Mom's Room

I decided to go visit Mom. I told Becca I was going to go talk to Mom, and she grunted an affirmation that I existed, maybe. I went next door and knocked.

Mom opened the door. "Hi! What's up?" she asked.

"Time to Listen, Mommy," I said, immediately. She turned and walked back into her room, laying down on the bed.

"I'm listening, Darling," she replied. Perfect.

"Mom, I'm going to come back in about 10 minutes, and when I do, I want you to be ready for me. I want you to go through your clothes and your makeup, and be ready to please me. Do you understand? You will want to pleasure me and get my approval and you'll understand that your little boy wants your body and your skill.. ok?"

"Of course, Darling," she said.

"You will want to fulfill my every wish and obey my every command," I finished. Then I got up and left. I went down to the lobby anf wasted time for a few minutes, trying anything to keep my mind from what might be going on upstairs. Finally, the second my phone told me that 10 minutes had passed, I headed back upstairs.

I knocked on the door and heard Mom call "Who is it?" from inside.

"Its me," I answered.

A moment later and the door opened. My heart stopped. My beautiful buxom mother was standing in front of me, her hands clasped behind her back. A black choker collar encircled her neck and she was wearing a dark red robe of what was probably pure silk. It was belted loosely, showing the inviting cleavage between her full breasts and the only thing stopping it from opening completely seemed to be the hard bumps of her taut nipples. Her lips were painted blood red, and she was wearing a purple eye shadow. Her skin had a light sheen to it, like it had been oiled or recently lotioned. Her eyes were downcast and her hair fell in a cascade around the tops of her creamy tits, bringing their pale skin into stark relief.

"Tell me what I can do to please you..." she groaned. I moved up to her, one hand going to the back of her neck, and the other sliding inside the silken robe to cup a supple breast. Her nipple was like a rock against my palm. I pulled at the nipple, twisting it slightly, and she shuddered.

"First, I want you to take my cock out, " I commanded. Her hands immediately went to my pants, loosening my belt and dropping my pants. Her small hand reached into my underwear and stroked by cock once or twice before pulling down my waistband so that my cock sprang free.

"Tell me what you could do for me, mother," I told her.

"Mmmm. My darling boy. I could take you between my lips and suck you till you came down my throat. I could nestle your beautiful cock between these tits and take your hot semen on my chest. I could take you inside me, filling me, owning me until you erupt in my cunt. Just tell me what to do..." Her hands were still stroking my dick and tenderly caressing my taut balls.

I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled her mouth to mine and threw open her robe, feasting my gaze on her beautiful globes for the first time. I kissed her hard and long, our tongues fucking in our mouths before I bent to suck her nipple between my lips. She cried out quietly and I pushed her back on the bed, sliding down to tear off her black panties. Her pussy was not bare, but had a dark red exclamation point of light hair, and I could smell her arousal, as I slid back up her body. My cock entered her, hot and tight, and she moaned a long exultant sound. I began to thrust inside her, one hand still on her neck, the other kneading the flesh of her huge tits.

"Tell me what I'm doing to you, mother," I told her.

"Fucking me. Fucking me! God yes, baby. Mmmm. God yes!" I sucked on a nipple as I rammed into her again and again.

"Beg me to come inside you," I said, a low growl.

"Please, baby. Please. I want your come. Use me. Fuck me. Oh, my beautiful boy... yes. God. Fill me. Oh yes..." The last was almost a whisper. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, her hair and tits bouncing as I sped up towards my climax.

"Look at me as I come inside you!" I commanded.

Her bright eyes stared into mine, her expression one of desire and pleading. She wanted it. I gave it to her.

My hands on her tits, I started to come, pulse after pulse into her hot cunt. Her mouth was open as she looked at me, knowing what I did to her. Her red lips were wet and inviting, and little whimpers kept escaping them. Finally, I was done, slipping out of her and sliding down to the floor. I turned so that I was sitting on the floor next to the bed. She lay panting on the bed above me.

"Thank you. Thank you," she kept whispering.

"You aren't quite done, Mom," I said. "Crawl down here and clean off my cock with your mouth."

"Of course, baby!" she quickly got down onto the ground, her tits hanging in front of her. Her lips caressed my softening cock, licking the last juices from me.

When we were recovered, I got up and put my pants back on. I kissed her once more on the mouth, and went back into the hall, closing the door behind me. I popped my keycard into our door-lock and swung the door open.

Becca was standing, staring, her face a visage of horrified shock.

"What the fuck did you guys just do? What the fuck?" Shit. Thin hotel walls. Of course.

"Time to Listen, Becca" I said.

"To what? What the fuck possible explanation can there be??" She was beginning to scream.

I had forgotten.

"Time to Listen, Mom" I said and watched her demeanor crumble.

"I'm listening, Darling," Becca said, walking to the bed. I really had to fix that.