Mum's Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Mum's Hotel Ch. 01

... well for them. I think Tom's over ten years older than Susan on his two days off every week. He does garden work."

I didn't tell mum that Susan was one of the best cock suckers I've ever had, her twenty-one-year daughter Lucy, knew how to give a good gobble too, when I was working nights if Susan came to me at ten to eleven that she still had tables to set for breakfast could I give her a lift home, her last bus was at eleven, this was code for I want to suck you off, the thought of the way she did it made me hard. I had already had Lucy, who had performed well. The next time I had Susan, she told me she now had Lucy on the pill as she didn't want any surprises; she wanted me to give Lucy a taste of my cock as she felt that once she'd had my monster cock, she wouldn't be interested in the, as Susan called them, creeps she was running about with.

I now had had full sex with both Susan and Lucy they both knew that I was fucking both of them as one night Lucy was staying with a friend Susan had brought me into her house, I had fucked her senseless the next day Lucy had approached me and whispered; I want what you gave mum last night. I was surprised she could even walk this morning; I don't know how many times she came, but it was a lot. My ambition was to have a threesome with the two of them, sadly the opportunity hadn't happened yet.

Mum and I went into the house I asked if she wanted another drink, she asked me to open a bottle of Chablis we sat in kitchen, "Barry, ...

... I'm happy you're not going to university, I think you and Jo will make the hotel better I would have liked you to have gone to university but it changes things for me, things are not good between your father and I, our marriage is over I was only staying with him until you finished your education. Can I ask one thing? Will you move into Tom's Penthouse?"

I knew where mum was going with this, "Mum, we'll keep the Penthouse if I'm working late, I don't want to wake you up at two in the morning anyway I'd miss the wonderful breakfasts you make me, when was the last time you spoke to dad?"

"It's over nine months. My house keeping money comes in every month. He doesn't skimp with my money, I'm telling a lie, I phoned him three weeks ago to tell him we'd been invited to Kay's wedding, he told me he would check his diary. I have heard nothing."

I looked at mum, "Mum, if you're not happy get out of it, you have no money worries Tom's is a very wealthy man, the hotel had a net profit last year of a million and a half, that's thirty thousand a week if I went to university after I graduated where the fuck could I get a job earning thirty thousand a week?"

Mum smiled, "You're using the F word, I understand what you're saying. Maybe you can get me a job in the hotel in the future, as I get very bored in the house if I didn't have my books."

Mum was an avid reader; she had a library in the house with possibly a thousand books in it. "Mum, think about it, you own the fucking ...