“I took the liberty of booking us a room upstairs. Room 1986.” She said, conspiratorially, as if they were two spies plotting to bring down the state, rather than a mother and son embarking on an incestuous affair. “I’m going to go up there, get freshened up and wait. If you want to, you can come join me. And we’ll begin. You don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into anything. If you want to walk away, walk away. The decision is up to you.”
She stood up and walked away. But then she came back and kissed him on the top of his head. She leant down and whispered in his ear.
“I love you, sweetheart. Never forget that.”
He watched her walk out the room. He was not alone in doing so. His mother was a fox, and she was dressed to impress. Her succulent hips were swaying as she sashayed along, her dress barely long enough to cover her stocking tops.
Greg sat there for a few minutes, studying the keycard intently.
You should leave, he thought to himself. Just get out of here.
But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, he got up and headed for the elevator. He reached the right floor and walked down the corridor, conscious of the thick heavy carpet beneath his shoes. Before he knew it, he was stood in front of Room 1986, the keycard pressed tightly in the palm of his hand. His grip was so firm, the plastic edge was painfully digging into his skin.
On the other side of the door, Annie was waiting. She had dispensed with the dress and was now stood in her high-heeled shoes, stockings and lingerie, which consisted of a tiny little g-string that wouldn’t have been big enough to cover her bush, if she had one, and a matching half-cup bra. Her breasts looked truly magnificent on display, two succulent orbs of creamy tit-flesh, her nipples erect and almost pulsing with excitement.
She looked into the little peephole and could see her son hovering only a few inches away. Her hand reached out to open the door, but she pulled back suddenly, as if the handle was scalding hot.
He needs to make the decision, she thought to herself.
Time seemed to stand still for both of them. It felt like they were stood there for hours, even if it must only have been half a minute or more. Greg looked down the corridor one way, then the other. Finally, he turned back the way he came and walked towards the elevator, his shoulders drooping and his footsteps heavy.
Annie gasped, and it was only as she did so that she realised she’d been holding her breath. She saw her son disappear from sight, a crushing sense of disappointment washing over her.
Maybe he’ll come back? She thought. Maybe he’ll change his mind?
She clung to that crumb of comfort for a few minutes, but it was soon abundantly clear that he wasn’t going to join her. She had been stood up. He wasn’t going to fuck her. At least, he wasn’t going to that night. Annie was disheartened, but she wasn’t defeated. This was all a bit too much for him, she’d come on too strong. She should’ve played a longer game. All those thoughts came to mind, and she believed them. But Annie had seen the way he looked at her. She knew the way he had responded when she kissed him. She knew how much he had enjoyed it when she jerked him off with her stockinged foot.
She believed her son would soon be her lover. Not yet. Not tonight. But it was only a matter of time.
Annie retreated back towards the bed. She had paid for the room, she might as well use it. She was still horny, so she decided she might raid the minibar and watch some porn on the hotel’s in-house entertainment system. For a second, she speculated on what Ray might say about her not coming home that evening, but she decided he would be too engrossed in other things to care.
She settled down on the bed, her fingers soon wandering beneath the delicate lace of her g-string, her clit throbbing with excitement and anticipation.
Soon. So soon.
8
Whatever it was – guilt, some kind of moral integrity or sheer bloody-minded stubbornness – Greg managed to hold out three whole days. He knew he wanted to fuck her. He had wanted to fuck her ever since he discovered all the fun he could have playing with his not so little pee pee. But she was his mother. And you don’t fuck your mother. Except, now he could.
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