Career Mothers -- Hotel Secrets

Returning to the conference area is different. Her form-fitting dress has no panties underneath. Would anyone notice the difference around her hips? She could feel air flowing between her legs with each step. All she can think about is sex.

She checks her phone minutes before her presentation. There's an email from Nicole titled, 'Sun for my son.' and she does everything in her power to avoid reading it. Her presentation starts soon. People take their seats and the host gives background on Preena and introduces her.

For the next 30 minutes, she takes the stage and discusses how the upcoming redistricting plans will impact the AAPI community. Her presentation is fact-based, focused heavily on research, and every word is rehearsed to make sure it fits within the allotted time.

But her pussy is wet. Dripping, almost. And she's not wearing panties. As she speaks, there's a lingering fear in the back of her mind that she'll drip on the carpet. It sounds ludicrous, but certain people in the world know how truly wet Preena can become under the right circumstances.

The speech ends and Preena fields questions from the audience. Three in total. Policy questions. When it's done, she takes a seat and the host introduces the next speaker.

Preena sits down, and as a featured speaker, she has prime seating with reasonable space and her back is against the wall. She checks her phone, trying to be casual about her actions. In this day and age, using electronics while someone is giving a presentation is normal. All she has to do is pretend she's typing notes.

No, this can't wait. This has to be known as soon as possible. Real incest? The information is like food, best served hot. Waiting will make the food turn cold. Less appetizing. Less likely to satiate her carnal needs.

She opens the email on her phone:

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Dear Preena,

I hope you're doing well. I'm wondering where you're reading this message. In your hotel? Conference hall? At a cafe somewhere? I suspect it's someplace public, because let's face it, you're impatient. Bad bitch, wherever you decide.

This past week, I took your words to heart, and you're right. Fucking my son would be the ultimate life experience, one that I've been looking for, but could never find. At first I thought it was insane, but the more I engaged these thoughts, the more my body responded. My brain thinks it's crazy. But my heart wants what it wants. My pussy has decided.

Saturday I went topless in my backyard pool. I knew my son was home and that it was likely that he'd see me. I told myself that if Andrew escalated the situation, then I would take things further. Something like a sign from the universe, like you mentioned.

As I laid topless on a lounge chair, with my big sunglasses on, I noticed him looking. I was positioned so that I could see our house. He watched by the window. Not long, but enough to have a lasting impression of me. My nipples were rock hard. I wondered if his cock was hard, too.

Moments later, he came to the backyard entrance and asked if we could order pizza, instead of a home cooked meal. I took this as a sign that he wanted a closer look. The pizza was an excuse to come closer and see my tits. I said yes to the pizza. He moved away slowly. Something kicked inside of me, pushing me towards the inevitable storm, and I asked if he would put lotion on my back.

I had no clue how he'd react, but it was exactly like you said. A son like Andrew would hesitate, play it cool, act natural, but would agree. He approached and I turned around. It was the first time we ever did anything like that, where he touched the entire length of my back, especially while I was topless.

We talked about random things. Things that seemed inconsequential. I asked if he was dating anyone. When he said, 'no,' I asked if he was 'fucking' anyone. That shocked him because I only curse when I get angry. Never from talking about sex.

Andrew told me that he was having sex with someone in college. I asked about it, we had a frank discussion. Our first time doing anything like that. When the conversation ran dry, I had the sense that he wanted to know about me. I told Andrew that I last had sex with an Indian-American woman at a hotel (you!). He paused, hesitant about engaging the subject.

I turned around, my breasts facing towards him, and my nipples were rock fucking hard. I told Andrew to apply lotion on my breasts and he did it. Just like you predicted he would. It was the best sensation that male hands had ever brought to my breasts. I kept wondering if it was Andrew, as a man, or the fact that he was my son.

The breast play ended and I told him to order the pizza. Lunch was normal. Surprisingly not awkward at all.

At night, I kept thinking to myself, if his hands could do that to me, then what could the rest of him do? Again, my thought process was just like you predicted. Our correspondence served as a road map for how I handled the situation.

The next day I invited him to the pool. Keep in mind, we never did anything like that together. Not in our pool. I use it on the weekends, morning. Andrew typically swims on weekdays towards the evening. But he agreed, as expected. Andrew came with his swimming trunks and tshirt. I wore a bikini with a big tshirt over it.

Being honest, I had no idea what I was going to do. I had a few ideas, sure, but I didn't have an exact gameplan. I figured I'd see where my mood took the situation. When we were both there, getting warmed up to dive in the pool, I realized that I wanted to take things further. Andrew was charming in how he handled everything and I responded to my son's maturity. I was aroused. I was wet. For him, of all people.

I pulled off my tshirt, tossing it to the floor. Then I reached back and undid my bikini top. Same with my bottom. I was naked for the first time in our backyard. Naked in front of my son. Keep in mind, we live in a middle-class neighborhood. A lucky neighbor could have seen it; not sure if anyone did.

Andrew was wide-eyed but remained cool about it. He loved the sight of me naked; either he was drawn to my figure, or he was proud of my boldness. He didn't ask why I was naked, he enjoyed seeing my nips and labia. There was a bulge in his swimming trunks, a growing erection, so I told him to dive into the water first and he did.

I dove after him, hoping his erection was still available for me. We swam for a bit, then I pinned him against the wall of the pool. His erection was fading from the coolness of the water, but my hand brought it back to life. He didn't fight it or argue. I think he worried that talking about this might have made me reconsider.

My hand massaged his cock while I was plotting my next move. At that point, I was too embarrassed to perform sex acts where he could see me clearly. I wasn't ready for that yet. So I freed his cock underwater, then I dipped into the pool. I sucked him underwater, where he could only see a blurry version of me. When I needed air, I'd come up and breathe, seeing the excited look on his face, then I'd dive down again to continue my motherly work.

We kept it casual after that, played it cool. He didn't want to press the situation by asking me too many questions. He didn't want to ruin a good thing.

That night, I wore my best lingerie and went to his bedroom. I even brought my phone with me. We fucked. Best sex with a male I've ever had. Everything I felt that night was exactly as you had described. The taboo made me desire it more. And the taboo made Andrew fuck me hard. It went both ways. In having sex with my son, we reached the depravity of our hearts.

I want to thank you, Preena, for everything. Finding you online was a blessing. We'll meet sometime in the future, not sure when. But we're both travelers, working women, professionals. Women like us are hunters, we move where our duty takes us. Plus we have the same desires it seems.

Attached are some pics and vids. Faces cropped, of course, I never share face pics when there's sex involved. I have too much to lose, just like you.

Love,

Nicole

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The presentation continues and Preena ignores the speaker. She's pretending to work, pretending to look at something important on her phone, when in reality she's salivating over the fruits of her labor. True incest. Mother and son.

Waiting is impossible, even though the better move would be to wait until she gets back to her hotel room, so she can watch these images on her laptop in high quality. But she can't fight her curiosity when it comes to this. Who can?

She clicks on the attached image and sees a selfie snapshot of Nicole's white body under the sun, near a backyard pool as described in the email, with pink nipples glistening. No face, just a small set of topless pics from different angles.

Then there's the video. Preena looks around, making sure that no one is peeping at the screen of her phone. She's glad she has the right seat for privacy. The policy wonks, government bureaucrats, and researchers are busy listening to a speech. Preena has true incest on her mind, making her pantyless pussy shiver.

She plays the video, a phone recording of a naked woman riding a young man. No faces, as expected, with the woman holding the phone that shows her body bouncing in bed. The female body is Nicole's, all too familiar by now, thrusting on a cock in the heat of passion. The male body belongs to Andrew, matching the vacation picture that made Preena cum months ago.

Preena brings the phone to her ear, pressing the volume button that will unmute the sound by a single notch. Anything louder, and people might hear, then Preena's hard earned reputation will be forever destroyed.

With the phone touching her ear, she hears the faint sound of fucking, moaning, and the bed squeaking. Her pussy is in knots listening to this. Her stomach twists. It's hard to breathe. She turns the volume off and looks at the screen again, the mom/son fucking continues.

Then she turns her phone off, sits upright and pretends to listen to the speaker, blending in with everyone else. Her dress is almost stained with her vaginal fluids. The sexual aroma between her legs creates a perfume.

During the break, Preena has to choose between rushing to the bathroom and finger-fucking herself on the toilet, or texting Nicole in the hallway. She chooses her lover, walking briskly across the hotel for privacy, avoiding friends and colleagues, dismissing the usual conversations they'd share between presentations.

Preena texts: Did you touch yourself recently?

She waits for a reply, walking around to avoid anyone talking to her.

Nicole: I came early this morning thinking about it.

Preena: Do you feel guilty?

Nicole: Yes. Lots

Preena: What do you do to alleviate the guilt

Nicole: Ive gone back and reread our emails. I focus on your words, your advice. Your philosophy on the matter. I focus on the fact that im a good person, that im a great mother, that Andrew is drawn to this. He loves it more than me, i think

Preena: I think guilt shouldnt happen. Things happen for reasons. We should do everything we can to do the right thing, but we should never starve or deny what we need and crave.

Nicole: Im still figuring things out. My life with Andrew will change, for sure. How? For the better? To be determined, but its all i think about. I honestly feel that I can be a better mother as a result of this

Preena: These feelings take time. I'll guide you through it. Have to go soon

Nicole: I like that we have vanilla proper lives, but we do filthy obedient sex acts in secret. Texts and emails aren't the best venue for discussing this, though it's very hot. We have to meet again in the future.

Preena: Someones coming, have to go, bye

Nicole: Enjoy the conference, babe

A friend comes and speaks with Preena, who now sports blushing cheeks and a wetter pussy that threatens to leak down her thighs. The friend talks about their plans for lunch. Preena thinks about the dildo upstairs in her luggage, how she plans to fuck herself later that night.

When the day winds down and it's night, having finished dinner with colleagues and new friends, Preena sticks to her top priority. She goes to her hotel room and fucks herself while watching the mom/son sex video on her laptop. She's in bed, back against the wall and pillow, keeping the laptop volume loud so she can hear each moan that comes out of Nicole's mouth.

A dildo has never come in such handy before. Preena is laying on a spread towel and she plunges the sex toy into her hungry pussy while watching the video. Her orgasm is necessary. She can't exist without orgasms like this. When she finishes, she pauses the video to an image of Nicole's bare breasts, then lays in bed for a while longer. The dildo gets rinsed and placed on the bathroom counter. The dirty towel is folded and placed on the floor.

She stands naked by the window, looking at the city view. Her voluptuous brown body can be seen by anyone in the street, if they look up at the right window. She lets her toes dig into the carpet.

What is her daughter doing right now? 8:47 pm. She sits on the bed and opens her Skype account to call. Nude. Her favorite way of presenting herself to her daughter.

"Hey mom," Christine says over the laptop video call.

"I've been thinking about you. I needed to see your face."

Christine smiles at the screen. "That's nice. Why are you naked?"

"Long story. I'll explain everything when I get back. You'll want to hear this."

"Well, I'm excited."

"Did you cum?" Preena asks.

"Not today. Why?"

"I would like to see you."

"Sure, okay. Now?"

"Yes, my dear, right now."

"Okay, hang on," Christine says. "Let me prepare."

Preena pulls a chair towards the window. She puts the laptop on the floor, facing her direction, and she sits down and spreads her legs. Her nakedness is facing the laptop and the view of the city. Anyone looking from outside will have a good view.

Her daughter Christine is at home in the bedroom, getting naked in front of the screen. The daughter puts her laptop on the bed and she lays back against the wall, her pussy towards the webcam. Mother and daughter. Both naked. Their bodies are the same shape, though Preena is bustier and Christine is thinner with youth. Their bodies are dark brown. Their nipples are black. Their labia share the identical heart-shape and their insides are pink. Lush black pubic hairs.

They chat and the conversation flows easily. They talk about work and the conference and boys the daughter is interested in. Eventually the conversation turns to sex. They compare notes on their sexual feelings from the last two days, being honest and gasping in turn.

Preena tells her daughter everything. Her friend Nicole, their email exchanges, going pantyless at the conference, and the dildo masturbation she finished. As they talk, their hands wander, drifting below. They stroke and squeeze their breasts and nipples and rub their clits.

They talk about the dirty things they want to do with each other. Reunions are always hot for them. They talk about how they want to lick and suck each other's nipples, play with each other's clits, and slide their fingers and tongues deep inside the other's wet pussy. They get so turned on that they start fingering themselves. Soon they moan and gasp with pleasure, their bodies writhing and their juices flowing. Everything guided by the strength of their minds and the naughtiness of their imaginations.

Cumming at the same time, between mother and daughter, is a religious experience that binds their hearts together. Every single time. Preena relaxes in the chair, watching her daughter on the laptop screen, laying in bed. It's always a special moment when their bodies throb in pleasure.

"You're always the good girl," Preena says. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow when I get back."

"Okay, bye. I loved tonight's cum. So refreshing. Love you, mom."

"Love you, Christine."

Her daughter smiles, waves goodnight, and closes the chat. Preena takes the laptop and places it on the table. In a final act of deviance, Preena forwards Nicole's email to her daughter. Pictures, videos, and all. A final act of education for the night.

The End

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