I woke up horny, which wasn’t all that uncommon. I reached for my vibrator and realized I was in a hotel room, not my bedroom. OK, I was almost really awake. I was in a queen-sized bed and the time was close to 6:30 am. Toby, my son, was asleep in the other queen bed. He was snoring very gently.
I threw the covers aside and quietly pulled up my negligee. I was naked beneath it. My hand slid down to my cunt and began to rub. Oh, that felt nice. I stroked slowly, both my slit and my clit, before pressing three fingers against my clit and rubbing a little faster.
Images flashed through my mind. Like so often while masturbating, most images lasted just for a second. Someone’s cock, someone’s cunt, someone’s cum, nothing in particular. A transexual’s cock entered my ass. I sucked on two cocks at the same time. It was so dreamy I almost fell asleep again. Then I imagined myself being gangbanged, one cock after another, each one cumming after just a few seconds inside me.
“Mom?” Toby asked?
His head was a foot off his pillow.
“Um,” I said. “I was just…”
“Yeah, you were masturbating. You yelled something and woke me up.”
“I did?”
I hadn’t realized I’d yelled. I didn’t even know my eyes had been closed until I opened them.
“Sorry, Toby.”
“No worries, mom. Do you want me to, you know, fuck you?”
Toby and I had screwed quite a number of times in the past year, thrown more closely together by COVID. Not so much lately, though, now that he was back in school and he was often with Katie, his girlfriend.
“That’s OK. I’ve got this.”
I returned to masturbating, my fingers moving faster over my clit. Thinking about it, I pulled my negligee over my head and tossed it on the floor. I turned toward Toby and saw him watching me. My fingers resumed a circular motion, then sideways, just rubbing, really. I looked Toby in the eye. He was smiling, he has the sweetest smile. His brown hair was a mess, of course. An arm pulled back his covers and I saw a bulge in his pajama bottoms, but he pulled off the jammies and his hard cock bounced before me.
“Nice cock, Toby,” I said, grinning.
I rubbed my clit even faster. I was good and warm and very wet. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, still a way off, but that tugging sensation behind my clit had begun. For his part, Toby’s right hand grasped his cock and began to stroke it. He watched my jiggling boobs as much as my hand.
We were looking at each other, our eyes traversing the other’s body. Toby’s hard cock looked to me like it had grown a little, slightly longer, somewhat thicker. His ballas bounced.
“Oh, Toby.”
I was rubbing frantically now and my orgasm was almost there. Toby’s hand stroked quickly and I knew he didn’t need much time to cum when he masturbated. We came at almost the same time.
Toby ejaculated before I came. He spurt onto his chest, actually getting a little on his chin, and continued to spurt for several seconds. He watched himself cum, then fell back on his pillow. Although he wasn’t looking, less than half a minute later I came, too. The orgasm was only special in the moment, that time when nothing exists except the sensation of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt it everywhere, in my toes, and a lightheadedness, and it lasted almost a minute. Well, probably not that long, but it sure seemed like a long time. My head fell back on my pillow. Both Toby and I were looking at the ceiling.
“I’ll shower first,” I said, “in a few minutes.”
“OK.”
“We’ll have breakfast here, at the Marriott, then drive to UCLA. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet a girl.”
“Mom! I’m only sixteen. I doubt I’d get too far with a college girl.”
“Sixteen is old enough, although you might be right. Still, there will be lots to look at and not just buildings and trees.”
I took a shower and made coffee while Toby did his thing in the shower. He probably masturbated again while he was in there. I’m still not sure how often he does it, just that it’s a lot. We got dressed and headed to UCLA.
We were just taking a short trip for a couple days now that we were both fully vaccinated. COVID had fucked us up like everyone else and getting out of the house seemed important.
We looked around the campus. We talked to a few people. I hoped Toby would go here, although college was still more than a year away. UCSD was probably too close to home. We had lunch. We saw the sculpture garden, spent some time at the sports center place, and Toby bought a UCLA t-shirt. It was late May and school would be over soon, Spring finals for both UCLA and his high school were just a week or two away. There were a fair number of people around, but far fewer than normal. Classes were still mostly taught remotely. We must have walked for three or four miles. It was four o’clock when we got back to the hotel.
“Let’s go to the pool, mom,” he said.
“You go, I’ll catch up.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were both by the pool, Toby in his bathing suit and me in my bikini, which is probably bigger than you think it is. Still, I was showing lots of pale skin. There were people around the pool, almost no one in it. The scent of chlorine wasn’t too bad.
Toby bounced around in the water. He talked to a lady about my age and I could see them laughing. Five minutes after that, a girl about Toby’s age, maybe a year older, her hair wet, sat at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water and they chatted. To my surprise, Toby left the pool and she followed him. I was left alone, although there were a half dozen other people lounging around like I was.
I tried to read my book, but couldn’t get into it at all. I closed my eyes for a nap, but naps never work for me in the late afternoon. I climbed out of the chaise lounge chair and trudged back to the room. I opened the door and saw Toby and the girl fucking on his bed.
Toby gave me a quick look, then turned back to what he was doing. It was just the missionary position, although her legs were pulled back in the air, and Toby was pounding into her. I closed the door with a sharp click and leaned against it, watching quietly. I didn’t think the girl had even noticed me.
Her boobs were really small, with large, pointed nipples. I know Toby knew enough to suck them while he fucked her, he did that when he had sex with me, but his head was up and I think his eyes were closed. About all I could see of the girl were her boobs, her long, dirty blonde hair, and her somewhat thin legs spread very wide.
Toby came. He jammed forward and his hips jerked just a little bit as he squirted inside her. She put her feet on his ass. Toby soon stopped cumming and pulled out, stripping a condom off his cock and knotting the open end of it. He rolled to the far side of the girl.
“Um, mom? This is Ceil. Ceil, this is my mother.”
“What?” she said. She looked at me, fear on her face.
I walked toward her, unconsciously putting my hands out, palms up, wanting to calm her.
“Hi, Ceil, it’s, uh, nice to meet you. You’re a lovely girl. Can I maybe get you two something from the minibar? A Coke?”
Ceil did take a Coke, but Toby asked for a beer and I gave him a can of Heineken. I seldom let him drink, but this seemed like an exceptional set of circumstances. After handing Ceil the can, I sat next to her on the bed. Her shoulders came up a little, but she didn’t move away, not that there was a lot of space between her and Toby. Both were still naked. Toby’s cock had dwindled to next to nothing and a little cum dripped out of it.
“I’m surprised you had a condom, Toby. Pleased, but surprised.”
“Well, it was really Ceil’s. She had it in her purse.”
“I should go,” Ceil said. She actually did get up on her elbows.
“Nonsense,” I replied. “Just rest. You two might want to do it again?”
Ceil blushed and Toby looked away. She was covered with a light sheen of sweat, but she smelled very faintly of jasmine. Perfume, no doubt, although I didn’t recognize it. I put a hand on her thigh.