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“Well, it’s closed.”
“That’s right….”
As we stood outside the closed guild, the disappointment was palpable in the air.
`”Anyway,” I said, breaking the silence, “wouldn’t it be better to find a place to stay? There’s no way we could just camp out in the wild.”
Karen nodded in agreement. We both knew that it would be unwise to spend the night outside in the open, especially after what happened in the dungeon territory. But the question remained: where could we find a place to stay?
“Are there any inns that are open at a time like this?” I asked, voicing the anxiety that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.
Soon, we stumbled upon a quaint little inn, and our hopes were lifted. However, their optimism was short-lived as the receptionist gave him the unfortunate news. “Sorry, we’re fully booked,” she said with a sympathetic smile.
“In the worst-case scenario, I’ll rent you a sofa in the hall, so if you don’t find anywhere to stay, come here.”
“Thank you; that’s very kind of you.”
But his relief was short-lived, as he realized that there was only room for one person on the sofa.
“Are there any other inns nearby that you could recommend?” he asked, hoping for a stroke of luck.
The receptionist shook her head. “I’m afraid not. Most of the inns in this area have closed down due to the pandemic.”
Otis weighed his options, but he knew that sharing a bed with his mother was not an ideal situation. He decided to try his luck elsewhere and left the inn with a heavy heart.
“We’re fully booked. I’m sorry.”
“There’s no room, sorry.”
He walked for what seemed like hours, but every inn he came across was fully booked or closed down. The pandemic had taken a toll on the tourism industry, and he was paying the price for it.
As the night grew darker, the hopes of finding a place to rest began to fade. Otis knew he had to come up with a plan, and fast. He decided to go back to the first inn and ask the receptionist if he could sleep in the hall.
“I guess I’ll have to ask the girl from the first inn to let me sleep in the hall,” he muttered to himself as he made his way back.
The receptionist was surprised to see him again, but she understood his predicament. “I’m sorry, but we don’t usually allow guests to sleep in this room, but given the circumstances, I’ll make an exception,” she said, handing him a blanket.
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When they reached the in where they would stay, Karen had to try hard not to smile at her son. His lustful looks were so blatant that they were downright amusing. But she didn’t mind. She felt flattered that she could turn on even her own son. Her problem was how much she was turned on by the size of the bulge he was packing into those overly tight pants.
“Relax, Otis. And remember, whatever you do, don’t call me Mom!”
As I looked around the small room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of discomfort. The sofa and floor mattress were not exactly the most comfortable accommodations, but I knew that as an adventurer, I had to be prepared for anything. Camping out in the wild was a common occurrence, but I never expected to end up in a love hotel.
As I examined the left and right walls, I realized that they were mirrors. It dawned on me that this was not just any ordinary hotel. This was a place where men and women came to engage in intimate activities. I couldn’t believe that Otis had suggested we stay here.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, stuck in a in with my son, unsure of what to do next.
“Hmm, that’s fine too. I’ll wrap Otis tightly in my futon then.”
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Otis left his mother to wander. He quickly darted out of the large room and into some nearby toilets that he had seen earlier. He looked around to see if anyone else was there, but they were empty.
Quickly, he walked over to the sink and turned the cold tap on. He pulled his mask up his head and then splashed the water on his face. Then he looked into the mirror.
He was so aroused that his dickey was as hard as steel. He seriously considered going into a stall and jacking off while thinking about his mother.
He continued to tell himself similar thoughts as he left the restroom and went back to get a drink for her.
“Hey, Otis, where’ve you been?” She asked sweetly,
He smiled at her as he handed her a drink.”I thought you might want this.”.
So he’s not flustered anymore, is he? She thought to herself, We’ll see about that!
She moved closer to him and pressed her large tits tightly against him, so his muscular arm buried itself between her soft yet firm orbs. And she ran a hand across his lips and rested her hand on his chest.
She’d seen how muscular her son was, but she’d never really felt it. It felt very impressive.
She leaned closer until their faces were inches apart. She could feel his warm breath and his body’s warmth. She could feel lust gently flowing through her veins, although she wasn’t consciously aware it was really there.
“Thank you, baby,” she said teasingly, leaning in to gently brush his lips with hers to show her thanks.
Slowly, she moved back a bit to look at him. Her heart was beating faster, and she knew that his must be too, but he still didn’t show any sign that he was flustered. She almost growled at herself in frustration—she wanted a reaction! She wanted him to blush and stutter, like he always did!She was tempted to ask him, “What on Earth has gotten into you?”
But instead, she just smiled and then moved forward to press her lips against his again. There were no open lips or tongue, but this was much more than a simple peck on the lips.
However, neither one of them moved back. They were both playing a game of chicken, and neither one was willing to be the first to back down.
Electricity began to course through her body, and a kiss she was sure would last only a few seconds seemed to last forever. She hoped he wasn’t noticing the way her nipples were crinkling and hardening.
Slowly, she moved her face away from his and looked into his blue eyes this time. He’d won the little power struggle because she’d chickened out first. Her heart was pounding faster, but no thought came to her that this was wrong. We’re cool. After all, I haven’t kissed him improperly, in a sexual way. We were just playing around with an unspoken dare. The fact that he has a simply huge and perpetually erect cock has absolutely nothing to do with it!
Otis barely looked shaken or flustered at all; he appeared as if this was all normal and ordinary.
“What’s wrong?” Her son asked, looking concerned.
With a smile, she said to him teasingly, “This sofa isn’t very comfortable; I think I need to sit somewhere more designed for my body.” And with those words, she stood up and plunked herself down straight onto her son’s lap.
She grinned as she saw his eyes shoot open. Now he’s flustered, heh-heh! Take THAT! Game, set, and match! Never try to out-flirt your mother, kiddo. That’s a game you’re always going to lose.
But she wasn’t done. She put her arm around his neck and shifted around on him until her huge tits were right under his face, and he had no way to avoid staring at her cavernous cleavage.
However, everything changed when she suddenly realized what the hard lump underneath her was that was making her feel so uncomfortable.Her bright blue eyes shot open, and she tried to stand up, but his arm held tightly around her waist, and he pulled her back down.
She tried to keep a straight face. She felt like she was sitting on a log. A warm, fleshy, and throbbing log. She tried not to think about where it could go. It’s so damn long, he’d only be able to get half of it inside me, at best! And it would stretch me so wide, it would be like I was giving birth to my son! Oh my God! What am I thinking?!
What disturbed her most was how interested she felt about it. She desperately hoped he wouldn’t notice how her pussy was getting wet, especially since his surprisingly stiff cockhead was pressing hard into her pussy lips.
Her pussy pulsed and yearned for the release of the tension within. Worse yet, she realized where her inner hunger and craving were directed. After all, she was literally sitting on it.
“Mom, let’s go take a bath. We should freshen up.”
As soon as Otis said that, Karen stood up. She had never been so relieved to stand up in her life because it got her off her son’s erection. She had just mentally dubbed his boner a ‘cock log’ because it felt like she had been sitting on a thick wooden log. He stood up, too. She immediately rounded on him.
“Yeah, we should take a shower. There should be a bath here.”
“I will go and wash myself, then, mother. You can come if you want. We don’t take a bath together for so long.”
I can see the anticipation in her eyes.
“It’s wonderful to see that you’re considering taking a bath together with your mother after such a long time.”
The thought of being in the warm, soothing water together brings back memories of our past bath times. I remember how we used to splash around and play games, laughing and joking like two kids in a bathtub. But as Otis grew older, he got busier, and these baths became less frequent. And before we knew it, it had been months—even years—since we’d taken a bath together.
But today, that changes. Today, we have the opportunity to reconnect and create new memories together. Especially after what happened in the dungeon. As I think back to what happened in the dungeon, I can’t help but smile. It was a moment that brought us closer together—a moment that we will both remember for years to come. And now, as we stand here face-to-face, I can see the same mischievous glint in his eye that I saw that day. He tells me that he will let me do anything to him, and I can’t help but laugh. What a naughty boy he has become, tempting his mother like this.
How has this all started? When did things go wrong? Or go right? She was terribly confused, and she decided it was better not to think too much.
“Okay, I look pretty damn good. But how could my own son think of me like that?! It’s not my fault. He said he wanted me to do things for him.”
She longed to be really fucked, and fucked hard. She wanted it and she needed it, and the thought that it was her son who craved to give it to her only turned her on beyond reason.
“This is ridiculous! How could Otis not want to fuck with me tonight, considering how I’ve looked and acted? Otis’s father has been neglecting me even more than usual, and it’s been so long since I’ve had a truly satisfying experience that I’ve been feeling extremely frustrated! Otis just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
She licked her lips hungrily. In fact, I’ve been such a terrible tease that it would be cruel to leave him in his current state. I should say sorry for being such a wanton slut by sucking on his fat cock for a good long time, until he unloads it down my throat. Gawwwd!
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Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
