"You MUST have another room."
"I am sorry sir, as I explained before we don't."
I looked at my mother, she just mouthed "Calm down."
Olivia was no help, throughout my conversation with 'Charles', the guy on reception, she had said nothing. I gave a long sigh, I now realised I wasn't going to win this.
"OK, I give in", but I couldn't resist adding "But we did book two months ago."
"I can only apologise once again sir." He then gave a sickly smile before adding "And of course there will be a twenty percent discount."
Mother jumped in with a quick "Thanks." She was paying for the room.
I stood my ground, "I think it should be twenty-five."
I was expecting, even hoping, that he would argue with , but in a calm voice he said "Of course. I ant to say twenty-five percent."
As we left reception to go to our room I could tell mother was pleased with the large discount, but I was still irritated. We were here for my cousin's wedding. I had booked two rooms, each with a double bed, and Olivia in one room and mother in the other. However we had now ended up with one room that had a double and a single.
I had been looking forward to this ever since I booked it, a nice private room with my girlfriend Olivia. We have only been together for four months so there is still a lot of sex, often noisy. There was now no chance of that with mother in with us.
"I like the room."
Mother was smiling so she obviously liked it as well, she then said "Tim, what do you think?"
I muttered "I think Charles should be fired."
Olivia giggled at that but mother didn't find it funny, she just stared at .
"OK, the room is very nice."
I wasn't just saying that, it genuinely was, so of the furniture even looked to be antique.
"He did say they might be able to get us an extra room tomorrow."
Mother sounded optimistic but I wasn't so sure. Charles had explained that they were fully booked because of two conferences and a local golf tournant. He freely admitted that it was their mistake with the booking, but that had not made feel any better. We were booked in for three nights but Olivia could now only do two, she has to leave early because of work commitnts. If we didn't get our own room tomorrow then it would be a disaster.
"Have you seen the view?"
I hadn't yet, but from the tone of mother's voice it must be good. It was, a large golf course bounded by a wood. When I moved away from the window I looked at the beds, nothing had been said yet about the sleeping arrangents, ti to ntion it.
"We need to decide."
Mother gave a puzzled look, "What?"
"Who is sleeping where?"
She quickly said " and Olivia in the double, you in the single."
"I thought."
Before I could continue mother interrupted with "No, I am not having you two together keeping up all night."
I looked at Olivia, she averted her eyes, obviously embarrassed with what mother had hinted at.
I tried to make a joke of it, "I was going to suggest Olivia in the single bed."
Mother looked horrified, I now wished I hadn't said it.
"I was only joking."
Nothing more was said but from the look on mother's face I could tell she was not happy with .
My father and sister Mia were arriving tomorrow at eleven, I just hoped they would not be late, I also hoped that Charles was correct when he assured he had rooms for them. If, and it was a big if, the rooms could be sorted out then tomorrow night we would all be OK. I would be with Olivia, mother and father would be together, and Mia would have her own room.
After we had unpacked we explored the grounds of the hotel. The plan for the rest of the day was to have a quiet al, then an early night. We would be having a busy day tomorrow, the wedding was at one so we would have to be up early, and it would be a late night.
The restaurant was what you would expect for a five star hotel. We all enjoyed the food, but according to mother and Olivia the wine was even better. I am not a wine drinker so I just had a couple of beers.
It was only when we left the table to go to our room that we realised Olivia had drunk too much. She was unsteady on her feet, I had to support her to stop her falling over. Nothing was said until we were out of the dining room.
Mother gave an angry look, "She's drunk, we will have to take the lift."
"I know she is, but why are you annoyed with ?"
"You are her boyfriend, why didn't you stop her?"
"It was you that ordered that second bottle of wine."
Mother was about to reply, but I held my hand up and she stopped.
As we waited for the lift I gave a big sigh then said "Look, it's just one of those things. She should have drunk less but she didn't."
When I looked at mother she seed calr.
"I suppose I did insist that we had a second bottle, and I encouraged her to drink it."
"Yes, but you didn't force her. She is twenty-five, old enough to do what she wants."
Eventually we got to our room. Olivia was now slumped in a chair and I was making her a coffee in the faint hope that it would sober her up. Mother was sitting on the edge of the single bed, she seed a bit unsteady, was she drunk as well?
She must have noticed looking at her, "I am OK, just a bit drunk."
"Why are you not as bad as she is?"
"I think it's because I am used to it, and I am bigger than Olivia. She just can't take as much as I can."
"So basically you are saying it's because you regularly drink too much and you are fat."
She looked offended, "I am not fat."
I felt really bad, "Sorry, you are not fat, just a few extra pounds."
Mother smiled at , it was if I had passed her a complint, that made feel worse. I shouldn't have made the fat comnt, even with those 'extra pounds' she was still attractive. Charles at reception had kept glancing at her whilst he was talking to , probably fascinated by her pretty face and her big tits.
We tried to get Olivia to drink the coffee but after the first sip she wasn't interested in having any more, after trying a few more tis we gave in.
I looked at mother, "What do we do now?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "Put her to bed?"
With a bit of coaxing we managed to get her to her feet, and then manoeuvre her towards the double bed. When we released her she flopped onto it, then she reached out for a pillow. As she hugged it to her chest mother bent down and stroked her hair.
"She needs to sleep it off. You get changed for bed and I will watch her."
I just nodded, it was not an ideal situation but we had it under control, tomorrow morning we would laugh about it.
However when I returned from the bathroom Olivia was in the single bed, mother looked as if she was about to cry.
"It's not my fault, I couldn't stop her. She just got up."
"You are", then I stopped. I was about to say 'You are much bigger than her', but saying it would not help.
I sighed, "We will just have to move her back."
Five minutes of talking didn't work, we got no response, she just lay there dead to the world.
"We are going to have to carry her."
Mother gave a look that said 'You must be joking', but when I put my hands under her to lift her she realised I was serious. However before she could help Olivia started to struggle, and then start to scream. I quickly let go of her.
"Let's try again."
Mother looked hesitant but she didn't say no. This ti when we lifted her the scream was louder, it only stopped when we dropped her back onto the bed.
"Fuck, it's not going to work. Why does she keep screaming?"
"I have no idea, she is drunk so who knows what is going through her mind now." She then gave a stern look before adding "And don't use that language in front of again."
I muttered a quick "Sorry."
"I am going to get ready for bed now, you will just have to squeeze in with her."
It was at least ten minutes before she returned from the bathroom.
"What was all that noise, and why aren't you in bed with her?"
I snapped back "I tried." Then in a calr voice I said "Every ti I get in she either starts shouting, screaming or kicking. I think she hates ."
Mother laughed, "No, she doesn't hate you. Now can we get so sleep?"
I looked at the double bed.
"No chance, you are on the floor."
As she got into the bed I muttered under my breath "And my mother hates as well."
I now had a makeshift 'bed' on the floor, two blankets and two pillows. It wasn't comfortable but I was trying to make it work. However ten minutes later I was still awake, in frustration I gave a long sigh.
"Are you still awake?"
"YES, and I think I will be all night."
"It's going to be a long day tomorrow, we need to get to sleep."
"It's OK for you in that big comfy bed."
Mother didn't reply for a few seconds, but when she did she surprised .
"You had better get in with ."
"Are you sure?"
"Do you want to stay on the floor? Get in bed before I change my mind."
I almost jumped in, mother was not amused.
"And take that big grin of your face. If you hog all the sheets I will kick you out."
I gave her my best "Yes mother."
"I had the evening all planned, a nice al then an early night. I was even thinking about having a relaxing massage after the al." She looked over at Olivia before adding "That was before sobody spoiled it all."
I had an idea, "I can do it."
"Do what?"
"Give you a massage."
Mother gave a dismissive laugh then said "No, the way things have gone tonight I bet you would end up injuring ."
She had hurt my feelings, I prided myself on my massage skills.
"Olivia thinks I do a really good massage."
"Well go and give her one now."
"I am really sorry about tonight. I just want to make ands, to do sothing that will make it a bit better."
There was now silence, I didn't know if it was the end of the conversation or if she was thinking about it.
Eventually she spoke, "I suppose it would be nice."
"Good, now lie on your front."
She did as I asked then I removed the covers. The room was dark but we hadn't fully closed the curtains, so there was enough light coming in from outside so that I could see OK.
I started on her shoulders. As I worked my fingers into her muscles I looked at her body. She was wearing a nightie, a short one that only just covered her bottom, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't see but I assud she had so knickers on.
I had briefly noticed what she was wearing before when she ca out of the bathroom, but it was only now that I had ti to appreciate it. I was going to enjoy massaging her, and if I was careful I might be able to have so 'accidental' touches of more intimate places than her back.
"Do you think I should change? This nightie is a bit short, it was only supposed to be for your father to see."
In a casual voice I said "No, it is short but it covers everything", then I held my breath as I waited for her to decide.
"No point in changing now. In fact I don't think I have anything that's more suitable."
I could breathe again. Mother couldn't see it but I now had a huge grin on my face.
After five minutes I moved my hands down onto her spine. I pushed hard, there was a loud crack and then a satisfying groan from her. As I gently massaged her back I noticed that the nightie was moving up, I could now see part of her knickers, they were white to match her nightie. My hands were now going up and down her back, and I had increased the pressure. I was careful not to do it too hard, but I was more careful to ensure that her nightie continued to move so that it would reveal more.
I could now see all of her plump bottom, only covered by her tight knickers. I couldn't take my eyes of it. As I continued with the massage I just stared at it, desperate to touch it. However I didn't do that, what I did do instead is quickly put my hands inside her nightie and run my hands up her back, there was a soft moan from her.
In a low voice, almost a whisper, she said "That feels good."
Now that I was inside, and mother hadn't complained, I felt bolder. I spread my fingers and then I moved my hands to both sides of her, another inch or so and I would be touching the edge of her tits. Very slowly I moved my hands towards them, after five minutes I was there.
My touch was now more of a caress than a massage. I couldn't feel much of her big tits, because they were squashed against the bed, however it still felt highly erotic and my cock was stiff and throbbing in my pyjamas.
"That's very nice but I think we should get so sleep."
"Five more minutes?"
She sighed, "You are doing a good job, OK."
If it was just five minutes then I wanted to make the most of it, I might never be in this situation ever again. I slowly pushed my hands down so that I could feel more of her tits, I waited for her to object. However she surprised by raising her chest up, just a few inches, but enough for to slide my hands under. I didn't hesitate, when my hands were under her she dropped back down trapping them.
I now had my hands where I wanted them, but I was reluctant to act. If I stopped now we could both pretend nothing had happened, it was just a massage, but if I started playing with them there would be no doubt it was sexual.
I don't know why I bothered thinking about it, there was only going to be one outco. Man has only enough blood for his brain or his cock, but not for both at the sa ti. I am no exception, my cock was in control so it was inevitable that I would play with her tits.
As I searched for her nipples mother moved her body to make it easier for , there was now no doubt she was willing. When I found them they were already swollen. They were a lot bigger and thicker than Olivia's. I pinched them gently at first, then harder as she started moaning.
I was surprised that we were doing this. My mother is quite formal, she never swears. At ho there is never ever a ntion of anything sexual. I was now playing with her tits and she was enjoying it. She was holding her drink well but she had consud a lot, had that softened her up?
I had now spent ten minutes on her magnificent tits, I wanted more, sothing different. If I tried would she stop ? When my hands were out from under her she gave a long sigh, it sounded like she was disappointed.
This ti she was the one to ask, "Five more minutes?"
"Are you sure?"
There was a quick "Yes" from her.
This ti when she raised her chest I put my hands onto her bottom. When I started fondling it she dropped back down, she now understood what I wanted.
"Perhaps we should stop now?"
She sounded unsure, letting play with her tits was one thing but giving access to her cunt was a big step up. I desperately wanted to finger her, but if that was going to happen I needed to be patient.
I took a deep breath, then in casual tone said "Just a few more minutes. We will stop when you want."
Whilst I waited for her to say sothing I looked over at Olivia, she wasn't moving but in the silence I could hear her breathing. Good she was OK, but I would need to keep an eye on her during the night. Eventually mother responded.
"Yes, but be gentle", then to keep up so sort of pretence she added "When you massage there."
We both knew where 'there' was.
As I played with her bottom, keeping well away from her cunt, I kept saying to myself 'Nice and slow'. I was worried that if I just charged in she might change her mind.
After several minutes she started to wiggle her bottom, that was a good sign. I wanted to get to her cunt but first I needed those knickers to co off. I thought she was ready, but as soon as I started to pull them down she reached behind and grabbed one of my hands.
"I need to go to the toilet."
As she got up from the bed I hid my erection as best I could. When she was in the bathroom I wondered what was going to happen next, would we continue or was that the end? There was nothing I could do but wait.
Eventually she returned, without saying anything she got back into bed. I smiled, she was now in the sa position as before, on her front with the covers off.
"I am tired, do you think we should continue?"
She was obviously having second thoughts about doing this. I was now frantically trying to think of sothing to say that would convince her that we should go on. The best I could co up with was "Yes, I will make sure you enjoy it", I just hoped it was good enough.
"If we do then I don't want you to stop until I am completely relaxed."
With the confidence of a twenty-three year old I said in a firm voice "Don't worry, I know what to do."
There was a nervous giggle from her, then she said "What are you waiting for?"
When I lifted her nightie up I was surprised to see that her bottom was naked, she must have left her knickers in the bathroom. As I stared at it my cock twitched, and for the first ti since we started I realised that I might actually get to fuck her. It would all depend upon how far she was willing to go, but I decided then that I would try.
Her legs were together and I was tempted to push them apart, but I didn't. I muttered under my breath "Nice and slow." When I started massaging her bottom again she gave an appreciative moan. After a few minutes she started to move her legs, I put my hands on them to stop her spreading them, then I got back to working on her bottom. Two minutes later she tried again, I stopped her, this ti holding her legs more firmly.
"Please I need to get more comfortable."
I could hear the pleading in her voice, I replied with a firm "No not yet."
"I need it." She now sounded desperate.
"What do you need?"
I waited for her to answer, it felt as if she was struggling to find the words. Other won would say 'I need to be fingered' or 'I need to be fucked' but she would never say anything like that. Eventually it ca out.
In a low voice she said "I need more."
I wanted to tease her, not torture her, so I said "Just two more minutes."
I felt her legs relax, she was now no longer pushing against my hands. I had said two minutes but I wasn't sure if I could wait that long.
I was now back to playing with her bottom, but I was thinking of her cunt.
"You said just two minutes."
I could hear the anguish in her voice, if I waited any longer she might actually cry. When I put my hands on her thighs and gently pushed against them she responded by opening her legs.
"Wider, as wide as you can."
She quickly did as I asked. I bent down, moving my head close to her, I wanted a good look at her cunt. Even in the dim light I could clearly see it. She wasn't shaved, but it looked to be well trimd. I then put my hands on her bottom and pushed up, I wanted her to raise herself so that I could see more, but she didn't respond.
"My back is hurting."
I ignored her and tried again.
"No, I can't do that it's too uncomfortable."
I was slightly annoyed, in a harsh tone I said "Then you need to turn over."
She hesitated, had I ruined it? Eventually she moved, only stopping to take her nightie off. She was now lying on her back completely naked, but with her legs closed. I looked at her face, our eyes t and we held that gaze for a few seconds. When she closed her eyes I knew it was her signal for to continue.
I wanted her cunt, but now that she was on her back I could suck her big nipples. When I did there was a loud gasp from her, it startled and I raised my head.
"NO, don't stop."
I was quickly back on it. It was long and thick, nicely swollen, better than Olivia's. Thinking about her should have made feel guilty about what I was doing, but it didn't, I was enjoying it too much. There was plenty of ti to feel guilty tomorrow morning.
I couldn't get enough of her nipples, I kept switching from one to the other. I was now sucking them as hard as I could and she was making all sorts of strange noises, obviously enjoying it as well. After five minutes or so I was ready to move down, tits are nice but nothing is better than a cunt, and when it is your mother's cunt it's even better.
When I stopped she opened her eyes, she looked puzzled. However when I put my hands on her thighs she gave a smile, and then, as she opened her legs, she closed her eyes again.
This ti I didn't need to ask her to open more, her knees were up and her legs were as wide apart as possible. I could now see every detail of her cunt. I was pleasantly surprised how big her lips were, nice and aty. I licked my lips as I imagined them in my mouth. It was now getting difficult to take it 'Nice and slow'.
"Don't tease ."
I mutter a quick "Sorry", I had spent too long just looking at her. Ti to make ands.
I spent the next couple of minutes exploring her inner thighs, just inches away from her big lips, gently touching and rubbing. When I moved closer, brushing my fingers against her lips, I felt her body tense then relax. I had intended to wait so more before fingering her, but I couldn't resist any longer. I pushed a finger in, up to the knuckle. There was long satisfying moan from her.
"I want more."
So one wasn't enough, "How many?"
"Two", then she quickly added "No, three."
"Three, you are a BIG girl."
She giggled, "Yes I am."
Perhaps she could take more? "What about four?"
There was a quick "No", but I wasn't convinced.
Slowly I said "I think if I am careful you can do it."
"What about Olivia?"
That shocked , I blurted out "Just three."
Now, in a confident voice, she said "Then I want four."
I was careful, I slowly worked my way up to four. It was tight but it did seem to be what she needed. Now that they were all in I could fuck her with them. As I did so I thought of what she had said, 'What about Olivia?', it had shocked but it had also excited . I now realised that under that formal exterior she had the sa naughty side that I had.
She was now getting noisy, each ti my fingers went in deep she groaned loudly. If Olivia had just been fast asleep this would surely wake her, fortunately she was drunk, almost comatose. I smiled, all this was possible because the hotel had cocked up the rooms. I was now warming to Charles, he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Olivia had played her part as well by drinking too much. I looked behind to see how she was, with horror I could see her getting out of bed.
"Fuck, Olivia is getting up."
Mother's eyes opened wide and she stared at , she was about to speak but I shook my head.
I whispered "Stay still she is going to the bathroom."
She was unsteady on her feet, obviously still drunk. I could see mother was tense, worried what might happen when she ca back. The sensible thing to do was for us to stop. I should remove my fingers and mother close her legs. When she returned we would be tucked up in bed pretending to be asleep. However we didn't do that. I kept my fingers in and mother wasn't trying to close her legs. I even moved my fingers to keep her excited, but this ti slowly. I think we both realised that if we stopped, even briefly, that would spoil the mood and we might not continue.
When she eventually returned I held my breath, she had stopped in the middle of the room and was looking towards , it was as if she was in a trance.
Mother hissed "What is she doing?"
"She is just standing there."
I didn't tell her that she was staring at , that might have freaked her out.
"Good, she is now moving towards her bed."
When I saw her collapse onto it I knew we were safe.
I gave a long sigh, "Fuck that was a close shave. She is back in bed, let's wait a minute."
I could see mother smile, she looked relieved. As she closed her eyes I heard her say, in a low, but serious, voice, "Don't use that language in front of again."
I had to stop myself from laughing. I had sucked her big tits and I now I had four fingers up her cunt, and it looked almost certain that I would eventually fuck her. She was happy for to do that but she didn't want to swear in front of her. I shook my head, was she joking?
We waited less than a minute, when she wiggled her bottom I knew she was ready to start again. I briefly glanced at Olivia, it looked good, unless she needed the toilet again I would be surprised if she gave us any more trouble.
Mother was now noisy, would she be even louder when she is being fucked? I spent the next few minutes fingering her. Her cunt was nice and juicy, what would it taste like? I moved my head between her legs, ready to lick her. I didn't want any delay, once my fingers were out I wanted my mouth, and tongue, on her cunt. I could now sll it, nice and strong, just as it should be.
When I sucked her big lips into my mouth she scread. It was loud, it might even have woken Olivia up, but I didn't stop, I just hoped she was still asleep.
Her lips were a mouthful and I sucked on them greedily. I loved the taste of her cunt, very musky, a stronger taste than Olivia's. The only thing I didn't like was the hair, I wished she was shaved. She was neatly trimd but I could still feel it against my cheeks.
All the ti I had been fingering her I hadn't touched her clit, I had been saving it for my tongue, it was now ti to lick it. The first lick was slow and gentle, I heard her try to stifle a moan, but she couldn't stop it, it ca out loud.
"Fuck, that's soooo good."
That shocked , I even stopped for a second or two. That was the first ti ever I had heard her say that word. As I licked her harder I inserted two fingers, she continued to moan but thankfully not as loud as when I had first licked her clit.
I was enjoying what we were doing but I was getting worried that she would climax before I could get to fuck her. As I continued to lick her I reached back and started to pull my pyjama bottoms down, I could feel the front wet with pre-co. It was a struggle but eventually my cock was free.
I was desperate to fuck her but first I needed to warn her in so way. My cock is only slightly above average, six and half inches, but it is thick, very thick. Mary a previous girlfriend had even refused to let fuck her, 'There is no way that is going to fit into . I am not even going to try.' We split up soon after that. Olivia had struggled at first, even now I only fuck her after extensive foreplay, and she has to tell when she is ready.
Mother had taken four fingers, that was a good sign, also she has given birth. Her cunt must be bigger than Olivia's, so she might be OK. I just wished I knew what my father's cock was like, If it was thick like mine then she would be used to it.
I stopped licking her, replacing my tongue with two fingers. As I rubbed her swollen clit with them I realised that I would just have to tell her straight.
"You should know that it's thick."
Even with her eyes closed I could see she was puzzled, then her face relaxed, she now understood what I was saying.
She opened her eyes and smiled at , "Good, it sounds like you are just like your father."
I wasn't convinced, I have seen a lot of porno films with very long cocks, but none have the girth that mine has.
"When I said thick, I an very thick."
She gave a nervous laugh, "That sounds even better", but I could tell she was now wondering if it might actually be too big for her.
"Can Olivia take it?"
"Yes, but she is used to it."
"All of it?"
"Yes."
She smiled at again, then she nodded her head before closing her eyes. The smile was to tell 'If Olivia can be fucked with it then I can be as well', and the nodding of her head was to let know she was ready.
I positioned my cock against her opening, I just hoped I could get it in, we didn't have the luxury of spending a few days trying. It had taken a week for Olivia to manage all of it, and then another week before she was comfortable enough to really enjoy it.
A few years ago a friend of mine had seen it whilst we were showering after a basketball ga, I think his words were 'That's a big fucker, it's wider than my arm. Wish mine was that size'. We both laughed. He was exaggerating, but I was old enough to know that what I had was indeed special. However what he didn't realise was that it could also have a down side, it's no good it looking impressive if it's too big for the cunt.
I slowly pushed the first two inches in.
"Stop."
I groaned, I was half-expecting that. I watched her open her eyes and lift her head up so that she could see my cock. She was now staring at it.
"The head is the biggest part, it should get easier now as it goes in further."
I was trying to sound convincing but I wasn't sure she believed .
She shook her head, "Olivia can take ALL of it?"
I looked directly at her, when our eyes t I said in a reassuring voice "Yes."
She hesitated then said "In that case you had better fuck , nice and slow."
When she had closed her eyes I said in a low whisper "Yes, nice and slow."
When it was fully in I stopped, she was breathing heavily but other than that she seed OK with it. It felt good, I was up to my balls in her and it was now going to get even better. I started tentatively at first, careful not to thrust too hard. She was making less noise than before, but even so she did appear to be enjoying it, I certainly was.
It was now ti to up the pace.
"Are you OK?"
Between moans there was a terse "Yes", followed by "Don't stop."
I smiled, no chance of that until I had poured everything I had into her big cunt.
"What do you want?"
"What?"
I said it again.
In frustration she shouted out "I don't know what you want to say. But don't stop."
"I want you to say, you want to fuck you."
There was a quick "Yes, fuck , fuck " from her.
That got even more excited, I responded by fucking her harder, long full strokes. She was now moaning and gasping for breath, and I was grunting after each long stroke. We were now both close to coming.
"What do you want to fuck?"
Nothing back from her, so I said it again, then I fucked her as hard as I could manage.
She gave a loud groan, then with difficulty she managed to speak, "I want you to fuck my cunt. Fuck my cunt hard until I co."
When she climaxed I felt her body tense, as she writhed about I continued, I was just on the edge, I needed a bit more ti.
"Stop, I can't take any more."
I ignored her, two strokes later I reached it as well. I could feel my cock twitching inside her. There is no such thing as a bad climax but so are better than others, this was one of my best.
When my cock was limp I rolled of her. As I lay beside her I waited for her to say sothing, her eyes were closed, was she asleep? Then she opened them.
"I now understand what you were saying."
I was puzzled, "What did I say?"
"That you were big."
"I said I was thick."
"That's what I ant. Your father is longer than you, much longer, but you are a lot wider than him."
I looked at her, she giggled "Yes, nine inches."
"You are joking, did he tell you that?"
"Yes he did."
I shook my head, "Don't believe him, you should asure it."
"I did. It's actually just over nine inches."
I had a sudden thought, then I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking, what if you could combine both our cocks, his length and my girth, you would have a monster cock."
She laughed, "No you would have a virgin, it would be too big for anybody."
That was funny.
"I have a question for you. What we did was good, but why did you let do it?"
Mother looked thoughtful.
"The simple answer is that I needed it. I love your father very much and I would never leave him, however he doesn't have the sa interest in sex that he used to have. It sounds cruel to say it, but he is not satisfying ."
I felt sorry for her, she is still a relatively young woman with obviously strong needs. I didn't know what to say, and she looked as if she wanted to stop talking about it, so I didn't say anything else.
After an awkward silence mother gave a smile that was ant to tell she was OK, then she said "We must get to sleep now."
I was now completely spent, my last thought as I drifted off to sleep was that I hoped that tomorrow we would be able to do this again.
I woke up first, just after seven-thirty. Mother was still sound asleep but Olivia was moving in her bed, she would be up soon.
"My head hurts."
"It's no wonder, you were drunk last night. I will make you a coffee, a strong one."
As I was making the coffee I could see Olivia looking carefully at her clothes, then she inspected the bed.
"Was I sick last night?"
"No."
She still looked worried.
"Did I do anything embarrassing?"
I gave her my best smile, "No. We ca straight from the restaurant and then we put you to bed."
"So far so good, but what about your mother?"
"What about ?"
We both turned to look at her, she was now sitting up. I was relieved to see that she had put her nightie back on before going to sleep.
"Sorry, I guess I was shit-faced last night."
Mother smiled, "Don't worry I am not annoyed. But mind your language."
I had to look away, I was finding it difficult not to laugh, shit-faced was mild compared to so of the words mother had used last night. However I could understand her thinking, saying them when you are having sex is acceptable, in fact it's almost compulsory, but other than that it is bad manners.
"I feel a lot better after that coffee. I am going to have a quick shower, then downstairs for breakfast."
I looked at her in amazent, "You want to eat? Don't you feel sick?"
"No, just a splitting headache. I am going to take so painkillers, that should sort out."
She even managed a smile.
"I will shower next and co down with you."
Out of the corner of my eye I could see mother trying to get my attention, when I turned to look at her she mouthed "No."
She had made sure Olivia hadn't seen it, what did she an by 'No'?
"Tim, I am going to eat a bit later. If Olivia doesn't mind will you wait and co down with ?"
Olivia was swallowing the painkillers so she didn't answer straight away.
"I hate the taste of them, and why do they make them so big?"
Eventually she noticed us looking at her, "Sorry, yes I am OK with that" then she went off to take a shower.
When we were alone I could see mother wanted to say sothing, but she was hesitant. She took a deep breath before speaking.
"Last night was good, very good."
I waited for the 'But'.
"I want to do it again."
I hadn't expected that, "Now?"
She giggled, "No, when Olivia has gone downstairs."
"Aren't you."
She finished my sentence, "Sore? Yes I am a bit, but it's a nice sore."
I wasn't sure there was such a thing.
"We don't have ti to do all of what we did last night."
"I know, I just want you to lick ."
Before I could reply Olivia was back in the room.
"What were you talking about?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing important, mother was asking to do sothing."
That got Olivia's interest, "Do what?"
I glanced across at mother, she looked worried.
I smiled, "She wants to dance with her tonight at the wedding reception. Apparently last ti I was very good and she wants to do it again."
"Was he good?"
Olivia got a "Yes" and I got a stern look that said 'Don't do that again'.
"I need so food. How long will you be before you join ?"
"Half an hour."
I chipped in with "Make it an hour, we are not in a hurry."
"Not a problem, take your ti."
As she was leaving she turned around and looked at both of us in turn.
"There were a lot of strange noises last night."
In as calm a voice as I could manage I said "You must have been dreaming."
"It did seem real, but I was drunk so I might just have imagined it. I guess you are right, see you downstairs in about an hour."
When she had gone I gave a long sigh, mother just looked relieved.
"Don't worry, she was well out of it last night. Did you notice though that she never said anything about being in the single bed?"
Mother looked surprised, "You are right, she didn't."
I was ready to start, "We have an hour, let's not waste any ti."
But then I had a sudden thought, "I can see what you get out of this, but what's in it for ?"
"I am sore so that's out, but you can do anything else."
"Anything?"
When she realised what I was hinting at there was a look of horror on her face, "You are way too big for my bum, it would kill ."
"It might, but we can try", before she could respond I added "Only joking."
"And I don't have a big mouth."
"So when you say anything, you really an anything so long as it's just your hand?"
"Correct."
I tried to look annoyed, but mother just laughed.
"If you are a good boy I will let you finish on my tits."
"Nice, but can I co on your face instead?"
I expected a quick no, but she was thinking about it.
"Yes, but only if you give a good climax."
I gave a big grin, "It's a deal."
Taking into account the ti for both of us to have a shower, we now had only thirty minutes.
I started the sa as before, by sucking her big lips into my mouth. The taste was different, a lot stronger, but still good. This was supposed to be a quick snack rather than a feast but even so I didn't want to rush it. Mother was responding to my actions, when I sucked harder she was moaning louder. I was tempted to push two fingers in, but she had said she was sore. Would she take them in her bum instead? As I continued sucking on her lips I played with her anus, gently rubbing my fingers against it. When I positioned the tips at the opening, ready to push in, I waited to see if she would object.
"Don't tease , put them in."
I didn't imdiately do what she wanted, instead I dipped my fingers into her cunt to get them nice and wet.
"What are you doing?"
I didn't answer her, I had a mouthful of cunt lips. My response was to push the two fingers deep into her bum, right up the knuckles. There was a loud gasp from her, then a low appreciate moan.
"That's good, I always wondered how it would feel."
I stopped sucking, surprised that it was a first for her.
"Don't stop."
I got back to work, but this ti I went for her clit.
"That's the spot, lick it hard."
When I did as she asked there was even more noise coming from her, a mixture of moans and groans. My cock was fit to burst, I was desperate for her to touch it, but for now the focus was on her.
"I need more."
I licked her harder.
"NO, not that. I need to be fucked."
I raised my head, "I thought you were sore?"
"I am a bit, but I can take it. Don't argue with ."
I gave a sarcastic "Yes mother" that made her giggle.
"But wait a minute."
I didn't understand, "Wait for what?"
"I want it from behind."
I was shocked, and she must have seen it on my face, "You don't want to?"
"I do, it's just I didn't expect it from you."
For so reason she found that very funny, when she had stopped laughing she said "So what you really an is you didn't expect your mother to be such a dirty bitch."
I didn't say anything, but I think she took my silence as a 'Yes'.
When she was in position, with behind her, I was impressed. She had her bottom up high and her elbows flat on the bed. I could see her cunt in all its glory, inviting to fuck it. This ti I quickly pushed it in, perhaps a bit too quick.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, but it did take my breath away. Take it slowly at first then I want it hard."
"Yes mother."
"Stop saying that and start fucking ."
It sounded like a command, I was happy to obey. This ti I was able to go deeper, and she seed happy to take it. I now had a permanent smile on my face, I had expected her hand but I was now getting her cunt.
We continued like this for a good five minutes and I sensed she was near, if I concentrated a few hard thrust would make climax as well.
"I am nearly ready to co. Fuck harder, fuck my cunt as hard as you can."
It was then I heard the knocking on the door, I stopped mid-stroke.
I whispered, "Shit, it must be Olivia."
"What shall we do?" There was panic in her voice.
"She mustn't have a key, if we wait she will go away."
I didn't feel as confident as I sounded, but eventually the knocking stopped, and we continued. The sensible thing to do was to end this now, to make ourselves decent and then go and look for Olivia. Lust won over logic, but we did need to be quick.
Two minutes later she climaxed, I followed close behind. It was only our second fuck but the timing was spot on. Would it be our last?
"That was wonderful, but get into the shower before Olivia gets back."
"Not yet."
What was she waiting for?
"I am still horny."
I just looked at her with my mouth open, was she serious? When she opened her legs and started to rub her clit I knew she was.
"It will only take a few minutes to co again. I want you to watch , and to talk dirty. Tell about Olivia."
What did she want to say?
"Co on, tell what she is like in bed."
Wow, mother certainly had a dark side.
"She loves to be fucked, on top. I lift her legs up high, almost onto her shoulders."
"The dirty bitch, what is her cunt like?"
"It's always juicy, she loves to be licked, and she is always shaved."
Mother's fingers were now moving faster.
"Which cunt do you like best?"
I looked her straight in the eye, "Your cunt", that took her over the edge.
I watched in amazent as she thrashed about, it was her second climax but it looked to be bigger than the first. Eventually she was still.
"We can talk later but please go and shower."
She just ignored , "What are we going to say to here?"
"I don't know", then I had an idea, "We can tell her we both fell asleep. It's a bit weak but I can't think of anything better. NOW GO."
Mother had only just got into the shower when I heard a key in the door. When she entered Olivia looked annoyed.
"What happened? I had to get a key from reception. You said an hour but it's been more than that now, and you are still in bed."
"Sorry we fell asleep."
"And where is your mother."
"Taking a shower."
"Also, why are you in the double bed?"
"It was your fault, you were drunk last night. You got into the single bed and we couldn't get you out."
She seed to be much calr now.
"Sorry, is your mother annoyed with , it must have been horrible for her sharing with you."
I tried to sound serious when I said "It was, probably best not to ntion it to her."
We were only just in ti for breakfast. Olivia joined us even though she had already eaten. I must say considering how drunk she was last night she now looked remarkably well.
The food was good and I made the most of it, eventually I was full.
"Your father and Mia should be here in about an hour, I just hope the problem with the rooms has been sorted out."
I muttered under my breath "No chance of that."
Mother pretended she hadn't heard .
"Tim will you go and check?"
I gave her a 'Why ?' look, she wasn't impressed.
"I am sure you will be calm and diplomatic."
Olivia giggled, but she stopped when mother gave her one of her looks.
As I left I grabbed a piece of toast to eat on my way to reception. When I got there I grinned, Charles was on duty. When he saw his smile wavered a bit, but he was still very polite.
"Good morning sir, how can I help you?"
I reminded him about the problem with our room and told him about the other two people who were joining us today.
"Let check."
I watched him access the computer, when I saw him briefly frown I knew there was a hitch.
"Excuse sir, I need to speak to my manager."
Five minutes later he returned.
"I am pleased to say that my manager has confird that there will now be a fifty percent discount on ALL of your booking."
So it was the good news first, what about the bad? I waited for him to continue.
"However we do still have a small problem, there is no room for."
He paused to look at our booking details.
"Mia Harrison."
"What about my father's room?"
"That is OK sir. A room with a double bed."
I could see he was expecting to complain, but I was now deep in thought. Did that an we still had last night's room?
"So how many rooms do we have tonight?"
"Two. The one I just told you about and the one you had last night. We haven't been able to get you an extra room."
He was obviously expecting to be annoyed, even angry, but I wasn't.
"Thanks Charles, I am sure you have done everything you can to help us. Have a nice day."
Then I walked away, I didn't look back but I would guess that Charles was still standing there looking very surprised.
As I waited for the lift I smiled to myself. Mother and father would share a room, leaving the rest of us in the other one. I doubted if Olivia and Mia would want to sleep in the sa bed, so that would an I would get to sleep with Olivia. However last night had not gone to plan, so perhaps the sa might happen tonight, that Olivia would end up again in the single bed.
Mia is my elder sister by three years, she is hot. There was an incident a few weeks ago that made we start to think about her in a sexual way. I forgot to lock the bathroom door, when she entered I was naked. She managed to get a good look at my cock before I covered up. I still rember the exact words she said, "Wow BIG brother, I wouldn't mind so of that." There was then an awkward silence for a few seconds before she muttered "Sorry for barging in", then she quickly left.
Nothing more has been said about what happened, but a few tis since then I have noticed her staring at my crotch. It would be too much to expect Olivia to be drunk again tonight, however there might be so other way to get her back into that single bed.
As I stepped into the lift I almost laughed out loud, I had just had a brilliant idea. It needed help from my sister, but if she was willing it might just work.
Last night it was my mother, tonight, with a bit of luck, it would be my sister!
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