What happens when mom and her boy shares bed?-01

Hi everyone, this is an incest story about a mom and son in bed with actions. This story comes in 2 parts and read both parts to get maximum enjoyment.

Cathy 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 nice to drive rather than fly and spend some time alone with Caesar who begrudgingly took two weeks out of work and came 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, Cathy 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 she and Caesar could watch some movies together, something they still enjoyed doing even though at twenty it would be hard to get him to admit that.

Caesar claimed he kept up their ‘movie nights’ at home solely for her benefit, but Cathy 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, Cathy 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, Cathy 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. Cathy paid over the phone with her credit card to avoid losing the room, and they drove twenty minutes to get there.

The place was a pit, even Caesar remarked it looked like the kind of motel people paid by the hour to fool around with a hooker or have a sleazy affair. Cathy did her best to come up with a forced smile.

Caesar had no idea Cathy had caught Reynold 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 Caesar’s age than hers. They’d been arguing constantly ever since, Reynold claiming it was a one-time thing, and a mistake, but what the hell, she ‘wasn’t into it’ anymore.

Cathy knew it wasn’t just that once, and it was bullshit she wasn’t into sex. Cathy had always loved sex, but the last couple of years sex had been one way, his way. Cathy 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.

He hadn’t given her an orgasm in over a year. Wouldn’t finger her, go down on her, and when she brought out one of her toys one time for him to use on her, he got defensive and insecure asking why she needed them.

About a year ago, Cathy began withholding sex. If he was going to do nothing to please her, she wasn’t going to please him. She was his wife, and a sexual woman with desires and needs. Not just a mouth and pussy he could shove his dick into for the two minutes he could last.

She knew an affair or hookers were inevitable. Cathy would never cheat, and she did have chances. Blonde, blue eyed, with a tight athletic body that was even more impressive at her age of forty-six, she got plenty of attention from men.

Cathy wasn’t big on top, her breasts were more than a mouthful, but not a full handful was how she’d describe them. Advantage to that was even being older gravity hadn’t taken effect and her breasts were still perky.

At one point Reynold had asked her about getting a boob job, ‘wouldn’t you like them to be bigger?’ Cathy’s answer was no, but apparently, he did. That was right about the time, she’d decided she could have a better sex life with toys and fantasies than him.

But she knew Reynold would step out. He was too ‘manly’ to go without sex. They hadn’t been happy in a long time, but remained together for Caesar, not just as his parents, but he had one more year of school left.

There was also the ad agency they’d built together. If they divorced, could they still manage to run it together? Would they try and buy each other out, sell it? But for all the questions, Cathy swore if he cheated that would be the end.

Not only had he, but she had proof, and now leverage for what she wanted. That was part of the reason for the trip. Cathy needed time away to decide what she wanted to do, and if she could work herself up to it, talk to Caesar. This two week ‘vacation’ was about her having to make a huge decision and live with the effects of it.

In the meantime, what she was living with was a ratty as hell motel room that only had one bed, and it was a twin. The only other furniture in the room was a small leather recliner, with cracked upholstery and so nasty looking, there was no way she’d let Caesar sleep in it.

With the only other option being the floor, she told him to just share the bed with her. It was tight, especially with Caesar being six one and a solid hundred and ninety pounds of all state wrestlers. That matter was compounded by the fact the AC was broken.

It was currently eighty-five outside and felt hotter than that in the small room. They couldn’t open the one window because it faced the club next door where Cathy had no doubt most of the seedy motels business came from, drunken hook-ups.

They had tables and music outside and there was no way they’d be able to sleep with the window open. Worse, the strobe lights were visible even through the cheap blinds, but Caesar fixed that by hanging a blanket they certainly wouldn’t need, over it.

They each took a shower in the dubious looking stand up stall that was so small she wondered how anyone even a little bigger than Caesar could even fit in. The air inside the room was so hot and sticky they were both sweating within a half hour out of the shower.

Poor Caesar was going to sleep in sweatpants and a t-shirt as he did the other two places they’d stayed. Cathy told him not to be ridiculous and to sleep in a pair of shorts, or even his boxers if he wanted to.

They’d be under the sheet and she was his mother, not like she’d be checking him out. Admittedly, part of why she’d told him that was because there was no way she could wear a nightshirt in this sweltering room.

While Ceasar sat on the bed with his back turned, Cathy removed her bra, and shorts, and slipped under the sheet in a gray tank top and her panties. She didn’t feel the panties were that improper, they revealed about as much as her bikini bottom.

The top was another story, being smaller chested, Cathy tended to wear tighter tops to show off what she had, and the tank top was a size smaller than it should be. Without a bra, the shirt was tight enough to show off her nipples and the shape of her breasts themselves.

Cathy didn’t want to keep the sheet over her chest, so she figured after they watched a little TV, she’d just sleep with her back to him, the sheet only up to her waist. That was the final straw on the night, the remote was dead, and the TV had no external way to change the channel. When Caesar got up to turn it on, it was stuck on a local access channel.

At that point, they’d decided to call it a night, and go to sleep. That was an hour ago, and Cathy couldn’t nod off. She hated being on her side, so decided since it sounded like Caesar was asleep to roll over onto her back which is how she usually slept.

They left the light over the bathroom mirror on, and the door opened so they could find the bathroom. That left the room lit enough that if Caesar looked over, he’d get a look at her in the skimpy tight shirt because there was no way she could keep the sheet over her.

But again, if he did, he did. He was her son; not like he’d be checking out his mother’s tits. Then again, Cathy found herself looking at Ceasar in a way that wasn’t quite motherly. Staring at him as he slept, she couldn’t help noticing he was a good-looking young man.

Reynold had been damn fine in his younger years, and Caesar looked just like him. The short thick black hair, strong jaw, rugged features that made him attractive, but not in the pretty boy way. The one trait Caesar had of Cathy was his deep blue eyes, which coupled with his dark hair and his tanned face, stood out even more than they did on her. Neck down, Caesar reminded Cathy of Reynold in his heyday as well. Ceasar’s shoulders and chest were wide, and even relaxed the muscles in his arms stood out.

His stomach, partially visible with the sheet pulled a few inches over his waist, was flat and hard, his ‘six pack’ well defined. Even his legs looked good, his thighs thick, and the muscles in his claves standing out even when he was just walking.

Amazingly, he didn’t have a girlfriend. He’d broken up with Tara a few months ago, and unless he was just hooking up, he hadn’t been dating anyone. Not for the first time, Tara, and any other young woman Caesar had been with was one lucky bitch.

Cathy had the talk with him about sex. She knew Reynold had as well, but Cathy made sure to bring up the fact that you get what you give, and Caesar wanted his girl to be his personal little porn star, then he needed to be hers.

Taking good care of her would make her more than happy to be good to him. As she’d talked with him, she’d thought about how long it had been since Reynold had taken care of her. They’d had amazing sex for years, and he used to love to go down on her.

Cathy closed her eyes, recalling those days. How he would spend an hour between her thighs, licking, teasing, fingering with her feet on his shoulders or her long legs stretched out alongside him, playing with her nipples, moaning, and whimpering as he kept her on the edge of Cumming, but would back off.

When he’d let her come, her orgasm would be so strong she’d just lie there like a ragdoll, while he would left her limp legs, and plow into her, fucking her with delicious long hard strokes, just taking her, claiming his reward for turning her into a quivering hot mess.

Cathy released a deep breath into the hot humid air. It had been months since she’d had anything between her legs other than her fingers or a vibrator. Just thinking back to those days had her nipples erect, and a different kind of heat between her legs.

She closed her legs, and bent them slightly, then straightened them. Cathy repeated the move several times, and she had to part her lips and breath through her mouth as just the sensation of her thighs pressing around her tight enough to rub the panties against her now swollen clit had her on the verge of moaning.

The heat didn’t help. Ever since she could remember, the heat made her horny. Something about being sweaty and flushed, her flesh slick and warm, always got her worked up. Not that it took much these days, but what the hell was wrong with her? She was lying next to her son.

Not just next to, but Caesar was taking up so much of the narrow bed, their sides were touching. That added to the heat, both externally, and she hated to admit it, but internally. God his body was hard! Even sleeping and relaxed his arm and thigh felt as if he were flexing them.

Cathy’s attention turned to how her own long soft, sweaty leg felt against his. If they were a couple, her a cougar on the prowl, and him the lucky young cub she’d decided to bring to this shitty motel to fuck while her inattentive and out of shape husband paid young girls to squeal for him.

Even the contrast of their skin was sexy. Caesar deeply tanned from his summer landscaping job, and Cathy who usually avoided the sun, except to take a quick swim, and even then, she slathered herself with sun block, was fair, bordering on pale.

Her light honey blonde hair would look good on his chest, and her body pressed tightly to his even better. Get a grip, woman, this is your son. Cathy brushed it off as being yet another sign of how deprived she was. Fine line between deprived and depraved, she supposed.

Meanwhile, she was now horny as hell, and all but squirming on the bed. Cathy slid her hand under the sheet and when she felt between her legs, she wasn’t surprised to find the crotch of her panties were wet.

She rubbed her clit through the silky material and had to bite her lip to avoid making any nice. Cathy wiped her hair from her sweaty face. She should have put her hair up, but seeing it had been wet from the shower, she’d chosen to let it get the pillow wet to cool it off and keep her cool for a while as well.

The humidity in the room had dried it quickly, and now it was plastered to her face and shoulders. That should be annoying, but like the heat itself, in her randy mood she found it sexy. Her blonde hair darkened by sweat was a good look if she thought so herself, because, hell someone had to these days.

Cathy rubbed her clit harder, and her other hand strayed under her shirt. She caressed her right breast, as if she were a lover exploring it, fondling it, gently, before her fingers found her nipple. She was breathing harder, and glanced to her right, making sure Caesar was still asleep.

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