The room makes adjustments (End)

Your dad's arrival in the afternoon came at a perfect time as you and your "mom" had spent the morning talking and enjoying a breakfast. After he arrived and your parents excused themselves for some "private" time, you walked around the resort and spotted Keith talking with some of the other guests. He wasn't hanging around any women, you noticed with a smile, but as you got up to leave, you felt a slight longing in his general direction. It was difficult to explain exactly what that meant but you just dismissed it.

By the time the day turned into evening, you were certain that the longing was mutual.

You didn't know how exactly but you kept running into him on the pool deck, at the buffet for lunch, and even at the beach which was down the road a few miles. Everywhere you looked, you noticed him around. It was easy enough to strike up a conversation between the two of you, despite your ages, and you learned that he was here for a few more days. He even mentioned that he had met someone incredible and was sure they had hit it off. For your part, you said nothing but kept a close watch on him and his demeanor, realizing that your suspicion was right: he had fell in love with her.

Your steps back to your room that evening were full of questions, mainly on whether you were contemplating changing back into the sultry brunette that Keith knew, that he definitely fancied in many ways, and enjoyed the company of greatly. Did she, or rather you, feel the same way about him? It was hard to say for certain because the room's adjustments had made it that you were, in one reality, a mother and married woman. If this reality had your girlfriend be your mom, and not your daughter, how would that impact the woman you had been with Keith?

Your hand grasped the key card as you stopped in front of the door. The woman...no...you...you had enjoyed your time with Keith, remembering the feeling of his arms around you, the way he kissed you, the feeling of his cock pressing into you and driving you to orgasm after orgasm. It had been more than sex, though, as the time you two spent together had been exciting, enjoyable, and it made you feel loved and cherished. Did women feel like that except for when in love?

You slipped into the hotel room and, sure enough, your dad's back was to you as he and your mom fucked on the bed, her legs spread wide. You watched for a moment before you slipped behind the bathroom door before either could notice. Within moments, the room had picked up on your thoughts and a momentary flash caused you to blink. Another moment to clear your mind and you looked at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the image of the woman you had been earlier looking back at you. The noises from the bedroom was still going on and you peeked out, seeing your friend and her husband fucking each other. It took you a moment to realize what had happened and then, with a primp and checking your make up one last time, you slipped out of the room.

Keith opened the door on the third knock as you stepped forward and looked at him. "My friend's husband came by and is staying in our room. It's good that you got a room..." You let the door close behind you as your husband brought his hand up to your waist and held you close to him. "I'm glad you came down, baby..."