An Accident, The Internet, A Hotel

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I could only nod.

I felt him come up behind me and, when my blouse was finally loosened, he helped me take it off, laying it on the counter.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Then I reached back to unclasp my bra, but felt Mark's hands already there.

"I'll get it," he said softly.

I dropped my hands, placing them on the counter in front of me, and tried not to watch his reflection in the mirror, as he removed my bra. He pushed the straps over my shoulders and it fell down my arms. When my breasts came into view, I saw his eyes in the mirror staring at them. I blushed and quickly turned and stepped over to the shower, reaching inside to turn on the water.

Behind me, I could sense more movement, but was too frightened to look. I knew he was probably undressing. I stood there with my arms folded on my chest, waiting for the water to warm, but I couldn't keep standing there with him behind me, so I pulled back the curtain and stepped inside, closing it quickly. The water was still a bit too cool, so I stood there holding my hands under the spray waiting for it to heat up. I looked at the curtain and could see Mark's dark image. I watched as he bent over, apparently pushing down his jeans. Then I saw him step out of them, pulling them off his legs. His hands went to his waist and pushed his underwear down. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard. His murky gray image was moving again, this time toward the shower. I stepped under the shower and held my head up in the water, nervously running my hands over my face.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped, still hiding my face in the water.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"S'ok," I replied.

His hands began to move around to the front of my body and, in a quivering voice, I asked if he could hand me the soap. He released me and turned back to reach down for it on the edge of the tub. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him behind me, completely naked. And when he rose up, I quickly turned back to the water. Instead of handing the bar to me, Mark reached his hands around in front and rolled it between them under the water, building up a heavy lather. Then he placed his soapy hands on my shoulders and began washing my body.

He moved across my shoulders to my neck, and I held my chin down, allowing him greater access. I closed my eyes, and felt his warm hands moving around my back, over my shoulder blades, down further to my waist, and finally to cup my ass in his hands. He started gently kneading my cheeks, and I felt myself begin to relax. And when he slipped a hand deep between my legs, pulling his fingers up between my cheeks, I sighed and pushed back against him. I was going to let him do whatever he liked.

He lathered up his hands again and this time reached around to the front of my body. I lifted my elbows, allowing his hands unimpeded access. I turned my eyes downward and watched as he gently manipulated my breasts, massaging them and carefully teasing the nipples. God, it felt heavenly. After a few moments of that, he let one hand slowly drift down my body. I laid my head back against him, knowing full well his next destination. And when his fingers curled around my vagina, my mouth opened and I sighed loudly.

"This ok?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded happily, as his fingers gently slipped through my folds.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"...wonderful..." I sighed.

I brought one of my hands up to his on my breast and placed the other atop his between my legs. Together we manipulated my body in unison. Mark stepped closer and I felt something hard pushing against my ass. My heart fluttered. It was his cock. With his hand still between my legs, I used mine to carefully guide one of his fingers into me. When he knew what I wanted, he took over and slipped the long digit into my body. I groaned, grinding my hips down upon our hands. Then I felt him kissing my neck. I opened my eyes and carefully turned around in his arms. When our eyes met, I smiled and could feel my face turning red from embarrassment. Not only was I showering with my son, but I was also allowing him to touch my body in such a sexually explicit manner, and now he was kissing me. I didn't want that. I didn't want us to be that intimate. I suppose in my mind, kissing was going too far. It would make us lovers and I didn't want to be that way with him.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to my face. But before he could get the wrong idea, I craned my head around to his ear and whispered.

"No kissing, ok?"

Mark pulled back and smiled.

"Ok," he replied.

I wiped the water from my face and patted my hands against his chest.

"Your turn," I said and stepped to the side, allowing him under the spray.

As our bodies slipped past each other, his erection grazed my hip. He stood under the water with his back to me, doing as I had, running his hands over his face and head, soaking his dark black hair. I stepped back a bit and looked at his body. God, it was nice. He was really chiseled quite well, not wholly unlike his dad. I loved big beefy men like them. Mark, like his dad, was so much larger than me, and I adored how a body that size could dwarf my own, when making love.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and began running them over his body. I mimicked his previous movements on my body, letting my hands gently explore his. Over and around his strong back, down to his hips and over his buttocks, and finally up and around to his powerful chest. Mark had a magnificent body. His pecs were hard and his arms large and strong. I stepped up closer behind him and pushed the small patch of pubic hair on my groin against his ass, gently rubbing up and down, making sure he could feel it. His hands dropped from his head and reached down for my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers dug into the muscles of his chest and I was so tempted to kiss and bite his back. Instead, I let my hands leave his chest and slowly make their way down. When they reached his groin, I brought them together and found his amazingly hard cock sticking straight out from his body. We both groaned, as one hand gripped the length of his cock and the other cupped his heavy testicles, cinched up into a tight ball. I worked my hand up and down his full length. In the forefront of my mind, I wanted to feel his powerful tool in my body; in my mouth. I wanted to orally pleasure him, as I did his dad. I loved oral sex and was equally passionate about having such a wonderful cock erupt in my mouth. But then my mind wanted more. It wanted to feel this source of sexual pleasure elsewhere... between my legs. My fingers squeezed the head of his cock, and Mark moaned. That brought me back to my senses, and I realized we couldn't have intercourse. I simply couldn't do that with him. Not with my own son. It was bad enough, what we were doing in my hotel room together, but to allow him to fuck me? No. That would be going too far into the abyss.

I released his body and he slowly turned to face me. I grinned up at him and he smiled back in reply. Then my hands blindly reached out for his wonderfully erect cock. He closed his eyes and began slowly thrusting it through my fingers. I looked down and had my first look at it. My heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful. Long and hard with pulsing veins and an angry, engorged purple head. I wrapped both hands around him and began tugging. Mark sighed and placed his hands on my breasts. As he squeezed and pulled on them, I did likewise to his cock.

"God, I'm gonna cum, if you keep doing that," he moaned.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, almost pleadingly. I giggled nervously and stopped the movement of my hands.

"You like that?" I asked.

His eyebrows rose and he nodded.

"God, yeah."

"Better hurry up," I said, releasing him. "Water's gonna get cold."

And very soon it did.

Outside the shower, we both dried off. I finished before Mark and wrapped my towel around my torso, leaning back against the bathroom counter. I watched as he brought his towel to his head and rubbed his hair vigorously. My eyes drifted down to his cock. It was still long and hard, curving far out from his body. He was standing not two feet in front of me, and I reached out and took him in my hand. He paused briefly from drying his hair, as I stood there stroking him. Then he brought the towel down and dropped it to the floor, stepping closer to me. I kept my eyes on his cock, as he reached for my towel and pulled it from my body. When it was on the floor, his hand went between my legs and I spread my knees. He slipped a finger deep into me and I grit my teeth, clenched my fingers hard around the throbbing cock in my hand. Mark took another step closer. Another finger entered my body and he began twisting them around inside me. I grunted and felt a warm tingling sensation building between my legs. When his breathing came harder, I knew it was time to stop. I stood up and, guiding him by his cock, brought him out to the bed.

We stood by the side of the bed momentarily and placed our hands on each other's chests, running them all around. My knees began shaking and I could sense the same nervousness in him. I turned and climbed onto the bed. Mark came up behind me, as I began to crawl on all fours to the opposite side, and then I felt his hands on my hips, stopping me and pulling me back to him. I looked over my shoulder and he smiled. Slowly I scooted back and watched as he ran his hand between my legs and over my soaking vagina. I closed my eyes and purred, lowering my head and chest to the mattress, allowing my ass to stick straight up for him. His fingers continued to manipulate me and soon I felt them enter my body. With my eyes still closed, my mouth opened and I sighed. Another finger followed the first, and Mark started swirling them around inside me, taking up a rhythmic in and out motion. I rocked my body onto his hand, fucking it gently, as my mind entered a hazy fog.

Cooing softly, I felt him withdraw his fingers. "... more..." I whispered. I felt him moving through my folds, and when he found my clit, a spark shot up my spine.

"...awww, yeah..." I whimpered softly.

Then I felt him enter me once more and soon I was rocking back against him.

"...god, that feels so good..." I whispered hoarsely.

That's when I noticed something very different. Something had changed. I could feel both of his hands on my hips, but something was still inside me moving around, in and out. I quickly lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. Mark was kneeling behind me on the bed, his eyes closed and a wide grin on his face, as his hands gripped my hips. His cock was in me. My entire body began shaking violently. He must have sensed this and began thrusting into me harder, the sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together filling the quiet room.

I watched in horror, as my son and I had intercourse.

"Oh shit!" I hissed.

Mark heard me and held his cock deep inside me, grinding his hips against my ass. Then he tossed his head back and his jaw dropped. He started pounding harder. I quickly turned away, my eyes open wide with shock, and made little more than a half-hearted attempt to crawl across the bed. But Mark's hold on me was strong. I could feel my breasts swinging on my chest. I gasped. "Oh my God," I thought. "He's fucking me! We're actually fucking! It wasn't supposed to go this far!" Just then, Mark's hands went to my shoulders and he groaned loudly, as he pounded against me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed.

A sudden whirlwind of emotions swept over me. While one hand clenched the sheets tightly, the other flew between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit. I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark's cries of passion. My body started convulsing, and then I felt it. He suddenly stopped thrusting, holding his cock deep in my body, and I felt a tremor along his length. He cried out, and a hot spurt shot far inside my vagina, followed up quickly by another and another. I gasped, as he ejaculated into my womb. But as much as a part of my mind reeled against this, my body had a will of its own and pushed back onto him, desperately trying to impale itself onto his throbbing cock. Several more strong spurts entered me. We were both crying out loudly now.

"God!" I gasped. "Fuck me!"

I whipped my head around and looked at my son, clenching his teeth as he filled me with his hot seed.

"Fuck me!" I cried again. "Cum inside me!"

Mark growled and pulled hard on my hips. I could still feel the tip of his cock pulsing. And then, just as quickly, it stopped. He released me and slumped back, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. He was breathing hard, as I dropped my head to the mattress, shaking it from side to side.

"...oh fuck..." I sighed.

Mark rolled over and lay on the bed. As I continued to kneel there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath, I felt his hand on my arm. I slowly turned my face to him.

"You ok?" he whispered, still breathing hard.

I closed my eyes and turned away, nodding. He rubbed his fingers up and down my arm, trying to comfort me.

God, it wasn't supposed to have gone this far. I figured at most, all we'd do is lay in bed and masturbate, maybe helping the other. At the very most, I had toyed with the idea of giving him a blowjob. But now this? This hadn't even been a remote possibility, in my mind. It wasn't what I wanted. But the truth is, as I lay there on a bed in a dark hotel room with my son, my body felt amazingly good. I rose up and crawled over, lying down next to him and staring at the ceiling. We were both silent for a long time, long after our breathing had calmed down. Mark rolled onto his side to face me. He placed his hand on my arm, and I slowly turned my head to look at him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," I whispered in the dark.

I could barely make out the smile on his face.

"How was it?" he asked.

I turned my eyes back to the ceiling. "Nice," I replied.

His hand moved to my chest and I felt him rolling my nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and asked if we could go to sleep.

"Sure," he said, and then sat up, pulling the blankets over us.

Several hours later, I awoke in the middle of the night. I looked over at Mark, sleeping soundly next to me, and crawled out of bed, walking quietly to the bathroom. I turned on the light and quickly brought a hand up to shade my eyes. I looked around on the floor at our clothes and towels lying in a crumpled heap all over. I gingerly stepped over them and to the toilet and sat down. Then I felt something sliding out from between my legs. I parted my knees and looked down. A white glob dropped down into the water. I spread my legs further, craning my neck to get a better view between them. Using my fingers to spread myself open, I felt another white glob drip onto them. It was Mark's semen.

"You alright?"

Startled, I slammed my knees together and looked up at the door. Mark was standing there, holding a hand over his eyes. I nodded quickly.

"Comin' back to bed?" he asked.

I nodded again. "Yeah," I whispered.

He backed away from the door, getting out of the bright light of the bathroom, and dropped his hand. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then I said I'd be there in a moment. Mark turned and walked back to the bed. I parted my knees again and looked down into the water. More of his cum had dripped out and into the water. I stood up and flushed the toilet, and then walked to the door and turned off the light.

When I came out into the dark room, Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed. As I went to walk to my side, he reached out for my hand and gently brought me to him. Reluctantly, I followed his lead. He parted his knees and brought me to stand between them, running his hands up my arms. We were both completely nude. His hands moved up to my shoulders, and then down to my breasts. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. Instead, I simply let him do as he wished. And when his fingers began massaging my breasts, I watched as his cock slowly rose between his legs.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and carefully pushed him back. Mark leaned back on the bed on his elbows and looked up at me quizzically.

"Move back," I whispered.

Mark complied and scooted his body up the bed. Then I climbed atop him, straddling his legs until my vagina was hovering above his erect cock. I reached down and gripped it, holding it straight up, and lowered myself until the head was rubbing against my clit. Mark moaned and I asked if he wanted to fuck some more.

"...yeah..." he replied.

I angled his cock back and gently lowered myself onto him. We both moaned softly, and Mark closed his eyes, as he entered me. While I rocked up and down on him, I kept my eyes on his face, noting the subtle twitching, as the tip of his sensitive cock was stimulated inside my body, the body that gave birth to him. I put my hands on his chest and started grinding my hips down on him hard.

"...ohhhh God...." he whispered.

A slight smile crept across my lips.

"Gonna cum soon?" I whispered.

Mark nodded slowly.

I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts. His fingers clenched them hard, every time I contracted my vaginal walls around his cock.

"Ohhhh, fuck that's good!" he said, arching his back and thrusting his hips upward.

I placed my hands atop his on my breasts and began rocking back and forth.

"Cum inside me," I whispered.

"...oh, fuck yeah..."

I closed my eyes, reveling in the intense sensations. "Cum inside me," I whispered. "Do it, baby... fill me again..."

A low moaned emanated from his lips, building to a loud growl.

"Aw, that's it, sexy boy," I moaned. "Gimme your cum."

My body began undulating and Mark's hands squeezed my breasts tightly. I cried out, and then felt his cock erupt inside me. I began bouncing up and down quickly, my head held back far and quietly screaming, as we mated.

"Aw fuck!" he cried out, violently thrusting his cock up into me, driving his semen deeper.

As our mutual orgasms subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, our faces side-by-side. We were both panting hard. Mark wrapped his arms around me and started licking my ear. I sighed happily and did the same to his. And very soon, we were running our tongues all over each other's face, moaning and giggling, his cock still hard and still buried deep inside me. Our lips met and I briefly parted mine, our tongues gently poking together, as we laughed.

"You're still hard," I giggled.

Mark thrust his hips upward and I groaned.

"Want me to suck you off?" I asked, letting my tongue trace around his warm lips.

"Mm hmm..." he replied.

Just before I sat up, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and locked my lips to his, kissing him deeply. We both moaned into each other's mouth, but before it could continue any further, I pushed away. I sat atop his cock and bounced a few times on it, grinning down at him. He smiled, and then I reluctantly got off him and sat to the side, scooting further down his body until my head was next to his hips. I took his cock in my hand and leaned over, letting my tongue slide up the underside. And when my lips reached the head, I opened my mouth wide and took it inside. Mark placed his hands on either side of my head, bobbing it up and down on him. It took a long time before he rewarded my oral efforts, but that was fine by me. I loved oral sex and the taste of a hot cock in my mouth.

For the remainder of the night, we fucked and sucked, pleasuring each other in innumerable ways. It was definitely the best sex either of us ever had. We didn't go to sleep until the first rays of morning light began shining through the closed curtains.