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Grace spent nearly 20 minutes arguing with the front desk manager. Because of overbooking, her hotel reservation had been canceled and she was left without a room.
“I’m scheduled to speak here tomorrow! I specialize in treatments and preventions for an array of new viruses spreading around the globe. How could this happen to me?”
Sure, there were probably other rooms at nearby hotels. But she needed a room at this hotel. It was the same building where the big Medical Convention was being held and she had been added as a guest speaker on short notice.
“There’s nothing we can do,” the manager said with the deepest compassion. “We are simply over-booked at the moment. On a personal note, I truly appreciate the type of work that you do. It’s a great service to society and I feel awful about this situation.”
The lobby was packed and Grace was infuriated that so many people were getting their rooms, but she was being denied hers. Panic was sinking in and a part of her regretted accepting the last minute invitation.
“Thank you, but you have to understand,” Grace pleaded. “I absolutely NEED to stay at this hotel. I’ve brought a lot of model objects and pamphlets with me. Hauling them around would be a major hassle. I mean, just look at this!”
She gestured over to her son, a college biology major who stood beside a cart full of their luggage along with other large containers. This was supposed to be Grace’s opportunity to show her son what it was like to be at the forefront of medical research.
The desperate plea seemed to have worked somehow. She noticed a sudden shift in the manager’s demeanor, as if sympathy had been the key all along, or maybe it was something else?
“We may have a special accommodation,” the manager said after a moment of reflection. “Is your son 18 years of age?”
“He’s 20,” Grace replied, wondering about the relevance of this.
“Follow me.”
They all went over to the side of the front desk area, while other attendees of the big event were checking in to their rooms. The manager pulled out a pamphlet, and while speaking in a hushed tone, explained the unusual circumstance of the top floor.
“Our CEO has an interest in certain vices and perhaps you can take advantage of it. Look at this top floor suite. Our finest room. You can stay for free, provided you meet the strict guidelines listed here.”
Grace and her son huddled to look at the pamphlet. Everything about it seemed vague, but the main points seemed clear.
“What do you think?” she asked her son.
Robert looked it over. “It looks like a great opportunity. Why not?”
Together, they looked over the heading along with the main points of whatever this was.
A MOM/SON SPECIAL
— The top floor was reserved for mothers and sons only.
— Five Star accommodations in all aspects.
— 24 hour room service for lubricants, towels, and cleaning.
— No doors on any room. It was unclear what that meant.
— Sharing is encouraged in the suits, pool, and sauna. No explanation what ‘sharing’ meant.
— $400 per night.
“And this is free?” Graced clarified with the manager. “This offer is quite pricey. I’m not sure what to think of this.”
The manager nodded. “I’ll give you free accommodations because I deeply respect the kind of medical work that you’re doing. I also think you’ll fit right in, granted, you must fulfill the terms of the agreement.”
Looking at the pamphlet once again, Grace relished the idea of staying in a suite like that. Being overworked these last few years had taken its toll on her. A luxury room could be exactly what she needed.
“We’ll take it,” she said with a wide smile, forgetting all the drama that had previously unfolded.
“Wonderful! But to be clear, you do understand the nature of this hotel experience, don’t you?”
Grace playfully scoffed. “The mom/son thing? Forget it. Robbie is my best friend. I’ve taken him with me for other events around the country, and twice to Europe. We know how to share a room. No problem.”
“Excellent. Give me a moment and I’ll personally get you settled in.”
When the manager went behind the front desk to book the room, Grace gave an excited thumbs up to her son, wondering if this was too good to be true.
“It’s a great sign,” she said, then lowering her voice so other hotel guests wouldn’t hear them. “It’s incredible how fast luck can change. I mean, did you see those pictures? Breathtaking.”
Robert tried not to laugh. “I don’t think you understood.”
“What do you mean?”
“I could be wrong, but it seems… weird. Are you sure you don’t get what this is all about?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said.
“The title of this promotion is ‘Mom/Son Special.’ Come on, what do you think that means?”
She shook her head, laughing. “Have you lost your mind? This is a classy hotel. Stop thinking dirty things.”
“I know, I could be wrong. But the manager was filled with innuendo like he was afraid to explain bayburt escort all the stuff in public. Think about it.”
“Again, stop with the dirty mind. The manager providing this room is a thoughtful gesture.”
“Yeah, an event with no doors.”
“That can’t be literal,” she reasoned. “Of course there’s going to be doors on the rooms.”
That manager returned, handed them the keycards for general use around the hotel, and snapped his fingers so that an employee would come and push the cart. They went towards the elevator and headed up to the top floor.
A few minutes later, the elevator door opened, and before anyone could leave, the manager blocked access to the hallway by just standing there.
The manager cleared his throat. “This floor has been specifically renovated for mom/son purposes. It’s a romantic getaway for like-minded couplings. We couldn’t do this in the main lobby, but here, I’ll require proof of cultural fit.”
Grace looked at her son, who had been right all along. This floor was specifically renovated for incest! Her relief over the new room had vanquished, and her dismay for being roomless had now returned. Was she supposed to turn down this offer and fend for herself at another hotel? It would mean that she and her son would have to carry these big boxes back and forth for the convention.
Or… she could just go along with it.
“Oh, that, I know what you meant,” she fibbed, laughing it off. “Trust me, this doesn’t bother us at all. In fact, we’ll feel right at home here.”
“Rules of the hotel, ma’am. You’ll need to tongue-kiss your son right now for verification.”
The manager stood there with a non-judgmental look on his face, but there was no mistaking it, the man meant business. He was adamant about doing his job correctly and with proper procedures.
Looking at her son, she knew that Robert didn’t want to leave this hotel either. So she took the initiative and stepped towards her son, grabbing him, and she threw her arms around him. Pressed together, Grace grabbed her son around the neck and planted a strong kiss on his lips. Their mouths meshed together in the most unholy of ways.
Her tongue went to a place she never thought it would ever go; into her son’s mouth. She tasted her son’s warm saliva. Surprisingly, she felt her son’s lips press against hers in return. Equally as surprising, she felt her son’s tongue returning fire. This was a real kiss between them.
The moment she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, Grace knew this had to end. She broke the kiss, unable to look her son in the eyes. Then she turned towards the manager and forced herself to smile.
“Proof enough?” she asked with a perk, and a false confidence.
“Thank you kindly. Right this way.”
They were guided down the hallway and Grace was still too embarrassed to look at her son. Robert didn’t say anything either. As advertised, there weren’t any doors to any of the rooms. The keycards were for billing purposes. It was a bizarre sight, seeing a hotel hallway with no doors.
She heard moaning sounds coming from a room up ahead. She did her best not to look as they approached. But as she was just outside that room, she took a quick peek and saw it; a mature naked woman was bent over a bed, with a young stud behind her, pounding her hard.
It took Grace’s breath away as they kept walking down the hall. Was that an actual mother/son? Or was this some fantasy roleplay? It had to be a roleplay, she figured. There’s just no way this was real. But then again, why was she made to kiss her own son on the mouth?
Another question swirled in her mind; would anyone look inside HER room? The thought made Grace shiver with great discomfort. She was a woman who deeply valued privacy. God only knows how many perverts will try to peek inside her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked or wishing she’d be fucking her son.
They made it to her room. No door. But the inside of the room was beyond gorgeous. The quality was five-stars and unlike any place she had ever stayed before. The manager explained all the luxuries and benefits while the employee unloaded everything.
After everything was explained to them and the manager was ready to leave, all that was left was the paper on the table.
“This is the schedule for mornings, afternoons, and nights. If you are in this hotel room during these times, then you are required to participate. Each room has different schedules. It keeps things lively at all times. Does this make sense?”
“Perfectly,” she said with another false smile.
“Room service will check on you periodically, and if you’re not performing as the schedule states, then you’ll be asked to leave. It’s harsh, but the romantic and erotic environment are what people are paying for.”
After profusely thanking the manager for the free room, he left, and Grace turned to her son with the most baffled expression.
***
“What have we done?” Grace whispered, mindful that bilecik escort there was no door and no privacy.
They were both sitting on their respective side of the large bed. They could hear sounds of people having sex outside. They also had their schedule on the bed after reading it over to make sure it was real.
“I guess we’re screwed,” he quipped.
“Very funny.”
He looked at the paper again. “Seriously, we are. According to this, I’m supposed to screw you from behind in the bathroom, while you’re facing the mirror. Then tomorrow morning, you’re supposed to give me a blowjob while I sit by the window. Oh, and the curtains have to open.”
“Robbie!” she hollered, before quieting herself. “Watch your language. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.”
“Sorry. I’m only reading what this says.”
Sinking deeper into the bed, Grace was totally relaxed. The car ride was four hours and tomorrow would be one of the biggest days of her life. She needed this rest. She needed a hotel of this quality and convenience.
“What are we going to do?” she complained. “This bed is amazing. This room is amazing. If we have to stay at a different hotel I’d be so sad.”
“Can we stay at a different hotel and leave our boxes with your colleagues here?”
“Not practical,” she replied, having already thought about it. “My schedule is different from my colleagues.”
“Hmm. We could… you know…”
“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”
Robert gestured to the paper. “We could try and fake what’s on this schedule. You know, make it look like we’re doing it.”
“How are we supposed to fake having sex or doing a blowjob? Jesus, now I’m the one using foul language.”
They laughed at the absurdity and she sunk deeper into the cushy bed. At her age, a late-afternoon nap was always in order. She closed her eyes, still smiling from the ludicrous conversation, and fell asleep to the sound of people having sex in the distant background.
*
She woke up and it was almost 5 pm. Robert was napping beside her. When she gently got off the bed, Robert woke up. She needed a shower and there wasn’t even a door for the bathroom.
“Wait here, okay?” she said, heading over to the luggage. “I’m taking a quick shower. Watch tv if you want.”
“Sure.”
Laying there, Robert grabbed the remote control and watched tv while Grace selected a new outfit for herself. Looking at the bathroom with the door removed was just plain odd. But she had to keep reminding herself that this accommodation was free.
“By the way,” Robert said before she went into the bathroom. “It’s time for you-know-what. An employee could stop by and check on us.”
“Possibly. But I don’t think that a provision like that would be enforceable. They won’t kick us out.”
“You were wrong about all that other stuff, though.”
Still slightly groggy, she shrugged. “If the employees want, they can take a peek at my naked body in the shower. That should fulfill our weird obligation for this room.”
Ending the conversation, she went inside the bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the big day tomorrow. Giving speeches always gave her the jitters. It would be the first time she had ever spoken at a major convention and she was extra nervous.
After a few minutes, she finished. Water dripped down her body in the tub and she pulled her wet hair back.
“Mom, mom,” Robert called out from the bedroom.
“Yes?” she asked, wiping the water from her face.
“There’s a room service lady providing towels and stuff from a cart. She’s holding a clipboard, too. She’s almost here.”
“That’s probably not good.”
“What should we do?” he asked.
“Hang on.”
Acting fast, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to quickly dry herself. Her hair was still wet but she had already squeezed some of the water out. Keeping this free hotel accommodation was now her top priority. With the towel fastened around her chest, she approached her son in the bedroom to formulate a plan.
They were both about to say something, but instead, they remained silent while a voice in the hallway grabbed their attention.
“Oh! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!”
“Do you think they’re really mom/son?” Robert asked. “Because clearly, that sounds like a woman, you know…”
Grace finished the sentence. “Taking it up the butt. Yikes. Wow. Well, can you check the hallway again? Maybe room service already left.”
She stood still while Robert rushed over to the hallway to peek, then swiftly returned with bad news.
“She’s coming,” he said in a frenzy. “I saw her going into the other room bringing towels and small bottles. Should we pretend we’re doing the schedule?”
“You mean, you want to pretend to have sex with me?”
Even with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her body, Grace still had the ability to assert maternal dominance over her son. But as she stood there with bingöl escort her hands on her hips, after scolding her son over the mere suggestion, she knew it was the best option.
“Forget it, you’re right,” Robert said, as if coming to his senses.
She huffed. “Actually, let’s do it. If we get kicked out of this hotel for not following the rules, then we’d really have a problem.”
There was a sudden shift in Robert’s demeanor and Grace noticed it immediately. Her son had tensed a little and his eyes grew bigger. She understood this could be exciting for any young man, mom or not. And she couldn’t fault her son for getting a kick out of doing something like this.
“What should we do then?” he asked. “I’m open to whatever you want.”
Thinking fast, she grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. It was still kind of steamy, but the mirror was clear and the lights were bright. The request on the schedule was raunchy. The hotel wanted the mother to be bent over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror, while the son would be fucking her from behind; ass or pussy.
When she actually bent over the bathroom counter, things turned serious. Her forearms were on the counter and her face was just inches away from the mirror. She heard her son gasp from this salacious pose.
Then she reached behind with one hand and lifted the bottom side of her towel to reveal the lower-half of her ass. Looking at the mirror, she saw the look of shock on her son’s face. Perhaps she had lifted the towel a little too high and he saw too much of her ass?
“Pretend to grind against me,” she said, resting both forearms on the counter. “Pull the front of your shorts down, but obviously I don’t want you going inside me.”
“How bare should we make this?”
“All the way, bare. But don’t go inside me.”
At this point, she couldn’t bring herself to look at her son’s reflection in the mirror anymore. It was just so awkward. It was unlike anything they had ever done before, and they had gone traveling together for many years.
The sound of her son pulling his shorts down made Grace shiver, but she remained firm. Then she felt her son’s pubic hairs and crotch pressing against her bare butt. She felt her son’s penis graze against her labia as they simulated sex.
“You can move a little closer,” she said, wiggling her hips when she felt that her son was pressed enough. “We have to make this realistic.”
“Okay, got it.”
Listening to orders, Robert pressed his crotch harder and Grace felt the cock glide against her labia once again. Only now, the cock was hard! She struggled with the emotions that came with her son’s long shaft curving upwards on her labia, but this was the price she had to pay for the room. Nothing is ever free, as it turns out.
Keeping her head down, she told her son, “Let’s hold this seriously awkward position until we’re being inspected.”
They waited there for what felt like a few minutes. Grace tried to block out the intimate and uncomfortable nature of this hold. But that was impossible. The fact was, her son’s erection remained against her labia and it only seemed to get harder. Without a doubt, her son was enamored by this intimate contact. And if she were honest with herself, so was she.
“I hear someone coming,” he whispered.
She whispered back, “Pretend we’re doing something.”
“Room service,” a female voice called out.
“We’re in here,” Robert replied.
Looking at the mirror, Grace saw the mind-boggling image of her makeup-free face with her wet hair slicked back. Robert was behind her, thrusting gently. Her body was rocking back and forth from the motions. Down below, she felt her son’s erection rubbing across her labia — occasionally stroking her clitoris — and if this continued, she knew she’d cum.
A busty hispanic woman entered the bathroom holding towels with one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand. The woman was unphased by this act of incestuous pleasure. Presumably, she had already seen it all on this particular floor.
Putting the towels down on the counter, right beside Grace, the room service attendant held the clipboard in hand to do an inspection. The attendant knelt down and examined Grace’s body.
“Nudity from a mother is required,” the room service attendant said.
Without warning, the room service attendant pulled Grace’s towel away, leaving her butt naked while her son thrusted at her backside. The woman expertly folded the towel and placed it on the counter alongside the clipboard.
Then the attendant knelt down again, as if being a building inspector or a health code professional, and examined the depth of penetration.
“It’s not inside,” the woman said. “Let’s try this again.”
Grace kept her face forward, her eyes looking at her naked reflection in the mirror, as she saw the room service woman touching her son’s dick, guiding it towards her pussy. She was about to be fucked!
The attendant’s hands put the dick inside Grace’s pussy and all she could do was gasp and enjoy it. She surrendered completely to her son’s erection and to room service. Her pussy was wet and entry was easy. Looking in the mirror, she saw the attendant keeping a close eye on the incestuous fucking to make sure that everything was properly done and legitimate.
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