This story you’re about to read is my first attempt at a mother son story..Mom and son share a bed, and a lot more,..
Rose opened her eyes and looked at the cheap digital clock on the motel’s even cheaper nightstand. It was eleven forty-five, and she was wide awake. By rights she should be sleeping. This was day two of her brilliant idea to drive from RI to California to see her sister, Laura.
She thought it would be a nice to drive rather than fly and spend some time alone with Vince who begrudgingly took two weeks out of work and come with her for the trip. They’d each driven several hours today, stopping only for lunch and dinner, and a quick bathroom stop.
Figuring they’d be too tired to drive much further, Rose had looked up local hotels located a hundred miles from where they’d stopped to eat, figuring they’d drive a couple more hours before calling it a night.
She’d found a decent four-star hotel and booked a room with two beds, to save a little money, and so her and Vince could watch some movies together, something they still enjoyed doing even though ta twenty it would be hard to get him to admit that.
Vince claimed he kept up their ‘movie nights’ at home solely for her benefit, but Rose knew he liked the time with her, especially if the movie was bad and they’d make fun of it the whole way through.
When they arrived at the hotel, Rose was informed there was a booking error and they didn’t have anything available. Pissed off, she went back to the car, and went back to looking up places to stay within a few miles of them.
The third place with no openings explained there was a big business expo in town, and that’s why everything was full. With neither of them up for driving too much further, Rose kept looking until she found a cheap motel that said they had one room left.
The price was close to what the four-star hotel would have been, and no doubt higher than their regular rate, to take advantage of the convention. Rose paid over the phone with her credit card to avoid losing the room, and they drove the twenty minutes to get there.
The place was a pit, even Vince remarking it looked like the kind of motel people paid by the hour to fool around with a hooker or have a sleazy affair. Rose did her best to come up with a forced smile.
Vince had no idea Rose had caught Brian cheating on her and had caught him at a place not much better than this leaving with a girl that looked a lot closer to Vince’s age than hers. They’d been arguing constantly ever since, Brian claiming it was a one-time thing, and a mistake, but what the hell, she ‘wasn’t into it’ anymore.
Rose knew it wasn’t just that once, and it was bullshit she wasn’t into sex. Rose had always loved sex, but the last couple of years sex had been one way, his way. Rose went out of her way to keep herself in shape, had her hair and nails done on a regular basis, wore lingerie, would role play little fantasies in the bedroom, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do.
But all that effort she put into it was for her to suck his cock, get fucked for about two minutes if it was that long, then he’d go to sleep. His idea of foreplay had become squeezing her tits, and maybe a slap on the ass if they did it doggy.