“Sure, Dad,” Cory nodded, taking the keys.
Once he was gone I suggested, putting my hand on my husband’s crotch, trying to use my son’s reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe even save, my marriage, “So about the hot tub?”
“I could use a soak.”
“I could use a cock in me,” I whispered back, rubbing his dick.
“Honey,” he groaned.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“Okay,” he agreed.
I led him to our hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth.
He groaned, “I thought we were going to the hot tub.”
I sucked him for a few seconds before standing up and smiling, “We are. I was just prepping you.”
“I’m not complaining,” he wondered as he got undressed, “but I have to ask, what’s with all the sudden, um…”
“Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny,” I answered the incomplete question.
He laughed. “Well, I should make you sit back there every day.”
“Why? Are you trying to turn me into a sex maniac?” I joked, knowing I already was one.
“There are worse things to be,” he shrugged, putting his trunks on.
“Touché,” I laughed.
We went down to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there… way too many to get away with any hot tub sex.
Nevertheless, I whispered sultrily, “Think we can fuck here?”
“Not without lots of witnesses,” he said.
“If it weren’t for the kids around, I would so straddle you in the hot tub anyway,” I teased, before swaying sexily away from him and stepping into the hot tub.
We had a twenty-minute soak, chatting with another couple about great places to visit, before heading back to the hotel room.
Once we were inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, “It’s no hot tub, but it’ll do.”
“What about Cory?”
“I’ll text him and make sure he’s still busy.”
I texted him:
M: Where are you?
He texted back:
C: Buying you something special for tomorrow’s ride.
I texted him back:
M: You bad Mommy-fucker! How long until you come back?
C: Fifteen minutes. Don’t you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you’re my slut!!
Those assertive words turned me on… again making me wish Alex could be that dominant and aggressive.
I responded, even though I wasn’t sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing a single room:
M: Yes, Master!
I sighed, “Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back.”
“Shit,” he sighed.
I shrugged, thinking Cory hadn’t said anything about oral, “But he said fifteen minutes. That’s probably enough time to give you an old-fashioned blow job.”
“You sure?” he asked.
“I want my dessert,” I shrugged, tugging his trunks down and taking his cock back in my mouth.
“Oh God,” he groaned, as I bobbed hungrily.
As I expected he didn’t last long, not even two minutes, before he warned me, “I’m going to come.”
I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and grinned, “Yummy.”
“For your tummy,” he joked, completing a saying we’d used on Cory when he was a child.
I rubbed my tummy and laughed, “Indeed. Yummy cummy!”
I showered and came out to find Alex and Cory chatting while they watched some sports highlights.
I announced, “Your turn, Alex.”
“I think I’ll have a bath,” he replied.
“Sure,” I nodded.
Once Alex was gone and I heard the water running, I asked, “Soooooooo, what did you get me?”
“That is a surprise for tomorrow,” Cory said with a smile.
“You know I hate surprises.”
“You seem to have enjoyed all my surprises so far,” he shrugged, walking over to me.
“True enough,” I nodded.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
“You want to fuck me with your father in the next room?” I asked, although I was wearing nothing but a robe, so we could be quick about it.
“A better question is, do you want me to fuck you with my father in the next room?” he turned it around, cupping my tits over my robe.
“You’re so bad,” I moaned, completely at his whim. “You know I do.”
Using a wall for balance, I bent over.
Cory stepped up behind me and slid his cock in me. He fucked me rapidly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the bathroom door opening.
Cory nonchalantly stepped away from me just in time and turned away to tuck his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he was interrupting, “I forgot my razor and shaving cream.”
I said, my heart racing from almost getting caught, “It’s in your suitcase.”
He was approaching the suitcase when Cory announced, “I’m going to take Mom for a drive.”
“Oh, where?” Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase.
I walked over to Alex and accused teasingly as I picked up the travel bag he couldn’t find, “You really do have man eyes.”
He shrugged, “I don’t know how I didn’t see that.”
“You are rather oblivious,” I said, taking a shot at him.
“That’s why I have you to point things out to me,” he shrugged before returning to the bathroom.
As soon as the door was closed, Cory stepped back up to me, bent me over the bed and slid his cock back in my pussy.
I moaned, “This is so dangerous.”
“More so than fucking you in the backseat?” he asked.
“Touché,” I laughed, as he fucked me.
“Plus, the chance of getting caught is quite a rush, isn’t it?” he added.
“A little,” I moaned, not admitting how big a rush it was.
“Oh, you love it,” he insisted as he continued fucking me… somehow knowing me so much better than my husband of over twenty years.
“Risk or not, I love having you inside me,” I moaned, as we heard the bathwater shut off and the splashing sounds of Alex climbing in.
“You’d better be making visits to my dorm,” he told me.
“Who would you introduce me as?”
“My slut,” he said. Before adding another thought, “Or better yet, my MILF girlfriend.”
“Not your mother?” I asked, my orgasm rising.
He laughed, “That may be a little TMI for most people.”
“Good call,” I agreed.
He suddenly pulled out and said, “Go get dressed. I have another surprise for you tonight.”
I sighed, hating when my orgasm was denied, “You’d better finish what you started, young man.” I was also curious whether he’d somehow found a way to make my gangbang happen. Horny as I was, I knew I wouldn’t resist for a moment if he managed to put me in that situation.
“Oh, I definitely plan on doing that,” he smiled, “just not quite yet,” as he slapped my ass and added, “Now hurry up, slut.”
“Fuck, do I love when you call me names,” I said, getting up, squeezing his cock and then grabbing something to wear.
I went into the bathroom to change.