The Night at the Hotel with Mom and Grandma

The trip to the village where their grandparents lived was a long one, and Mariela had been at the wheel since noon. In the car were her twenty-year-old son Bruno, her mother Carmen, and her nephew Andrés, who had just turned twenty-one. The patron saint festivities didn’t start until the next day, so when night fell they decided to stop at a roadside motel. Better to rest than 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 an ass even fuller 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 a while to appear. 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 wasn’t easy.

—Would you mind sleeping with Grandma tonight? —Carmen asked Andrés—. The 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 handed them the keys. They went up to the top floor. The rooms were next door to each other: twelve and thirteen, separated by one wall.

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

—Thirteen. Right next door —Carmen replied.

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

***

Carmen left the suitcase on the couch 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 a lot of girls in my faculty.

Carmen let out a short, unbelieving laugh.

—Look at the things you say. Do you think I’m stupid?

—I’m serious. Even my classmates 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, suffocating in the heat.

—What kind of things?

—I’m not telling 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 seem 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 pretty filthy things.

—I’m no prude. I was young too, believe it or not. Nothing shocks me anymore.

Andrés looked at her for a moment, uncertain.

—They say my grandma has an ass so good you wouldn’t get off it all day. That they’d fuck her for hours until they left her full of cum.

Carmen opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth with a hand.

—Really? That’s what they say?

—That’s not all. They talk about your tits too. They want to suck them until they’re tired.

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

—Because no girl our age has what you have.

—Hey, show some respect. You’re talking to your grandmother.

—It slipped out. Sorry.

***

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

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

—Of course, Mom. Go on.

—At 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, how could you even think that?

—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 angry. I’m not going to scold you or say anything. 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 can tell when a woman is beautiful.

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

—I knew it. You were looking at her.

—Fine, I was looking. Happy?

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

Bruno turned on his side to see her better.

—And you think that’s normal?

—Tell me: what do you like in a woman? —she asked, settling herself to face him.

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

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

—I like big tits. And a good ass.

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

—I guess. We like pleasure.

—And does that kind of body give pleasure?

—It’s not the same fucking someone voluptuous as fucking someone who isn’t.

—Explain the difference to me.

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

—Me what? —Mariela asked.

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

—Oh, sorry, son.

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

—How could you say that? You’re going to traumatize me.

—Please. You look amazing. What trauma?

—You really think so?

—What I just saw doesn’t cause trauma. It gives you a hard dick, Mom.

She laughed, nervous, without quite pulling the fabric back up.

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

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

—Don’t forget that I’m your mother.

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

Mariela slid the strap down, leaving almost the entire breast exposed, the dark, thick nipple barely peeking out from the edge of the lace.

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

***

In room thirteen, Andrés had locked himself in the bathroom and had been in there for quite a while. Carmen knocked on the door with her knuckles.

—Son, is everything all right? You’re taking a long time.

—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 rested her forehead against the door and understood.

—Are you… like that?

—I’ve got a hard-on, Grandma. My dick’s rock hard. There, I said it.

—Oh, God. Was all that detail necessary?

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

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

—Thanks for understanding.

—You’re welcome. Are you jerking off?

—No!

—Well, maybe you should.

—What do you mean?

—That maybe you should jack off and come. Young men need it. 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 stimulation.

—Use your phone, sweetheart. Find some filthy stuff. Which do you prefer, big tits or a big ass?

—Big ass.

—Then find yourself one and have a nice wank.

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

—Hold on, give me a second.

***

In room twelve, Mariela had noticed the bulge straining her son’s pants. She didn’t look away. The dick pressed against the cotton of his trousers, thick, throbbing on its own.

—I see the conversation affected you.

—Sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

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

—Really?

—For a woman my age, it’s very arousing to have a young man get hard for me. Is that erection because of me?

—Yes, Mom. Honestly, you’ve got me crazy. I got this hard just from seeing your tits.

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

Mariela pulled the nightgown all the way down, exposing her breasts, heavy, hanging just under their own weight, the dark, awake nipples pointing at the ceiling.

—What tits you have, Mom. Fuck.

—Do you like them?

—A lot. They’re amazing. I want to cum all over them.

—I’m showing them to you so you won’t be left wondering. So you won’t have to hear it from anyone else.

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

—Does that really excite you?

—I’m never going to 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 leave you like that either. Just look at you.

Bruno moved closer and took them in both hands. They were soft, heavy, the flesh spilling between his fingers no matter how hard he squeezed. The nipples hardened against his palms, thick as ripe raspberries. Mariela let out a gasp when her son pinched them and rolled them between his fingers, tugging at them with the clumsiness of someone who had never touched breasts like those.

—They’re so soft, Mom.

—Right? They’re yours. Enjoy them. Suck on them if you want.

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

—You’ve never tasted any?

—Never. Can I?

—Go on, my little one. It’s obvious you want it with all your soul.

Bruno bent his head and took the whole nipple into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, without restraint, his tongue circling the hard button, his teeth barely grazing it. Mariela moaned softly at the feel of her son’s mouth closing over her, and arched her back to press more flesh into him. The boy moved to the other breast, sucked it just as hard, leaving the skin shining with saliva. He bit the nipple carefully and Mariela clenched her thighs: the dampness between her legs had betrayed her long ago.

—Do you like what I’m doing to you?

—I love it. Keep going, suck my tits like you’re a baby. God, you’re so hot.

Bruno grabbed both tits at once, pushed them together and jumped from one nipple to the other, sucking them alternately, biting them, smearing them with saliva. Mariela ran a hand over his nape and pressed him against her chest.

—Like that, my love. Nurse at your mother’s breast. Suck as much as you want.

***

Carmen came back to knock 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 slipped her hand through the gap. Between her fingers she held a black lace thong.

—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 have a nice wank. Come on, take it. It’s still warm.

Andrés took it and shut 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 your cock. The lace rubs and feels better.

—Thanks for the tip. I’ll put it into practice.

—Just so you know, it’s my favorite one. I wore it two days ago. Smell it well and enjoy it.

Andrés sat on the toilet and pressed the thong to his face. It smelled like old soap and something else, something intimate, the warm trace of a woman’s sex. His dick tightened as if he’d been struck with a whip. He wrapped the lace slowly around the head, the fabric scraping the tip, and started pumping with a closed fist. Each stroke tore a gasp from him. He imagined his grandmother putting that thong on, pulling it up over those thick thighs, adjusting it over that huge ass that shook as she walked.

***

In room twelve, Bruno was still with his mouth pressed to his mother’s breast when he stopped for a second. He pulled away with shining lips and the nipple came free from his mouth with a wet pop.

—Mom, I have to confess something.

—Tell me, darling.

—I stole your underwear from the drawer. Used panties. The ones you leave in the hamper.

—You did what?

—I’m sorry. I used them to jerk off. I put them in my mouth while I was shaking my dick. I never thought I’d ever get to have you like this. I needed to calm my curiosity somehow.

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

—Maybe all this is my fault.

—What do you mean?

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

He didn’t answer. His tongue ran over her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva, tugging at them between his teeth until she moaned.

—So the fairest thing is that if I caused this, I should be the one to calm it down. I’m going to empty your balls for you, my love. No one but your mother.

—Really, Mom?

—Tell me what you want to do to your mother. Don’t be shy. Say it dirty.

—I always imagined fucking your tits. Putting it between them and cumming on your face.

—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 stroking it really hard.

—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. I need something real.

—Open up, come on.

—How could I? I’m embarrassed.

—Son, you’re jerking off with my panties. And now you’re embarrassed?

—You’re right.

Andrés opened slowly. Carmen went in and found him sitting on the edge of the toilet, hands on his lap, the thong hanging between his fingers. When he moved them away, she kept staring. Her grandson’s dick was thick, dark, pointing at the ceiling, the swollen tip wet with the fluid leaking from him.

—Just look at you, sweetheart. Look at that huge cock.

—I’m sorry, Grandma.

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

—Sometimes it gets so hard I can’t come on my own.

—Of course not, that’s why you’ll never be able to sleep like that. The best thing will be direct stimulation. You need pussy, son. You need a good tight ass.

—Directly?

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

Carmen slowly pulled down her pajamas, sliding them over those thick thighs, and stood naked from the waist down, exposing that broad, firm ass, the two heavy cheeks parting only slightly as she bent. The hair of her sex was barely visible, trimmed, dark, and the flesh of her mound split into two thick lips already shining with moisture. She turned around and, slowly, sat on him, trapping her grandson’s cock between her cheeks. Andrés held his breath as all that hot flesh swallowed his dick.

—What an ass you have, Grandma. Fuck, it’s huge.

—Do you like it? It’s yours right now.

Carmen started moving. She didn’t have it inside her pussy yet; she was only rubbing the slit of her ass against her grandson’s dick, pressing it between her cheeks, letting the head brush her entrance. Andrés grabbed her waist with both hands, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh. He touched her ass, spread it, squeezed it, unable to believe he had all that in his hands.

—Put it in me already, son. Put it in my cunt and fuck me like you deserve.

Andrés took hold of his cock and guided it. The head slid in easily between his grandmother’s soaked lips, and the rest entered with one thrust. Carmen let out a deep gasp, almost a purr, and began bouncing on him. Her huge ass slapped against the boy’s thighs with a wet sound, slap, slap, slap, the flesh trembling with every descent. Andrés watched, dazed, as those two cheeks opened and closed over his cock, swallowing it whole each time.

—Like that, son, that’s how you fuck your grandma. Break my cunt. Empty yourself inside me.

***

In room twelve, Mariela had knelt in front of the bed and Bruno sat on the edge. She yanked his pants and boxers down in one pull. The boy’s cock sprang free, hard, red, the tip wet. Mariela opened her eyes wide and smiled slowly, as if sizing up a horse before buying it.

—Look what my son had hidden away. Come on, let Mom give it a kiss first.

She bent down and ran her tongue over his entire dick, from base to tip. Then she took the head into her mouth and started sucking it calmly, circling her tongue around the crown, sucking the tip with tight lips. Bruno moaned and grabbed her hair with both hands.

—Mom, I can’t believe it. You’re really sucking my dick.

Mariela pulled it out of her mouth with a wet pop and blew slowly over the tip.

—First you have to get it really wet, my love. So it slides nicely between the tits.

She took it back into her mouth all the way, deeper this time, and choked back a gag when the head touched her throat. She stuck her tongue out under his cock and licked it while it was inside her, eyes watering and mascara smudged, looking up at him like a whore. Then she pulled away, panting, a string of saliva hanging from her chin to the head.

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

—Go ahead, my love. Fuck my tits.

Bruno placed his dick in her cleavage and started thrusting. She squeezed her tits around it.

—Mom, it’s chafing 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 stuck out her tongue and let a thick string of saliva drip down the cleavage to the base of her stomach. Then she pressed her tits together with both hands and started moving them slowly, up and down, wrapping her son’s dick in a channel of slippery flesh. The tip peeked out between her breasts with each thrust, and Mariela lowered her head to lick it each time it appeared. Bruno closed his eyes and threw his head back.

—Like that, Mom. You learned fast. God, that feels incredible.

—Enjoy it, my love. You’re the best son I could have had. Fuck my tits, son, go hard.

The rhythm picked up. Mariela squeezed tighter, her breasts sliding over and over against the saliva-wet cock. Bruno began thrusting into her cleavage, moving his hips, fucking her tits as if they were a pussy. Each push made the flesh jump. His mother stuck out her tongue and licked the tip when it passed, barely sucking it, panting between the pressed-together breasts.

—Suck it, Mom, suck the tip.

Mariela obeyed. Every time the head appeared, she caught it with her lips and kissed it, licked it, left it shining. Bruno felt his balls tightening.

—Mom, I’m about to cum.

—Go ahead. You have every right. Cum for your mother. Cum on my tits, on my face, wherever you want.

—Where do you want me to put it?

—All over, my love. Let it drip all over me.

Bruno tensed, let out a long groan, and started cumming. The first jet splashed Mariela’s face, crossing her cheek and open mouth. The second fell onto her tits, white and thick, sliding between them. The third, the fourth, the fifth, all over her chest, over her neck, a pool of warm semen that his mother kept spreading with his cock, never stopping moving her breasts until the last drop. They stayed like that, panting, she looking at him with a smile that was not entirely innocent, semen dripping down her cleavage, her tongue out licking a drop from the corner of her mouth.

—It comes out so nicely, son. It’s warm.

***

In room thirteen, Carmen had started moving on top of her grandson, her hips rising and falling with a steadier rhythm. They had moved to the bed. She was on all fours on the mattress and Andrés was pounding her from behind, holding onto those wide hips. Each slap made his grandmother let out a hoarse cry.

—What an ass, Grandma. What a huge ass you have.

—Do you like how I do it to you? Break your grandma’s cunt, baby.

—I love it. And you’re still so tight. You’re nice and tight inside.

—It’s been years since anyone’s put it in me. Put it in all the way, my love. The whole cock inside.

Andrés clung to her waist and sped up. He grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back. Carmen let out a guttural moan and started pushing her ass back, meeting each thrust. The sound of butt cheeks slapping against the grandson’s hips filled the room. The boy ran a hand down her side and caught one breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple. His grandmother hung off the bed like a bitch in heat.

—Touch my ass, son. Open it. Look at how you’re fucking me.

Andrés spread her cheeks with both hands. He saw his own cock going in and out of his grandmother’s cunt, shining, covered in wetness, the pink flesh opening as it passed. A gasp escaped him.

—Fuck, Grandma, everything’s showing.

—Then look, sweetheart. Look at how a real woman gets fucked.

She suddenly turned around, pulled away from him, and laid him on his back. She rode him again, now facing him, letting all her weight drop onto him. Her tits hung in front of his face. Andrés stretched his neck and took one into his mouth. Carmen started riding him, hips moving in circles, crushing his balls against her own ass. The heat of the room, the sound of skin slapping skin, his grandmother’s rough voice and the smell of sex that had taken over the air pushed him to the brink.

—Grandma, I can’t take it anymore.

—Me neither, son. Take advantage of it, because with me you can cum inside without any problem. Fill my cunt, my love. Fill me up.

—Are you sure?

—Absolutely sure. Shoot all your milk inside your grandma.

He gripped her hips hard and drove his fingers into the flesh as she let herself fall one last time, taking him in completely. Andrés let out a roar and let go. He felt himself spilling into her in spurts, wave after wave, his cock throbbing against the hot walls of his grandmother’s cunt. Carmen stayed still, feeling it, clenching the muscles inside to milk him to the last drop. Then she gave a low, satisfied laugh as she caught her breath. She stood slowly and her grandson’s semen began to trickle down her thigh.

—There we go, my love. Now you’ll be able to sleep. Look at what you did to my cunt, dripping wet.

On the other side of the wall, in room twelve, Mariela heard everything, every moan, every hit of the bed against the partition, and understood perfectly what was happening. She ran her fingers over her chest, collecting some of her son’s semen, and brought them to her mouth. She smiled in the dim light and settled in beside Bruno, resting her cheek on his shoulder. No one would ever speak of that night, but none of the four would ever forget it.