Every Last Thing - Sex Stories

Every Last Thing

... jet of water hit her clit.

I heard her moan over and over in panting ecstasy 'Good boy. Good boy. My good boy.'

I broke away and made my way back to where the food was, unsure what I had just witnessed. I now had a raging boner. I contemplated getting rid of it in one of the other bedroom's ensuites. But, just then, I heard the distant sound of water stopping.

I sat down, throwing a napkin across my engorged penis, which just didn't seem to want to go down. Mom appeared moments later, hair wrapped in a towel, body wrapped in a skimpy hotel robe. I tried not to stare. She looked flushed and seemed to find it hard to make eye contact with me.

"Food's here." I said, redundantly as she sat down beside me. I detected a cracking in my own voice. I both couldn't bring myself to look at her in case I betrayed my voyeurism and couldn't look away. I tried to appear casual.

"You ordered great, mom." I said.

"Everything you love to eat is here." She said, I detected an incongruous seductive innuendo in the way she said it. Maybe I was just projecting that.

"Shall I pour?" I said grabbing the champagne bottle, realizing too late, that would mean I'd have to stand up to reach her glass. My world had been turned upside down in a matter of an hour and a half. Here I was, super rich, estranged from my dad and fiancé, finding it hard not to replay visions of my naked, masturbating mom in my head. Mum made like she didn't notice, but a playful smile remained on her lips ...

... all the way through lunch, and she stared at me like she was trying to see inside my soul.

We ate and chatted though what had just happened and what the very near future might hold. Mom remained in her skimpy hotel robe, sitting back a little from the small table to one side of me. Every now and then, she'd lean forward giving me a glimpse of her beautiful cleavage, or cross her legs, giving me a hint of what lay beneath in shadow. I couldn't believe that this person who I had barely given a second look to over the years was becoming my single sexual obsession. My libido was on overdrive, and I found it very hard to concentrate.

"What's the matter, darling?" Mum asked towards the end of lunch, as I slammed yet another glass of champagne.

"Nothing." I blustered.

"Nonsense. Tell mommy what's wrong. You seem a little hot and bothered."

"I'm fine.' I said, shifting in my seat to adjust my boner.

"You know you can tell mommy anything." She almost whispered. That really didn't help.

Again, I shook it off as nothing.

"Can I see if I can maybe help?" Mom asked kindly.

"I'm ok, mom." I said.

"Just go with this, ok? Trust me?" She said it more as a question.

"Ok." I gulped.

"I suspect, like me, you might be having a thousand new and unusual feeling at the moment." I tried to stop my mouth from dropping open and saying 'no, shit, Sherlock.'

"It's completely understandable. Like I say, I'm going through my own range of new emotions too. Many of which ...