Our suite was lovely. Two bedrooms, one, having a King bed was a bit larger than the other which had a queen bed, and a shared bath between them. There was a large living area and a nice foyer leading to the back stairs descending to the outside so we could come and go without bother the owners.
We started a fun argument on who slept where, both insisting that the other take the king bed. “Your 6’4″ tall,” she demanded, “You need the king bed”.
“All beds are the same length, and you’re my princess,” I responded, “You take the King bed.”
We seemed at an impasse. I had the brilliant idea to suggest, figuring she would give in and take the king. “I tell you what. Either you take it, or why don’t we share the king bed, it’s not like we haven’t lain together intimately already! You or both of us in the King, I will not take that bed without you!”
Mom got this mischievous look in her eyes and said, “You think I will pass on that and you’ll win? OK fine, we share it.”
Wow, I did win!
We unpacked and went exploring around the grounds. We were sounded by the thick woods similar to what we saw at the lake. There were trails packed by snowmobile use, so we could walk for hours with ease. At a point where we stopped to admire a particular view, I put my arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her in tightly to me.
Mom sighed, “Doug this is so perfect, I love you and I love this place!”
I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine, “I Love you too Mom” and gave her a passionate kiss, first no tongue, then I slipped my tongue gently in between her lips and she let it enter. I tasted my Mother’s mouth and lusted for her entire being! Our breathing deepened like it had in the camper. I even joked, “Want to go to the camper and get in the sleeping bag?”
Mom opened her eyes, punched might lightly in my side, and said, “You wish,” but then after looking thoughtfully around the area and towards the Inn, She added, “Why use a sleeping bag with that big bed up there waiting for us?”
My heart soared at the thought – was that an innuendo, or just the fact that we were going to sleep in the same bed and not the sleeping bag? I think Mom had intended to drive me insane with that comment; she laughed and took my hand heading us towards the inn. All I wanted was my Mom in that bed with me!!
Dinner and drinks in the sitting room seemed to take forever. Mom was happy to sit back and look at the reading material conveniently placed around the living room. I was also reading, but my mind was only on that bed! Would she sleep naked? I always sleep naked and don’t even have pajamas. Would she let me hold her as we slept? Would that lead to anything? The clock slowly wound its way around to 11 pm.
“I’m bushed, I am going to bed,” she suddenly blurted, “You staying up?”
(Yeah right, not likely!) I replied, “No, I am coming too, long day and that dip in the icy water was exhausting. Why don’t you use the bathroom first and get in bed and I will follow.” Mom headed into the bedroom as I was left with my raging hormones and fantasies!
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