“I, uh, don’t think I actually got your name,” I told her.
“Katy.”
“I’m Brad.”
“I know. Your mom told me.”
“She is the social one in the family.”
“Oh, I saw you out there,” she winked, jerking her head towards the patio. “You looked like you were doing all right for yourself.”
I shrugged.
“Say, where did that beautiful lady get off to?”
“She, uh, went to bed,” I said, trying to hide my quickly-reddening cheeks. “Tired.”
“Makes sense. She put up quite a fight, beating off all those horndog wedding crashers.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I saw at least two try to get her away from the party and back to their rooms. But she told them she was here with her man.”
“She did?”
“That would be you, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess so.” Where was this going?
“Well then. She’s a very lucky woman.”
There was no hiding the blush now. I decided to get out while the going was good and downed the remains of my drink. “Thanks for that,” I told her. “Think I’m gonna call it a night.”
“I would, too, if I had what was waiting for you.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Say hi to your mom for me.”
I said a stunned silent goodbye and headed for the elevators.
. . .
Maybe a little shaky after the quick drink, I soon found myself in front of Mom’s door with no memory of how I got there. Thankfully, I hadn’t forgotten the extra key.
When I stepped inside and closed the door, I saw that the lamp was on, and Mom was on the bed in a fluffy hotel bathrobe. I wondered immediately what was underneath.
She smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Mom.”
“You wanna talk for a second?”
“Sure…” I began, taking a seat beside her on the bed.
“We know we both want this, Bradley. But we need to talk about what each of us wants from it. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Sure, Mom.”
“I think this is an important conversation to have with any sexual partner, to help make sure everyone is comfortable and no one gets hurt. And given who we are to each other, that’s probably even more important now, right?” I nodded.
“So how long have you thought about me this way?”
“Not a real long time. Lately, it’s gotten more…intense.”
She smiled. “I’ve noticed.”
“How long have you thought about me…like this, Mom?”
She didn’t respond right away, then looked embarrassed and a little flustered all of a sudden. I guessed it was longer than she wanted to admit. I tried something else.
“The pretty server told me that you told some guys that…that I was your man. Is that how you want this to happen, Mom?”
That question seemed easier for her. She nodded as her face moved towards mine, and our lips met. She inhaled sharply, let out a low moan, and squeezed high on my thigh.
I started to unbutton my shirt but Mom stopped me and continued herself, her eyes both sleepy and vividly alive. “So beautiful, so perfect, so strong,” she whispered, caressing my wiry muscles, planting soft kisses across my chest, which she was eagerly exposing. She tossed my shirt over her shoulder when she was finished, and tickled my tummy.
“I love you, you know,” Mom said. “More than anything.” Her hand went to my crotch and I jumped when her fingers found my shaft through my pants. She rubbed it. “Sure you’re okay with this?”