“Pardon?” the girl asked, shocked by the question.
The elevator was just reaching the lobby when Mom said something even I couldn’t believe, “Do I have any of my son’s cum in my hair?”
Both the guy’s and the girl’s mouths dropped open at the outrageous question with all its taboo implications.
The elevator door opened and Mom said, “I’ll be right back, son.”
“Hurry back, slut,” I ordered, finally speaking.
Both looked at me as Mom walked out of the elevator and into the lobby, which was rather full.
The girl asked, “She isn’t really your Mom?”
“No,” I lied, “She just likes the shock value. She’s actually my English teacher.”
“Well done, dude,” the guy said, impressed.
His girlfriend glared at him and they left, the guy searching around for another look at my cum-faced mother.
Mom was in line behind a couple of other guests checking in, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that she was a sticky mess and people were staring at her.
I watched, amused and with a sense of power at Mom obeying such an extreme order. She turned to me and winked, surprisingly not embarrassed by the stares. Like I had thanked Ellie for on the airplane, her long-ago training of my Mom was turning out to be useful, even as I now used that very training against her.
When it was Mom’s turn, she spoke with the desk clerk who did a double take, but after listening to whatever mom said, checked her identification and handed her a room-key. Mom walked back to me and handed me the key before saying, “Miranda texted me to go meet the girls for a drink.”
“Ok,” I said, wishing the drinking age was eighteen, not the ridiculously conservative twenty-one.
“It’s girl time,” mom smiled, kissing me on the lips and inadvertently returning some of my own cum to me, which I didn’t mind.
“That worries me,” I admitted.
“Me too,” she shrugged, “but I’ll have Miranda there to protect me.”
“Have fun,” I smiled.
“I can’t imagine it will be as much fun as we just had,” Mom smiled.
“I hope not,” I chuckled back.
Another sticky kiss and she was gone. I went up the elevator and into the room, which is not a correct description for it. It was massive! I spent the next twenty minutes looking around before taking a much-needed shower.
When I got out I could hear the three MILFs laughing and I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my towel.
“Speaking of the boy toy,” Ellie said, her tone not about flattery.
“Ladies,” I said, trying to be suave.
“Go get dressed sexy, we’re going out for supper and a show,” Miranda said.
I asked. “And which room is mine?”
“Our room is the first on the left,” Miranda said.
“Cool,” I said casually. I left the ladies, rolled my luggage into the room and got dressed.
Strangely, the rest of the evening proceeded completely uneventfully. I learned later that during their brief girls’ only time they’d agreed there would be no sexual conversation, flirting, not even word play for the remainder of the evening. In some ways this was good news as I was a bit worn out by the constant sexual tension between Ellie and Mom that had her so stressed out.