Mum's Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Mum's Hotel Ch. 01

All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.

Ian, many thanks for the email I replied but the email address with bob 069 is disabled. Look forward to hearing from you again.

Many thanks to MLJ for the wonderful suggestion that in real-life incest between a mother and son, it is the mother who guides the progression of sexual interaction, this consensual leadership is key to the consensual incest that follows. We also have this quote, "Treat a whore like a lady and a lady like a whore" from Wilson Misner, but what do you do if you are not sure what category the woman falls into?

In this story, Barry, her well-endowed son, is having fun with lots of mature women. Barry has no sexual thoughts of his mum Babs, a lady in every way with grace, warmth, and dignity. Her friends are all pillars of society, Babs does so much Church and Charity work. Babs's marriage breaks down her husband files for divorce. She asks Barry if she can stay in his apartment until she finds an apartment of her own. This is when doubt comes in to Barry's thoughts, he doesn't know which way to go. In this story there is a lot of mother and daughter sessions.

Foreword

Tom is Babs' father and Barry's granddad, but throughout Barry's life he's only called him Tom. Tom is a very wealthy entrepreneur who had a wonderful one hundred and twenty bedroomed Spa hotel with a ballroom capable of seating over one thousand two hundred diners, there was over four hundred staff ...

... employed in the hotel.

I had worked in the hotel since I was ten years old. I was now eighteen and if my grades were good in my exams, I would go to university to study law in September. In my teens I had stayed in Tom's Penthouse apartment close to the hotel during the school term I stayed with mum and dad but dad was never at home he was Sales Director with a national food producing company who produced food for the British Armed Forces the quality, pricing of their products made them very popular in all the major supermarkets throughout the country, my dad Peter, made a lot of money.

I was much closer to mum than I was with dad as his job involved considerable traveling. He was never at home.

I had sat my final exams I felt good about them I was about to go to Tom's for the eight weeks of my summer holidays at eleven o'clock at night Jo, the General Manager of the hotel, phoned mum to say that Tom had a massive heart attack he was in intensive care in the University hospital.

Mum was crying when she came to my bedroom to tell me I told her I'd drive her to the hospital. She went to change as I got dressed. We arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. They had stabilised Tom, but he didn't look good as I glimpsed him lying in a private room with tubes everywhere on his body. A nurse told us we were now sitting in a room with Jo, who was also crying, that the doctor would be with us shortly.

Several minutes later, the doctor came into the room, the first thing he ...