damnit, she actually waited for an answer. Which left me trying to form words despite the growing heat that seemed to be frying my brain for some reason. Still, I managed a, "yeah."
But then, mercilessly, she asked, "and do you know what we were doing in that room?" And, I swear to god, I felt her scoot into me just a little more, even though we were already touching. A small grinding motion, that moved traces of her warmth all along me, and brushed the rest with silk. I nodded, and managed to hum a yes, "mmmm hmmm."
"Well," Mom continued. "That part, right there; the things that were happening in that room... that's your Dad's favorite part. He likes the part of the night where his wife goes into a room with a stranger or two, and then when we do the things that I did tonight."
And, I should've kept my mouth shut, I really should have... but instead of that, I did something that it is never safe to do. I corrected my Mother.
