All characters are 18 or older.
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"Go ahead and set down the bags Ethan." My mother Jackie said, "Isn't this lovely?" I looked around the bright hotel room we were staying at for the weekend. Ahem had been invited to speak at an author convention. Her book had just been become the year's bestseller.
"Yeah mom." I replied, "It's great." She nodded silently and looked around. It was obvious things weren't perfect. Things hadn't been perfect and from the looks of things, they would never be perfect again.
It had been almost 4 months ago. My parent's 25 year anniversary. Mom was dressed fancy and everything seemed just right. I had just entered my senior year of high school and was looking for colleges to attend. Then Dad dropped the bomb on us. He was leaving Mom for some 20-something "model" he had been cheating on Mom with for almost a year.
Mom stayed almost completely silent throughout the divorce process. Susannah, my father's wife had repeatedly asked us to visit but we never complied. I never accepted calls or texts from that bastard. Not after what he did. Mom and I had each other. And unlike my father, I swore I'd never abandon her.
"Ethan?" Mom called, snapping me out of my rage, "You might want to see this." I entered the adjoining part of the room, finding that there was only one bed. "I've called the front desk. No more rooms are available." I nodded understandably.
"It's fine Mom." I said, "The room is great anyway. I'll just sleep on the couch." She shook her head. "Absolutely not. That couch is too hard. We'll make do." After we go to settled, Mom went to scope out the convention center where she was to speak.
Alone, I got the remote and flipped around on the tv. Finding nothing of interest, I just looked around my laptop. Images of my mother passed through my mind. I jerked faster. I remembered the night my dad left.
She called me to her room and we just held each through the night, as if letting each other know that we still had each other. She was so warm, her 36I boobs in her sheer top squished against me. I had never felt as good as I had that night, Mom nestled in my arms, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling softly in time with her breathing.
After I was sure she was asleep, I slowly lowered my pants, exposing my painfully hard erection. Her gorgeous breasts threatened to pop from her nightie and I went even faster, moaning into my pillow as I came in thick numerous splurts.
I lay back a few minutes, recovering my from my brutal orgasm. I was covered in cum on my chest and thighs and even some had blasted on the wall. After I took a shower, I cleaned up. However, strangely, it seemed there was less cum than had been there when I left. Mom slept soundly on her side and I lay next to her, falling asleep to her warmth.
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The next morning, I played the video games I had brought along but images of Mom kept playing through my head. Soon, I was going to town of my cock laying back on the bed. Hearing Mom fiddling with the door, I hastily pulled up my pants.
"How was your meeting?" I asked, trying not to gawk at how amazing she looked in her business suit. Her boobs were held firmly in her specially made bra.
"Oh it was perfect." She said. She checked her watch and smiled broadly. "Guess what Ethan," she said excitedly, "The hotel is having a concerto this evening and I made us reservations." I immediately sighed.
Mom loved classical music. I on the hand could take it or leave it. However, I saw the sadness in her eyes. "Oh," she said, "I just thought... it could be something to do..." I sighed again.
"Alright Mom" I consented, "I'll go with you."
She squealed and pulled me in for a tight hug. The sweet smell of her perfume seemed to calm me and she ordered me a tuxedo from a nearby shop. I liked seeing her happy again, full of the energy and life I hadn't seen in her since Dad left.
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When I returned from the tuxedo shop, Mom was in the bathroom getting ready. As I stripped to my boxers, she came out and I nearly fell over. My usually buttoned-up, hair in a bun mother was arrayed in a dazzling gold dress with her auburn hair past her shoulders. The front of the dress ran down her cleavage just barely holding the beautiful masses on each side.
"What do you think?" She asked playfully to my stunned reaction.
"You... um..." I stammered, "You look beautiful." She smiled as I finished putting on my tux. The zipper got stuck and I tried to force it up but she came over to help.
Realizing my beautiful mother had her soft hands so close to my crotch was enticing. Twice she moved over my hard-on and I twitched but thankfully she didn't notice. As we rode the elevator downstairs, it suddenly lurched and Mom fell over into my arms.
For a few seconds, we gazed into each other's eyes and seemed to draw closer to each other's as the doors opened to the wide luxurious ballroom. After a few hours of Mozart and Chopin, I had to stand up. However, some others thought I was about to dance and Mom pulled me onto the floor.
As we danced, I couldn't get over how beautiful she looked, her head laying against my chest as we swayed gently along with the couples. She smelled so good and she felt so warm against me as her hands rubbed up my arms. As the last song ended, we looked into each other's eyes again.
It seemed unreal as our mouths met, her soft lips pressing fervently to mine. The kiss was long and sweet, our tongues colliding together. As the last chord was struck, the other attendees exploded into applause, snapping us from our kiss. Mom looked shocked and she suddenly pulled away and smoothed her dress.
The rest of the night was silent and awkward as I and Mom basically avoided each other. The next morning, I awoke to find Mom gone and note saying she had gone to check out the beach. As I showered, the events of the previous night ran through my mind.
When I finished Mom returned and I nearly fell over. She had on a hot orange bikini which tops were nearly swallowed by her soft orbs. She stood contemplating her words and I sat, knowing it would be serious.
Sitting beside me, she held my hand. "Ok..." she said, collecting her thoughts, "About yesterday..."