Spanish Nights: A Mix-Up to Remember Hotel Room with Mom

The sun in Spain was something else, bright and full of life, just like the streets around us. I watched Mom getting ready, fixing her hair and smiling at herself in the mirror. She looked happy, ready for another day of adventure in her favourite red dress. Also, a good pair of tits which she always showed her cleavage.

Dad knocked on the door, a bit impatient as always. “Sue, you set?” he called out.

“Just a sec!” Mom replied. I was leaning against the doorway, kind of excited for the day but also just enjoying watching them. Mom and Dad, they’re like two sides of the same coin, always together but sometimes so different.

We spent the day exploring, and it was awesome. I was having a blast, chatting with the local girls, their laughter mixing with the lively sounds of the streets. Mom would just smile and shake her head, saying, “My sweet boy, hormones raging huh.” I guess I do like the attention, not just here but back home too. I couldn’t help it I had a very high sex drive and loved girls so much. Back home I don’t have a girlfriend, doesn’t mean I don’t get pussy. Just last week I made out with some chick in the nightclub bathroom fucking her over the toilet.

But as the evening came, things changed a bit. We were sitting at this nice cafĂ©, and Dad, well, he kind of got caught looking at another woman. Mom tried to laugh it off, saying, “She’s quite a sight, huh?”

Dad didn’t laugh. “Why would you say that, Sue?” he asked. He looked kind of upset.

“For fuck sake, It was just a joke,” Mom said, but her voice didn’t sound sure.

Then they started arguing, and it wasn’t fun anymore. Dad’s words were sharp, and Mom’s face had this sad look. I just stayed quiet, wishing they’d stop. The nice evening felt different now, kind of heavy.

Suddenly, Mom stood up. “I need some air,” she said firmly. “And don’t wait up.” She looked serious like she really needed to be alone.

The night passed slowly. I stayed in my room, thinking about the day, the good parts, and the not-so-good parts. It was late when I heard the door open. I was half-asleep but could tell someone was there. I heard her getting changed and she got into my bed.

I pretended to be asleep still puzzled. She was just in her bra and panties I good feel her tits press against me as she snuggled up to me. I then heard Mom’s voice, all soft and kind of slurry. “I’m a sor… sorry about tonight, honey. I don’t like fighting, let me make it up to you baby,” she said.

It was weird. Her words were jumbled, and she sounded different. Mom was too out of it to notice. I realized she thought she was talking to Dad, not me. I didn’t know what to do, just lay there, hoping she’d figure it out soon but she didn’t.

I froze, not knowing what to do. She put her hand in my boxers and started stroking my cock, and I couldn’t believe it. My own mom touched me like that, but she does think that I am my dad. Should I go along with it? It felt so good, but it was so wrong, fuck it let’s see how far she goes. I didn’t want to do this, but her touch was so intoxicating. Her hand was soft and warm, and she knew exactly how to make me feel good.

“Oh darling… you… you feel much bigger tonight,” she said while pumping her hand up and down my cock.

I couldn’t help but get hard under her touch. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my chest as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m so horny, darling. Let me take care of you.”

My mind was racing, but my body was responding. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen, but I couldn’t resist her. Mom’s hand moved faster, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Her touch was so skilled, and I couldn’t help but moan as she stroked me. She whispered dirty things in my ear, things she had never said before, and it only turned me on more.

“Mmmm you like that baby, let me put it in my pussy,” she whispered and just her saying that got me all excited and made my cock twitch in her hand.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed over with alcohol, and I knew she wanted more. She started to take off her bra, revealing her large, full breasts. I couldn’t help but stare at them, my cock throbbing with want.

“I need you inside me, darling,” she said, climbing on top of me. She didn’t even bother to take off her panties, just pulled them to the side and lowered herself onto my cock.

I couldn’t believe what was happening as she rode me, moaning and calling out my dad’s name. I felt so conflicted, but the pleasure was too much to resist. My hands found her hips, guiding her movements as she moved up and down on my cock.

The feeling of her wet pussy around me was indescribable. As we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My mom was moaning and grunting, lost in her own pleasure as she rode me.

I started thrusting into her harder and faster, and she was screaming in pleasure. Her tits bounced as she rode my cock fast and I held her hips tight guiding her up and down my cock.

“Oh fucking hell, mmmm, your cock feels so good,” she rode my dick so good, this was the best sex I have ever had.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was having sex with my own mother. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. As I felt myself on the brink of orgasm, my mom leaned down and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she rode me harder and faster. I couldn’t hold back anymore and with a loud moan, I came inside her, filling her with my cum.

She rode out my orgasm until I fully emptied my load up her twat, her own body shaking with pleasure. We collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily. It was only then that I realized the gravity of what had just happened. I had just had sex with my own mother, and she had no idea that it was me, her flesh and blood.

I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my mom stirring in bed next to me. I opened my eyes slowly, still in a daze from the night before. And then it hit me. I was naked in bed with my mom, and she was naked too. I couldn’t believe what we had done. My mom woke up and looked at me, her eyes wide with shock.

“Oh, my, my goodness, Alex,” she said as she covered herself with the bedding. “What… what have we done?” I lay there silent, unsure of how to respond. My mom immediately got out of bed, gathered her clothing, and swiftly left the room.

The following few days were stressful and uncomfortable. For the remainder of the holiday, my mom avoided me, and my dad sensed that something wasn’t right between us. I was unable to face him and acknowledge the truth of what took place. I felt repulsed and embarrassed by myself. But deep down I couldn’t forget how good it felt.

Eventually, my mom and I had a talk when was back home. She came into my room when Dad was at work.

“Alex, I… oh god I had no idea what I was doing that night. It is still a blur,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “I remember doing you know, but I thought it was your dad. Why the fuck didn’t you stop me?” She looked really upset and angry with me and herself.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell her the truth, that I had enjoyed it. She wouldn’t understand. So I just said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know what to do.” “You should have stopped me,” she said, her voice shaking. “You should have told me it was you. I thought you were your dad. I feel so ashamed.”

I just didn’t know what to say to her. I wanted to tell her that she had turned me on and it was hard to resist, but she was so angry that I didn’t stop her and tell her it was me. She thought I took advantage of the situation, and she was right. I did.

We never spoke about that night again, but I couldn’t help but think about it. It was an intense sexual experience, and it was with my own mom. It was intense, and I knew I would never forget it. But I also knew it was wrong, and I promised myself to never let it happen again. But I would often masturbate thinking about that night.


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