Pete sipped his wine slowly as he stood on the side and watched the reception crowd. Mom really hadn’t needed him. One of the senior directors from New York had whisked her off a few minutes after they arrived so she could “meet some people.”
A pointed glance from the director had made it clear to Pete that he wasn’t invited.
Still, it was amusing to watch the social and political maneuvering. He didn’t know any of the names or actual titles, but it didn’t take long to figure out who the bigwigs were, by how the others treated them.
No one gave Mom that deference. Which was a shame, given how hard she worked.
There weren’t as many women as he’d expected either. Maybe a quarter of the room. Most were close to Mom’s age, but none were as attractive.
He snorted softly. He wasn’t supposed to notice how sexy his mom was, now was he?
But he wasn’t blind. Objectively, she was. Even some of his friends said so.
He surveyed the room again. Yeah, none of the women here held a candle to Mom. Jenna came close, but that was it.
And speaking of Jenna, he needed to get going…
‘This,” Jenna said, “was amazing.” She slid the plate with a few remaining crumbs of chocolate cake away. “How did you find this place?”
“The concierge recommended it.” He leaned back himself and swirled his dessert wine.
“So sophisticated.” She smiled at him. “It’s hard to believe you’re so young.”
He shrugged, but then smirked. “It has its advantages.”
“Oh?” she playfully asked.
“Mmm hmm. Stamina for one. Appreciation for another.”
“Is that so?” She leaned forward. “But what about… experience?”
He moistened his lips. “Where it counts.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“But we are doing this. Right?”
She smirked, and then slowly nodded.
The door to the suite had barely shut when Jenna was in his arms. They kissed, deep and passionately. As their tongues met, he dropped his hands to her ass. She moaned when he gave her a squeeze. A minute later, her own hands found his butt.
His heart raced as the kisses heated. She started fumbling with his buttons, but he stopped her and then tugged her towards his bedroom. She pulled her blouse off as she strode ahead of him. He started unbuttoning his own shirt.
At the foot of his bed, they each paused and grinned at each other as they stripped to their underwear.
Jenna wore black panties and bra, with lacy trim. Pete chuckled.
“What?” she asked coyly.
“My favorite color.” He moistened his lips.
“Mmm?” Her eyes flashed as she regarded his briefs of the same color.
“Let me.” He pulled her into his arms again for another kiss. As they made out, his hands found the clasp of her bra. He flicked his wrist and popped it free.
Jenna finished the kiss and grinned at him. “Pretty smooth.”
“Young, but experienced.”
“Good.” She kissed him again.
He slowly eased her bra off without breaking the kiss. She helped, but the moment it hit the floor, he moved his hand around to her breasts. She moaned as he caressed and lightly squeezed. Her nipples were stiff under his fingers and she gasped when he flicked them.
He shifted his kisses to her jaw, and then behind her ear. She shuddered and closed her eyes as he worked his way south. She moaned when he reached her breasts and lightly licked her nipples. When he lightly bit her nipple, she gasped. He chuckled, low and throaty, before continuing south.
The strong smell of her arousal greeted him as he tugged her panties down. Once again, she helped him. He kissed her mound and the arrow of her pubic hair. She shifted her stance as he kissed lower, but he paused.
“This will be better on the bed,” he said.
She was on her back in a flash.
He kissed, licked, sucked and fingered. She was tangier than he was used to, but juicier. She shuddered every time he pressed her clit with his tongue, so of course, he kept doing it. He tightened his lips around it and sucked. She moaned, but shuddered more when he went back to simple pressure.
He continued to lick and press as he brought a finger up. She gasped when he slid it inside and curled it. Her juices increased, bathing his tongue. He stroked and licked and nuzzled until she arched her back and went stiff. He held still while she shook. She didn’t cry out, and after a moment, she gasped and collapsed back on the mattress.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“Yeah…”
He quickly shed his underwear and then kissed his way back up her body. When he was far enough that the head of his cock nudged her pussy, he waited. She smiled at him and nodded.
He reached down and adjusted himself so his dick nestled between her folds.
Then he slowly pushed in.
Jenna sucked in her breath.
Her warmth and wetness surrounded him as he eased forward. He moved slowly until his hips met hers. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the pleasure.
Then he began to thrust.
She rolled her hips to meet him. He couldn’t quite kiss her—their heights weren’t quite right, but he buried his head next to her ear while she ran her hands up and down his back.
“Oh, Pete…,” she moaned. “Yeah… keep doing that.”
He screwed her hard but steadily.
“Oh, Pete…”
“You’re so sexy,” he murmured in her ear. “Can you feel how hard I am? How hard because of you?”
She groaned.
He rose up so he could look at her face. She had her eyes closed, but she was gasping with each thrust.
He grinned. Time to make her come.
He sped up, thrusting harder and harder. She wrapped her arms around him and urged him on. A few minutes later, she went over the edge with a loud cry.
He chuckled.
When she’d caught her breath, she opened her eyes and gave him a loopy grin.
“Another?” he asked.
“You haven’t come.”
“After you have another.”
She sucked in her breath. “Okay.”
With a groan, he pulled off her and flopped to the side.
“Wow,” she said. “Just wow.”
“Yeah.” The waves of pleasure were still washing through his body. “That was a big one.”
“For both of us.” She grinned at him. “I don’t think I can go again.”
“Me neither.”
“What?” she teased. “Three times is too many?”
He laughed. “Well… for now. How about in the morning?”
“Maybe… I have to be at my meeting at eight.”
“Plenty of time.” He smiled at her.
She laughed. “You are incorrigible.”
“And you love it.”
She nodded, but then yawned.
“Yeah.” He reached over and turned out the bedside lamp.
Pete slowly eased awake. The room seemed more gray then black, though still quite dark. Beside him, Jenna lay on her side facing away. She breathed quietly, her body barely moving under the rumpled and askew blankets.
He blinked once, twice. Then he closed his eyes again and rested for a bit. But as much as he hated it, he was definitely awake for the long haul. He slowly shifted until he could see the clock on the nightstand. Six fucking a.m. His body clock was definitely still screwed up from the flight.
He rolled on his side away from Jenna and pulled the blanket back up against the light chill of the room.
Last night had been… wow. Just wow.
His dick stiffened.
Yeah. Wow.
When did Jenna have to be at her meeting? Eight? Yeah, she’d said eight.
Plenty of time for a round of morning sex.
He grinned. He knew just how to wake her up.
He started to ease the covers down, but stopped himself. He wanted to wake her up. Not the cool room. Slowly, he burrowed under the blankets, doing his best not to disturb her. When he was low enough, gentle pressure on her hip helped roll her onto her back. She stirred a little and mumbled something, but it was too muffled by the blankets for him to make out.
He nudged her thighs apart and crawled up between them. He felt a little light-headed as he moved into position, but remained determined. He could pull the blankets down for fresh air once she’d woken.
First, a light kiss on her inner right thigh. Then one on her left. Another on her right, but a bit higher. He slowly worked his way up.
Until he hit fabric. He paused. She must’ve put her panties back on during the night. He nuzzled along the seam and brought one hand up. Yes, he could push them aside.
Using one hand to keep the fabric out of the way, he kissed and lightly licked closer, until his tongue found her folds. He took one long swipe from bottom to top.
She shifted and let out a small moan.
She was waking up. Good.
He did it again, and then nuzzled in, the cotton pressed against his nose, her musky scent filling it. He licked and suckled through her panties. The taste was off, bland and dry, but that didn’t matter. He could feel her growing wetness.
She shifted and then the covers shoved down. He inhaled deep, the fresh air invigorating him. He pulled back and tugged at her panties. She lifted her hips, helping him to pull them down.
As he slid them off, he looked up. In the dark, he could barely see her head, and couldn’t read her expression at all.
Once she’d kicked her underwear off, he settled back in. She hesitated, until he tapped her thighs. Then she spread them wider, giving him room. Back in position, he flicked his tongue around her engorged clit, before tightening his lips around it.
She gasped and shuddered.
He grinned. That hadn’t worked nearly so well last night.
He licked and kissed and then sucked her clit again. She drew in her breath and clenched the sheets beside her. So he brought a finger up and slid it inside.
Her breathing quickened as he curled his finger and rapidly licked her clit. Her scent deepened and more of her juices flooded his chin. He grinned. She was getting closer, and he was getting hard.
He sped up, and a moment later she trembled and then went stiff. She arched her back in a wordless cry. Her pussy spasmed around his finger as more moisture coated it.
His hard cock throbbed.
While she caught her breath, he planted kisses on her mound and then worked his way up, one slow kiss at a time. She tensed, but remained still. He reached her belly button, still feathering kisses, and then shifted to his knees. He shuffled forward until the head of his cock brushed her pussy.
He still couldn’t see her face well in the low gloom, but he sensed her nervousness.
“Ready?” He reached down and shifted his dick until the tip nestled between her folds.
“Pete?”
Mom?!
Pete froze. There was no mistaking that voice. Nor, now that the room had grown a little lighter with the dawn, the shape of her face.
His blood raced.
His mother! He was on top of his mother!
“Please…”
He held still, acutely aware of the heat of her pussy. And her juices on his lips and chin.
“Please…,” she repeated.
She put her hands on his side and then slid them down. He expected her to push him off, but then her fingers moved onto his back and down to his ass.
Instead of pushing, she pulled.
His cock slid forward and in.
He gasped as the warmth and wetness of his mom’s pussy surrounded him. His mom’s!
She groaned. Not in distress, but pleasure.
Sweat broke out on his brow. He eased back, intending to pull out, but she whimpered.
She wanted him to fuck her!
Instead of pulling all the way out, he paused… and the thrust back in.
She cried out. Her hands tightened on his ass, pulling him deeper.
Pleasure surged through him. She was so slick and hot… he moved easily, back and forth, each stroke a wave of ecstasy.
She made small cries each time his hips met hers. Any worries, any protests fled his brain. The animal took over. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could without going over the edge himself. By god, she was going to come first!
He pounded her hard, pinning her to the mattress. He pulled up enough to look at her face, but her eyes were closed.
After unmeasured minutes, her cries grew. Her hands slid from his ass to his back and she wrapped her legs around him. She started moaning.
“Pete… oh, Pete… oh, Pete!”
He shifted his angle and buried himself as far as he could go. He bent his head and lightly bit one of her nipples.
She shrieked and raked his back with her nails. Startled, he pulled up, just as she began to come.
He gasped as her pussy clamped down on him. She arched her back under him. With her mouth open in an “O” she held still, wordless, as she trembled and shook. Finally, she gasped for breath.
He’d held still, but now he moved again. He slowly slid his dick into her again.
“Come for me,” she gasped. “I want to feel you come.”
He nodded. He was already on the edge. He stroked in and out.
“Yeah,” she gasped, “fuck me.”
He went over the edge.
Pete slowly drifted down from the happy, loopy post-orgasmic haze. Every muscle tingled. He felt lightheaded. Had he ever come so hard?
Except his back stung in a dozen places, and the room was way, way too bright. The lights in the center room flooded through the open doorway.
Had he fallen asleep?
Clearly a couple of minutes had passed since he’d—
—since he’d fucked his mother.
His mother!
The guilt crashed in and he almost burst out a sob. He caught himself and forced himself to breathe deeply.
She’d wanted it, he reminded himself. He hadn’t raped her. She was just as guilty as he.
He took a few more deep breaths.
Oh, God. He’d fucked his mother.
What kind of a douchebag was he?
One that fucked his mother, apparently.
Which made him a motherfucker.
The irony amused him. But he pushed it aside. Mom had to be in the main room. Time to face the music.
Mom sat, wearing a hotel robe, at the little breakfast table. Her hands clasped a cup of something lightly steaming, and her head turned when he entered.
“So…,” she said with a huge sigh. “What just happened?”
“I thought you were Jenna.”
“Jenna?”
“Yeah, from the plane. She, uh, spent the night. Well, uh, part of the night.”
“So you thought—”
“Yeah. Uh—what were you doing there?”
She snorted softly.
“I mean,” he continued, “it’s my bed—”
“And I spilled wine on mine. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Well, I didn’t. I mean, I wouldn’t’ve, but I wasn’t expecting—”
“You were expecting Jenna.”
“Yeah.” He slid into the chair opposite her. He took a deep breath.
She didn’t meet his eyes.
“So why didn’t you stop me?” He couldn’t keep the little boy whine out of his voice.
“Because I didn’t realize it was you,” she snapped.
“Didn’t realize!” He threw up his hands. “How could you not realize!”
“You try thinking straight when you’re half asleep!”
He shrank back from her glare. But then her nostrils flared as some thought crossed her mind, and her face softened.
“I should’ve stopped you,” she said more softly.
“I should’ve stopped,” he agreed.
They fell silent for a moment. His heart pounded, filling his ears with his pulse. He forced himself to breath normally.
“Well…,” she finally said, “you can’t uncrack the egg.”
He nodded.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
He became acutely aware of the stickiness on his chin. He needed to do the same.