The Night at the Hotel with Mom and Grandma

The trip to the village where their grandparents lived was long, and Mariela had been at the wheel since noon. In the car were her son Bruno, twenty years old, her mother Carmen, and her nephew Andrés, who had just turned twenty-one. The patron saint festivities wouldn’t begin until the following day, so when night fell they decided to stop at a roadside motel. Better to rest than to arrive exhausted.

Mariela had a body that still turned heads: generous breasts, firm legs, and hips that no dress could hide. Her mother, Carmen, despite the years, still kept the same striking figure, with a backside even more substantial than her daughter’s. They were two women used to being looked at, even if they pretended not to notice.

At the reception desk, the clerk took his time appearing. When he did, Mariela rested her elbows on the counter.

—Two double rooms, please —she asked.

—I’m sorry, ma’am, the hotel is almost full. I only have singles left.

Mariela looked at her mother. Splitting four people across single beds was not easy.

—Would it bother you to sleep with Grandma tonight? —Carmen asked Andrés—. This place doesn’t give me much confidence to stay alone.

—Not at all, Grandma —the boy replied, shrugging—. No problem.

—All right then —said Mariela—. Andrés with you, Mom, and Bruno stays with me.

The clerk gave them the keys. They went up to the top floor. The rooms were next to each other: twelve and thirteen, with only a wall between them.

—I’ve got twelve —said Mariela—. And you?

—Thirteen. Right next door —answered Carmen.

Each one went in with their room partner, and the door closed behind them.

***

Carmen left the suitcase on the armchair and sat on the edge of the only bed. The heat was sticky. Andrés stepped out onto the balcony while loosening his shirt collar.

—I hope you’re not embarrassed to sleep with me —she said—. I’m an old woman now.

—Please, Grandma. You’re prettier than lots of girls at my college.

Carmen let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

—What things you say. Do you take me for an idiot?

—I’m serious. Even my friends say things about you that, if you heard them, you’d know I’m not lying.

She lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, suffocated by the heat.

—What kind of things?

—I’m not going to tell you. You’re my grandma.

—Do they have to do with my body?

The silence was answer enough.

—Don’t make fun of me —murmured Carmen.

—Quite the opposite. They like you, a lot.

The words hung in the room. Carmen hadn’t had anyone in years. The idea of being desired by a twenty-year-old didn’t strike her as nearly as absurd as it should have.

—Come on, tell me what they say and I won’t bother you anymore.

—Are you sure? They’re strong things.

—I’m no prude. I was young once too, believe it or not. I’ve seen enough to not be shocked.

Andrés looked at her for a moment, unsure.

—They say my grandma has an ass you wouldn’t get down from all day.

Carmen’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand.

—Really? They say that?

—Not just that. They also talk about your breasts.

—Good God, what boys. Why don’t they look at someone their own age?

—Because no one our age has what you have.

—Hey, show some respect, you’re talking to your grandma.

—It slipped out. Sorry.

***

In twelve, Mariela had already put on a lace nightgown and was lying back on the bedspread. Bruno lay down beside her, hands behind his neck.

—Son, I want to ask you something without you getting upset —she said.

—Of course, Mom. Go ahead.

—At the reception I noticed something odd. Your eyes were glued to Grandma. Is there something you want to tell me?

Silence took over the room. Bruno didn’t know how to answer such a direct question.

—Mom, what are you talking about?

—Just answer me. Did you like what you saw?

—I wasn’t looking at her.

—I think you were, but you’re embarrassed to admit it.

—And if I was, what then? —he shot back, a little agitated.

—Don’t get mad. I’m not going to scold you or tell you off. I just want to understand.

—She’s my grandma!

—My mother is still a beautiful woman. It’s natural for a man to notice. You’re a man now, you know how to recognize a beautiful woman when you see one.

—Well, yes —Bruno admitted, lowering his voice—. Grandma still has incredible curves.

—I knew it. You were looking at her.

—All right, I was looking. Happy?

—That’s the most normal thing in the world. With the body my mother has, I doubt your grandson is the only one.

Bruno turned onto his side to look at her better.

—And do you think that’s normal?

—Come on, tell me: what do you like in a woman? —she asked, shifting to face him.

—I don’t know if I should be talking about this with you, Mom.

—Oh, come on. Right now we’re friends, not mother and son.

—I like women with big breasts. And good hips.

—That’s what almost all men like, isn’t it?

—I guess. We like feeling pleasure.

—And does that kind of body give pleasure?

—Being with someone voluptuous isn’t the same as being with someone who isn’t.

—Explain the difference to me.

—The difference is in what one imagines. For example, right now… you…

—Me what? —Mariela asked.

Bruno had his eyes fixed on his mother’s cleavage, spilling out through the lace of the nightgown. Mariela looked down and discovered that half her breast was slipping out of the fabric.

—Oh, sorry, son.

—No, Mom. It’s perfect for the example.

—How can you say that? I’m going to traumatize you.

—Please. You look amazing. What trauma, what nothing?

—You think so?

—What I just saw doesn’t leave trauma. It leaves satisfaction.

She laughed, nervous, not quite managing to pull the fabric back up.

—You’re outrageous. Do you want me to keep explaining or not?

—A little more, Mom. Let it show a little more.

—Don’t forget I’m your mother.

—It’s just so you understand. Don’t be such a prude, you’re with your son.

Mariela slid the strap down, leaving almost all of her breast exposed, the edge of her nipple just barely showing.

I don’t even know why I’m doing this, she thought.

***

In thirteen, Andrés had locked himself in the bathroom and had been in there a good while without coming out. Carmen knocked on the door with her knuckles.

—Son, is everything all right? You’re taking forever.

—I can’t come out, Grandma.

—Why not?

—I’m embarrassed.

—Embarrassed? A little while ago you were telling me your friends like my ass.

—That’s exactly why I can’t come out.

Carmen pressed her forehead to the door and understood.

—Are you… like that?

—I’ve got an erection, Grandma. There, I said it.

—Oh, God. Was that much detail really necessary?

—That’s why I didn’t want to say anything.

—Relax, sweetheart. It’s fine, you can trust me.

—Thanks for understanding.

—You’re welcome. Are you masturbating?

—No!

—Well, maybe you should.

—What do you mean?

—Maybe you should take care of it. It’s good for young men. I’m not shocked, son. Do you think I was never young?

—That’s exactly what I can’t do, Grandma.

—And why not?

—I need a little stimulation.

—Use your phone, honey. Find a woman you like. Which do you prefer, big tits or good hips?

—Good hips.

—Then find yourself one and take care of it.

—That’s not enough. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

—Hold on, give me a second.

***

In twelve, Mariela had noticed the bulge straining her son’s pants. She didn’t look away.

—I see the conversation affected you.

—I’m sorry, Mom. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable.

—You don’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’m flattered.

—Really?

—For a woman my age, it’s very stimulating that a young man notices her. Is that erection because of me?

—Yes, Mom. The truth is you drove me crazy.

—Oh, God. I don’t even know why I’m doing this.

Mariela pulled the nightgown all the way down, leaving her breasts bare.

—What breasts you have, Mom.

—Do you like them?

—A lot. They look incredible.

—I’m showing them to you so you won’t have to wonder. So you don’t have to hear it from anyone else.

—Would it be too much to ask if you let me touch them?

—Do you really want that?

—I’ll never have a woman like you. At least I want to know what they feel like.

—Life is going to punish me for this, but I can’t just leave you like that either. Just look at you.

Bruno leaned in and took them in both hands. They were soft, heavy.

—They’re very soft, Mom.

—Aren’t they? They’re yours. Enjoy them.

—I’ve always wanted to know what a woman’s nipples taste like.

—You’ve never tried any?

—Never. Can I?

—Go ahead, my little one. It shows you want it with all your soul.

Bruno lowered his head and began to suck. Mariela moaned softly as she felt her son’s mouth close over her.

—Do you like what I’m doing to you?

—I love it. Keep going.

***

Carmen knocked again on the bathroom door, this time with something in her hand.

—Son, open up a little. You don’t have to come out.

Andrés cracked the door open. His grandmother slid her hand through the gap. Between her fingers she held a black lace garment.

—Here.

—Grandma, what is this for? Do you want me to hang it up?

—No, silly. It’s for you. You need it.

—Grandma… is it for…?

—Yes. So you can take care of it. Come on, take it.

Andrés took it and closed the door again. Carmen’s voice came muffled through the wood.

—You know how to use it, right?

—Do I put it on my face?

—If you want, but it’s better if you wrap it around. The lace rubs and it feels better.

—Thanks for the tip. I’ll put it to use.

—Know that it’s my favorite. Enjoy it.

***

In twelve, Bruno was still with his mouth pressed to his mother’s breast when he stopped for a second.

—Mom, I have to confess something to you.

—Tell me, darling.

—I stole lingerie from your drawer.

—You did what?

—I’m sorry. I never thought I’d have you like this. I needed to satisfy my curiosity somehow.

Mariela sighed, stroking his hair while he went back to her breast.

—Maybe this is all my fault.

—What do you mean?

—I always had big breasts and never hid them from you. I should have understood you were already a man, that it would awaken something in you. Maybe I did you harm.

He didn’t answer. His tongue traced her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva.

—So the fairest thing is that, if I caused this, I’m the one who should calm it down.

—Really, Mom?

—Tell me what you want to do to your mother.

—I always imagined… between your breasts.

—Done. But not a word of this to anyone. How do I get into position?

***

—How are you doing, my love? —Carmen asked from the other side of the door.

—It feels amazing, Grandma. Thanks.

—I’m glad, but I need you to finish soon.

—Why?

—Because I want to use the bathroom and I can’t hold it anymore.

—I can’t finish, Grandma. It feels good, but I need more.

—Open up, come on.

—How can you say that? I’m embarrassed.

—Son, you’re masturbating with my underwear. And now you’re embarrassed?

—You’re right.

Andrés opened the door slowly. Carmen went in and found him sitting on the edge of the toilet, hands on his lap. When he moved them away, she kept staring.

—Just look at you, honey.

—I’m sorry, Grandma.

—There’s nothing to forgive. You’re young, you need it. And I’m flattered that a boy like you thinks of me.

—Sometimes it gets so hard I can’t calm down.

—Of course not, that way you’ll never be able to sleep. The best thing will be direct stimulation.

—Direct?

—This only happens once in a lifetime, sweetie. Enjoy it, and not a word to your aunt or your cousin.

Carmen pulled down her pajama bottoms, revealing that broad, firm backside. She turned her back and, slowly, sat on him. Andrés held his breath.

—What hips you have, Grandma.

—Do you like how I’m doing it for you? Right now they’re yours.

***

In twelve, Mariela had knelt in front of the bed and Bruno sat on the edge.

—I’m going to slide it between your breasts, okay? —he asked.

—Go ahead, my love.

—Mom, it stings a little.

—And how do we fix that?

—Let a little saliva fall between them.

—Are you sure that’s how it works?

—Absolutely sure.

Mariela let a thread of saliva fall that slid down her cleavage. Then she brought her breasts together with both hands and began to move them slowly, up and down. Bruno closed his eyes.

—Like that, Mom. You learned fast.

—Enjoy yourself, my life. You’re the best son I could have had.

The pace quickened. Mariela squeezed harder, her breasts slipping against him again and again.

—Mom, I’m going to cum.

—Go ahead. You have every right. Cum for your mother.

Bruno tensed, let out a long groan, and finished over Mariela’s chest, which didn’t stop moving until the last drop. They stayed like that, panting, her looking at him with a smile that was not entirely innocent.

***

In thirteen, Carmen had begun moving on top of her grandson, her hips rising and falling with a rhythm that grew firmer and firmer.

—What hips, Grandma.

—Do you like how I do it for you?

—I love it. And you’re still squeezing so much.

Andrés clutched her waist. The heat of the room, the sound of skin, and his grandmother’s rough voice pushed him to the limit.

—Grandma, I can’t hold on anymore.

—Neither can I, son. Take advantage of it, with me you can finish inside without any problem.

He held her tightly and let go. Carmen stayed still, feeling him, then let out a low, satisfied laugh as she caught her breath.

—There, my love. Now you’ll be able to sleep.

On the other side of the wall, in twelve, Mariela heard everything and understood perfectly what was happening. She smiled in the dim light and settled in beside her son. No one would ever speak of that night again, but none of the four would forget it.