This is a work of fiction.
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You know, road trips can be boring as hell sometimes. Especially when they are with your family, how boring really depends on the person in charge.
That person was my mother, Betty, a very good looking 40 year old brunette.
It's not that she didn't try, she did, after all this was her idea to take a good long cross-country trip to kind of forget about all the bad things that had happened in the last few months. We saw sights, went out to good restaurants, went swimming in places that had pools, etc. It wasn't a bad little vacation at all, just a little boring sometimes.
But over all I think getting away was more for Mom than anyone, me and my sisters were just dealing with things as they came, not really bothered a whole lot by the events that had transpired the last few months.
Our Dad, Phillip had one morning sit down at the breakfast table and announced he was leaving. He needed to find his soul again so he had said. We all thought he was joking of course, he sometimes said crazy things.
I had just shrugged and resumed eating and looking at brochures for colleges. My sisters had giggled and continued talking about their dates that past Friday. Mom had played along with him and gave him a hug and told him to do whatever he needed to do to be happy.
I think it was our lack of reaction at all that really got to him. He had stood up and said good-bye one last time before walking out the door, he didn't eat anything Mom had fixed for him, nor did he take anything with him, he just left.
Mom had stared at the door a moment curiously before resuming making a plate for herself and sitting down with us.
It wasn't until later that evening when Dad didn't come home that we started to worry. I had just got in from hanging out with my buddies that I realized something was wrong. I had gotten home at 8 that night and usually Dad was home by 6 at the latest. I found Mom and my sister Tracy sitting on the couch talking quietly. Both jumped when I entered and then looked crestfallen when they saw it was me.
"What?" I asked.
"Your Dad still hasn't gotten home and he hasn't been at work today. And he's not answering his phone" Mom had said worriedly.
Dad never showed up that night, nor any other night. A week later Mom received the divorce papers in the mail, no explanation, nothing, just a number for some back street lawyer. Dad had took 5 grand out of their checking account and left her the rest. The house, the savings, the cars, he left her everything. He had taken just enough to walk away and that's it.
At first Mom had thought he might be having some kind of mental problem so a couple months after he had left she hired a private detective to find him. Which as it turned out wasn't a very good idea at all. He had found him, but Mom wished he hadn't. Dad had shacked up with some kind of weird cult in the southwest. He even remarried and was about to be a father again, which really upset my mother, but she had paid the private detective and then threw the contact info in the trash.
So now here we were driving down the California highway in the evening, just about dark, looking for a motel to pull into for the night. I was in the passenger seat and the twins were in the back playing with their laptops, Mom was driving and searching the road signs for motels.
Looking at the passing scenery while listening to music from my iPod I happened to see a sign up ahead and told Mom there was a motel at the next exit.
Pulling off at the exit Mom took a right and drove a couple more miles before we saw the place.
It didn't have that roach motel look, in fact it looked kind of nice, even if it was in the middle of nowhere. Hell I didn't even see a gas station nearby, which was kind of weird. The sign said 'La Hotel Familia' and we even saw some nice bungalows out behind it. Which we reasoned must be where the residents of this little area lived.
But the motel had a nice clean parking lot, no trash blowing in the wind, the paint looked new and a pleasant beige color. It was half full of cars, but luckily no one was parked in front of the office.
Pulling in and parking Mom told my sisters to wait in the car while she and I went in and got us 3 rooms. She always wanted me to go in with her when got to places were there wasn't a lot of people around, I guess she was a little afraid to go in by herself.
Going in first with me following we walked up to the desk that had this cute middle-aged Spanish lady behind it, she stood when we entered and gave us a brilliant smile. Mom smiling back asked her if any rooms were available and got a response that surprised her and me as well.
"Welcome to La Hotel Familia, Is your name Betty Stephens?" The Lady asked.
"Why yes, yes it is, how did you know?" Mom asked with a dumbfounded look.
"We have your reservations here Miss Stephens you and three others I believe." She said looking at the reservations.
"But that's impossible, I didn't make any reservations, and I know none of my children did, can you tell me who made them in my name?" Betty asked.
"Oh no Miss Stephens, I took the reservations but I haven't a clue who that person was, I only assumed it was you." The Lady said staring at my mother with a doe-eyed look.
I don't know why, but that one look had an effect on me, I felt my cock begin to rise, something about that clerk was getting to me. Of course she was an attractive woman, I had no doubt of that, her tits were about to bust out of her simple bronze colored t-shirt and her long black hair had a very silky look to it. But no it was her eyes, swirling pools of midnight on a white field that had me staring and my cock rising. I didn't realize my mother was trying to get my attention until she smacked me on the arm.
Shaking myself I turned to one amused mother and a very amused clerk, both were staring at me and glancing down. Looking down my face turned crimson. My cock was making a tent in my pants, it was harder than I had ever felt before and in order to avoid further embarrassment I shuffled over to the front door with my back to the women as they giggled.
"Your husband certainly does have a longing for you doesn't he?" The Lady giggled.
"Oh... I think it was for someone else, not his old Mom" Betty giggled in reply.
Ignoring what the women were saying I barely caught that last bit as I forced myself to calm down while they finally got back to business. Mom eventually just sort of shrugged off the reservation business and took the rooms and paid for them, which turned out to be one of the bungalows we had seen from the road. Each one had 3 bedrooms and a kitchenette with a roll-away bed in the closet if needed. She informed Mom that the rest of the rooms were either reserved or occupied.
