Mom’s Class Reunion Ch. 06

Again, this is a story of fiction. ALL Characters are 18 years and older. Please enjoy reading.

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Still in shock, our eyes drifted from the door to each other. Almost midnight now, the temperature in our room was still electric, although tempered from the surprise voyeurs at our door. Not knowing just who was listening, I sat there at our beds edge, a whirlwind of emotions running rampant.

"Honey, somebody knows," the worry, plastered on my face. "But how? Know one knows our room number or what floor we're on."

Still feeling the pulsation from Parkers last 2 voyages deep in my abyss, I was now beside myself as to who was listening. The bad part about hotels is that at the bottom of the door of the entryway, there is always a gap at the bottom of the door. So with full privacy not possible, those who walk down the hallway to get to their, respective rooms, would be able to hear if people are in the act. And boy, were we in the act. At first evstatic because the itinerary got changed, and the scavenger hunt was suddenly moved to tonight, made way to real fear.

Standing near the window now, the condom still hanging from his member, nice and full, Parker was looking out at everything. Drapes open, like always, gave a view of the beauty of my birthplace. Even midnight, the illumination outside from cars, businesses, parlayed the life outside. There was a ton going on this weekend in the Manitoban province, so the kind of activity occurring below us was normal.

"Mom," Parker thoughtfully began, "Stop being worried OK? It's a hotel. I'm assuming people hear each other having sex all the time."

"Yes, you're probably right," I concurred. "My only issue is..." Suddenly stopping talking, my mouth hit the floor.

"Mom?" Parker said, surprised by my sudden silence. "Are you ok?"

"Oh no. No. No. No." I kept repeating out loud. "Our room key, Parker. Our room key."

Looking at me confused, Parker, naked as a jaybird, just stood there. "Honey, when the festivities ended and we were gathering our things, I noticed our room key was sitting under my shawl. Neither of us removed it from the pocket, except to show the moderator for the event.

"So, someone went into my coat and investigated us to find out where our room is?" He said, thinking. "It does show Room 812 on it."

"Seems like it," I added.

Now standing, I was removing the ballroom gown I had worn all evening. Stepping out of my high heels, I made my way over to the little closet area, hanging up the dress. Removing my lace bra, next, I folded it up and placed it in our "dirty clothes" suitcase.

Sauntering over to my son, his back was turned to me now, enjoying the scenery down below. As we both looked over the Albertan night sky, there was a brief silence. Only hearing our breathing, sinceback to normal, Parker spoke.

"So what now then, mom?" He said, looking at me from his left. "This weekend was suppose to be about this reunion and our intimacy.

"Parker honey, please," I explained, "Not knowing who or whom now knows about us is unnerving."

As my son removed the full condom I witnessed the remnants of our latest coupling. His cum inside the latex and my vaginal secretions on the outside of the sheath showed our situation.

"Mom," Parker spoke, barely audible. "Don't worry about a peeping Tom." Taking my hands in his, he slowly walked us back to our bed. When the back of my legs touched the side, I instinctively sat.

"Honey, pl..."

"Shhhhh mom," Parker quietly quipped, "I love you."

Staring into each others eyes, I scooched myself back into the center of the bed. Placing my head on the pillow and opening my legs, my, now naked body, aside from tan pantyhose and my tan heels I'd worn all evening, I reached my outstretched arms to him simply saying, "Then show me just how much."

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"UnhUnh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Now 2am, Parker was bareback, balls deep in me. My sodden tits swaying underneath me from the incessant pounding my young stud was giving me, I could only grip the sheets.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Fu.. Fuck yeah!" My son would hiss.

Looking right, we both could observe each other in the throes of our sinful, incestuous coupling. To the left, the view of Calgary's night skies shined in our room.

"Yes! Yes! Oh ba.. baby.. yessssss!" I moaned, feeling the bareness of our skin fusing together, one glorious plunge at a time.

With each thump of the headboard against the wall and every, subsequent squeak of the bed springs, our mating seemed to go on, forever.

"Fu.. fuck me Par.. Parker," I seductively repeated, encouraging my lover. "Cum.. cum in.. in me.. honey," I'd mewl.

Seeing the concentration on his face through the mirror, his big, meaty left hand was on my hip, as his other hand was on the small of my back, pushing me down into the mattress.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. mom," he chanted, lost in ecstasy.

The perspiration, now abundant, was coating my forehead. Parker on the hand, was full-on dripping sweat. Drop after drop, I felt contact my lower back, from his chaotic thrusting.

"Come.. Come on.. swee.. sweetheart. Oh God yesssss!" I lustfully panted.

"Mom!" Parker cried, "I'm.. I'm gonna.. cum," he warned, starting to speed up the climax. Generating urgency in his pumping, Parker was dutifully pounding away at my, worn out, body.

"Yes.. yes.. yes.. yes.. yes," I seductively muttered, watching the whorish look on my face clearly enjoying the young man thrusting, gleefully, behind me.

Gripping my hips with both hands, my head fell forward as he joined our lower regions together. "Ahhhhhhhfuuuuuucckkkk!" He shouted, loud enough for the whole 8th floor to hear.

Splash after splash erupted from my sons' pulsating cock. Coating my cervix, I grinded my butt against his rotund stomach. Feeling every drop in me, just the picture in the mirror waa mistakable. Two sweating people, looking like they ran a marathon, in the throes of, unadulterated incestuous ecstasy.

Finally slowing his periodic thrusts, Parker ceased any movement.

"Fu.. Fuck mom," He panted. Fall forward on me, our bodies collapsed onto the mattress. Adjusting his weight so he didn't crush my petite frame, Parker and I just lie there, spent.

Feeling stuffed and the urgent need to pee, I breathlessly whispered, "I.. need.. you.. to.. pull.. out.. hon.. honey." Feeling his snake slithering out of me, I stopped his exit. "The towel," I interrupted.

Deftly, my son reached for the towel that sat at the foot of our bed. Pushing it against my vagina, I painstakingly, rolled over.

"You wore mama out, honey," I said, exhausted. "I'll be right be back." As I held my hand out to him to help me up, I noticed the flaccid penis, inches from my face. "Finally," I sighed.

Waddling to the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror. After we have sex, I'll admit that a bit of remorse and shame reaches the surface, albeit temporarily. When I came back out, I saw my son flat on his back, still naked, asleep. Ogling him from the bathrooms entrance, I thought about the future. Our future.

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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" Emptying another batch of his unsheathed contents into me, I lie there, unmoved. As our relationship unfolded into more of a "mom with benefits" I'll admit I was second guessing myself. I prided myself on being a loyal spouse, a prudent homemaker. a doting mom. But this? This was a new realm. The taboo of this relationship, highlighted from every moan, every grunt, everytime the headboard made contact with the wall, I'd find myself marvelling at just how desired I felt. How much I was wanted. Every sweat bead that fell from his forehead or chest onto my tits or my lower back, every splash of his semen against my cervix, I was moving further and further away, emotionally, from my husband.

"Fuck mom," my son panted. " I can't enough of you."

Looking at the clock beside our bed, I realized it was now, 7:45. Having slept until 7, Parker mounted me earlier, as I lie there. When I felt the blanket that had covered us being removed and my legs opening, I opened my eyes.

"Honey?" I mumbled, as his movements stirred me awake. Asleep just over 4 hours, I was still exhausted. At 43, I am not getting any younger. The constant desire of my son had really reared its' ugly ever since our arrival in Calgary. Seeing him between my legs, scooching forward, his hand was on his semi hard pole, awaiting its' familiar home. "Sweetie," I tiredly uttered, "It's barely 7."

Not listening, or just not caring, he took my legs, pulled my nylons to my hips and pushed into me. "Ohhh honey," I'd lustfully mewl, as he worked to a rhythm.

After 45 minutes of, surprisingly, calm pumping, he erupted into me, yet again. Once satiated, he got off me and disappeared into the shower. Feeling his cum wanting to exit my orifice, I reached for the towel and settled it under my nether region. Not bothering to pull my pantyhose back up, I lie flat on my back looking up at the ceiling. My boobs were sore and my vagina ached. Feeling like I'd just run back-to-back marathons, I reached for my glasses and cell phone. Seeing 4 text messages and 3 missed phone calls, 2 from my husband and one from my daughter, I thought it better to respond.

After speaking to John for about 20 minutes, I'd told him how everything was going, that the reunion was fun, Parker was behaving himself, etc. When I told him about the itinerary for today and that we actually had the scavenger hunt the night before and not today, I didn't tell him about the prize I'd won.

"Well I'm glad he's behaving and the both of you are enjoying the reunion," he remarked. Finally able to breathe normally, I could hear the shower going, grateful for the respite.

"He's showering right now," I told John. "We're going to head downstairs and have breakfast, then see what is in store for the after as the intinerary changed."

Now sitting, the ache I felt was prominent.

Slowly removing my pantyhose, runs formed down the inner thigh, I awaited my turn for a shower. Once I had them off, I stood, still speaking to my husband.

"I know honey. Our flight lands at 6:20 pm. Monday. We should be home around 8:30. I'm going to call Steph and confirm her arrival Tuesday and get her bedroom ready."

Walking around the hotel room, the early morning sunrise was beautiful. Birds flying around, the horizon at a distance. Standing at the window, city life was buzzing for a Sunday morning. The exhaustion I felt, was pale in comparison to the concern I had, wondering who stood at our door, listening as we were intimate.

Realizing I needed to return Stephanies' call, I grabbed my phone again. "Steph?" I began, my daughter's voice. "Sorry I didn't call last night. It was a long evening."

"Momma!" She elatedly voiced. "How's the reunion going!"

After briefly giving her a partial rundown and how I was looking forward to her coming home for a few days, I heard the shower turn off. "Parker just finished showering honey. I need to hop in myself." Bidding our farewells, I proceeded to end the call just as Parker walked out, stark naked.

"Parker," I said, exasperated, "They have robes for us to wear."

"I don't see anyone else in here," he stated, matter-of-fact. "And besides, those out there can't see us... unless they have binoculars."

Shaking my head and suppressing a chuckle I walked past him. "Let me take a quick shower. Then we'll go get some breakfast. We have a long day ahead. Also, I spoke to your father and sister. They had called and texted."

"Ok mom," Parker said. "I'll just wait and then we can go." Pecking him on his lips, we went our separate ways.

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Refreshed from a nice, soothing shower, I felt refreshed. Adorning a simple lavender, floral type dress with a sequined pattern, my white pumps and sun beige nylons, Parker and me were just about to leave.

"I'm cumming mom," Parker choked out, spewing an unexpected load down my throat. Releasing his grip from my head, I began to pull off his rod.

"Ack! Hawk! Ack!" Coughing, and with cum-laden saliva on my chin, I struggled to catch my breath. "We're run.. running be.. hind," I panted, moving my jaw in circles. "You ne.. need to give.. me a break.. honey." Wiping my mouth, I quickly gargled mouthwash.

Zipping his pants up, Parker sat on our beds edge. "Dang, I needed that, mom. Your mom did the trick."

Rinsing my mouth out and finishing, I responded. "It surprised me, was all, Parker. Don't come up from behind me, then turn my body and push my shoulders. Just ask me, young man." Struggling to put my tits back into my bra, as my son likes them being out when i'm giving him a blow job, I quickly made myself presentable again.

"I can't look at you without getting an immediate erection," Parker admitted.

"It seems like it honey," I concurred, refixing my hair. Once complete, I said, "Can we go eat now? We haven't eaten since last night."

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Walking into the buffet room, everything seemed like a routine morning. The line was not too long and we'd managed to find a table toward the back of the restaurant. As we ate, there were people who were taking part in the reunion. As I looked left, Grace, her husband Richard, Jeremy and Beth, were leaving the restaurant.

"Grace!" I called out, but probably not hearing me, they disappeared around the corner.

After breakfast, we knew we had a couple of hours before the afternoon festivities were to begin.

"Let's go for a walk," Parker said, surprisingly. "I want the world to see my beautiful mom."

Leaning into him and softly responding, I said, with a smile on my face, "Wait, walk? I thought you might have immediately wanted to go back up to our room."

"As much as I want to, we do have between 3 and 7 to do just that. We can work up an appetite for the dinner portion, right?" He stated, extending his arm to me.

Putting my hand through his arm, we walked out of the buffet.

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Making our way through the lobby area, it was unusually light. Not the chaos of the last couple days, I figured people were enjoying the sites in, and around, Calgary. Passing some people, knowing they were from my reunion, I noticed how their gazes lingered on Parker and myself. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I brushed it off as my own insecurities.

I mean, a middle-aged woman, back home in Calgary, attending a 25-year class reunion, not with her own husband, but rather her 19-year old son. I understood, but also thought it inappropriate for anyone to possibly think anything other than innocent meanings.

Walking throught the sliding glass doors, we went and walked around downtown for an hour. My son didn't want to go to the afternoon doings.

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"Squeak! Thump! Creak! Slap! Slap!"

Now 6:15, Parker and I were back in our room. Having walked around downtown for an hour, we decided to spend our time in bed, before the dinner gathering and events at 7.

"Oh honey, yes," I lustfully mewled. My glasses, safely sat on the sidetable along with my wedding ring, the promise I wear whenever Parker and I are intimate, was sitting, proudly, on my left finger. "Nice.. and e.. easy.. hon.. honey," I moaned, running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck yes, mom," He'd continually grunt, each thrust slapping his genitals against my upturned legs. Holding them apart, in a 'V' shape, the focus on my son was intense.

"Just.. like.. that.. oh god yes," I moaned, his thrusting steady. Staring up at the young man, perspiration appearing on his forehead, his naked body was snug between my legs. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I chanted, over and over.

" God, you're beautiful, mom," his eyes fixated on me. Naked as well, save the usual hosiery I always wear for him and my white pumps, I was savoring this moment. All over, our clothes lie innocently on the floor, over the backing of a chair, even at the foot of our bed, the incestuous nature of the moment was in full swing.

"Unh! Ung! Unh! Ung! Unh!" Speeding up his pumping, Parker was pulling me into a frenzy. "Parr.. kerrr.. ohh yesss... ohhh yes!" Now, with my eyes going behind my head, I was a mess. "Harder.. fuck... ma.. mama.."

"Yeah! Yeah! its'.. my.. pussy.. mom!" He'd forcefully declare, punctuated by each powerful powerful into my depths. Hearing his breathing, now laboring, I knew his climax was reaching its' crescendo. Speeding up, he was about ready to burst. "I'm.. gon.. gonna.. cummmmmm!!" He shouted, loud enough for a deaf person to hear.

Two more pumps and his lowers hermetically sealed with mine creating a suction. "Ev.. every drop," I seductively said, now running my fingers on his chest and shoulders. His 250 lb. body, overworked, but clearly satiated, unloaded wave after wave of his spend as deep into my tunnel as it could reach. Shaking uncontrollably as he relieved himself, my dreary eyes were matted over.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I heard, relief, finally washing over his face. "Ho.. holy shit.. mom," My son panted, clearly exhausted.

"Better?" I asked, my own enervation showing.

"Dayumm," he responded.

"I take that as a yes then," My voice, hoarse. "Pull out swe.. sweety," I tiredly said. Looking at the clock, it read 6:22pm.

Pulling out, the usual result quickly came to fruition. This time, our combined juices poured out of me. Not having a towel handy, and since there was only a hole in the gusset area of my pantyhose, it all travelled onto our linens, and began to saturate my pantyhose.

Now standing before me, just off to the side Parkers' semi-hard fuckstick was coated with our merged juices. At the right angle, the sunlight coming into our room hastened the shine off his penis. Looking down my stomach, my eyes reached my bush. Sodden with a dandruff-like substance, Parker pointed out the puffiness of my vulva, as well as the minor bruising of my inner thighs.

"I fucked your brains out mom," He suddenly stated, provoking an instant reaction from me.

"Watch your mouth young man!" I spouted. "I'm STILL your mother, Parker. How dare you say something that.. that.. rude. You make me sound like dome sort of harlot!"

Cupping my vagina, I hastily scooched to the edge of the bed. Groaning, from the intense pulasing still vibrant, I waddled to the bathhroom. "I'm not cleaning you off this time, Parker," closing the bathroom door loudly behind me.

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After a hot shower, I was a little more calm. Still upset with Parker, I honestly was beside myself. Hearing his shower end, I was pulling a pair of suntan colored thigh highs over my legs, when he came out of the bathroom. Pausing, he realized what I was doing.

"Mom?" he asked, questioningly. "Ummm," his words unbecoming.

"Just get dressed, Parker," I bluntly said. "I don't want to miss dinner, or the evening festivities."

Looking like his dog just died, Parker suddenly became apologetic. "I'm sorry mom," The words flowing.

"Don't Parker," I loudly said, with a dismissive wave. "What you said earlier, was very very rude. I'd like for us to go downstairs, eat, and enjoy the festivities."

Begrudgingly, my son backed off. Cinching my garter belt clasps to each thigh high, I smoothed out the navy blue skirt I was wearing over my legs. Seeing that his apology was full of remorse, I turned around at the door. Before we opened it to leave, a smile appeared on my face.

"You did eff my brains out, Parker," I playfully said. "Once mama gets food in her belly, I'll be better. Mama has a surprise when we get back later, OK?"

With a nod, Parker opened the door. Before we could step out, Parker noticed a note taped to our door.

"Mom," He exclaimed pointing to it.

Taking it, I opened it. Scanning its' contents, my mouth dropped. The color in my face drained. Watching as the paper hit the floor, Parker picked it up.

"You could have at least hid it better," it began. "The condom at the scavenger hunt was... unnerving. But hearing you getting fucked by your own son? Nasty, Madison. You should be ashamed of yourself. I wouldn't come to the dinner if you have any self-awareness. Never leave personal belongings alone, especially your room key with your exact whereabouts. Go back to America. I hear you all are disgusting freaks as is."

Walking back into our room, we closed the door behind us.

"Oh my goodness," I whimpered, shaking at my core.

PART 7.. coming soon.