Road Trip Ch. 04: Rooms 107 and 108

AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".

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Cherry parked the Subaru and went with Pearl to the motel office to claim their reservations. The two adjoining rooms had two queen beds each, were not-smoking and located at the end of a short wing away from traffic, the ice machine and the office. Ross took the key for Room 107 and the sisters moved into Room 108.

Ross had just stripped to his boxers when he heard a knock on the connecting door. "Who is it?" he called.

"It's your aunt, Ross, c'mon and open up!" answered Cherry.

"But I'm in my shorts, Aunt Cherry," protested Ross.

"Piffle! You think I haven't seen you in your shorts before?" countered Cherry, "You owe me a back rub, buddy, and I'm here to collect, so quit stalling around!"

"Oh, OK," acquiesced Ross, "I guess I did sort of offer" although at the time he had only a faint hope she would take him up on it and no plan to make it happen. Now here she was demanding it..."Holy Moly!" he thought, unlocking his side of the door.

Ross gaped as his aunt stepped through the door clad only in pale blue panties and their matching bra, which he had earlier glimpsed in the car. She was truly stunning as she marched past him and flopped face down, spread eagled across one of the beds. Ross remained frozen in place until Cherry, arching up on her elbows and forearms, turned her head. Smiling, she said "All talk and no action, Ross? You didn't impress me as that kind of guy. Come over here, sweetie, and work on my aches."

Taking a deep breath, Ross moved to the end of the bed and asked, "Umm, Aunt Cherry, does Mom know you're in here and asking for a back rub?"

"Of course, silly!" Cherry snorted, "she was right there in the car when we talked about it, wasn't she? Now she's out hunting for a pizza for us, so this is the perfect time." Patting the bed, she continued, "Now get up and get rubbing!"

Chuckling to herself, Cherry turned and lay back down with her arms akimbo under the pillows and chin resting on top. Ross climbed up on the bed. Kneeling, he straddled and almost, but not quite, sat on Cherry's butt as he leaned forward putting his hands at the tops of her shoulders on either side of her neck.

Ross only had just begun when he felt his cock swelling and its head started to poke through this boxers. Hoping his aunt would lay still and not turn around to look at him again, Ross tried to discreetly push himself back in, but his dick only got harder the more he touched it, and suddenly it was rigid and impossibly exposed. Cherry began to fidget and asked, "What's going on, Honey? How come you started and then stopped? Are you OK?"

"Yes, Aunt Cherry," Ross answered, "It's all OK, I was just trying to, umm, balance my stance so you could have a better massage." Sighing, Ross gave up trying to contol his boner which now bobbed up and down with every move he made.

Cherry lay on the bed punctuating Ross's rubdown with little grunts, groans, and occasional sighs, but after a few minutes she said, muffled by the pillow, "Unhook my bra, Honey, and rub those strap marks out. My boobs have been trapped all day and are crying for relief!"

Scarcely believing his ears but following her instructions, Ross didn't hear any objection as he pulled the unsnapped back strap away and Cherry's mounds bulged invitingly to her sides beneath her upraised arms. Massaging the strap area on her back, Ross pushed outward to extend his hands ever closer to the the vulnerable sides of Cherry's tits. In a few strokes, he worked his courage up and boldly slid his hands entirely around her chest. Cherry's boobs were in his hands at last!

To Ross's delight, not only did Cherry not protest, she arched her back and whisked away the obstructing lingerie and lay back down with her breasts pressed to Ross' palms saying, "Mmm, I love your initiative, Honey!"

Ross continued to rub his aunt. He moved regularly from her breasts to her shoulders and neck, to the small of her back, then slipping his hands around her waist to her tummy, to return to her boobs again in a full circuit. Suddenly Cherry rolled like a spinning log. Ross, now straddling her waist and staring at her long erect nipples, held her shoulder blades in his hands.

"Well would you just look at that!" Cherry exclaimed, seeing Ross' unsheathed lance standing and pointing at the ceiling. Quick as a cat Cherry pulled her nephew onto her and stuck her tongue in between his lips. Kissing him deeply she pulled his shorts down to completely free his erect manhood.

"Mmmm...a man with initiative deserves to be rewarded, right, Honey?" Cherry asked rhetorically, breaking from the kiss. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down her body until his face was in front of her panties.

Ross saw these were not so pale blue now, as her leaking cunt cast a navy shadow to damply outline its lips. The scent was intoxicating and he pulled the panties away to better get at it. As his instincts overtook him, Ross spread his aunt's pussy with his thumbs and buried his face in its trench. His hands, under her ass, held and raised her as if he was in a contest and she was Cherry pie.

"Oooh, honey!," Cherry panted, "Mmm..you are... sooo, unhhh,good!" as she curled her fingers in his hair, "Come here!" and she hauled her nephew back up, kissed his mouth, drooling with her own juices, and rolled them both over ending up on top of him. Reversing her position, she pushed her posterior back to reseal his mouth against her aching, sopping cunt while she faced his rigid waving dick. Cherry seized it and took it into her mouth, sucking noisily. Ross desperately drank the seemingly unending flow from her pussy, not wanting to miss a drop.

Cherry, still slurping her nephew's meaty straw, held and squeezed his balls and stoked his shaft. She felt his cock throb as his nutsack tightened and she stopped and whirled around once more. Pinning Ross's shoulders flat to the bed with her outstretched arms, she raised her cunt over his cock and lowered herself until it disappeared and her ass was flush against his thighs. She rocked slowly on his engulfed rod, squeezing it in her channel and lifting and dropping her ass while Ross busily crushed and mauled her boobs and jerked his hips until he exploded with a shout, "I'm COMING AUNT CHERRY!" in the middle of her chorus of guttural babble.

Collapsing, Cherry panted in Ross's ear, "Now, ... That's what I ... call..a backrub!" and they both laughed aloud and held each other tight in the afterglow.

After Cherry returned to room 108 to take a shower, Ross remained on the bed thinking about what had occurred. His reverie was disturbed by another knock on the connecting door and his mother's voice, "Ross! Are you awake? Open up, it's Mom!" Scrambling to find and put on his shorts, Ross got up and opened the door.

Pearl entered, still in her halter, jeans and mules, as Ross said, "I thought you had a pizza."

"Well, I might have had one," replied Pearl disgustedly, "but I drove all over the town and neighborhood and found not a single place, except a convenience store with frozen shingles, so I came back to see what our 'Plan B' was." Continuing, Pearl said, "Your Aunt Cherry took a shower and crashed so that just leave us. Are you hungry?"

"I guess I could eat, Mom," Ross answered, "but I'm not sure what I want. Pizza would have been OK, but that's out, so, now I don't know."

"My growing boy doesn't know?" queried Pearl. "Are you sick or do you need to work out and build an appetite?"

"I don't know, Mom," he repeated. "I feel fine, I'm not very hungry and I didn't bring any workout gear, anyway. Maybe I'll just go to bed, too."

Pearl stepped forward shoving her left hand into her son's boxers. Grabbing his cock, which immediately showed signs of its approval, she said sternly, "Not without me you won't go to bed, Mister!" Then, smiling, Pearl continued, "I may be just your mother, but I know a thing or two. Like, for instance, how much you enjoyed ogling me today. And how you looked at Cherry. I even know." she went on, as her fingers opened and closed around Ross's building erection, "what happened in the back of the car when your knee itched. Did you think I couldn't see you in my rearview mirror?" Pearl laughed softly, maintaining her firm pulsing grip on his rod and added.

"By the way, if you can give your Aunt Cherry a 'back rub', you can jolly well snuggle all night with me! Who knows, maybe you'll wake up hungry for breakfast." she chortled.

Without releasing her prize, Pearl reach her right arm behind her to untie her halter straps at the back and neck. Her top fell to the floor exposing her proud breasts to her son. "Um, OK, if you say so, Mom," Ross agreed nervously unbucklimg her belt and popping her jeans' snap while she finished stripping away his shorts and kicked off her mules. Ross knelt to peel her tight jeans over her full hips past her thighs. Pearl's plain white hi-cut briefs, hardly sexy by modern standards, excited him beyond words as he stared at the damp outlined camel-toe coyly hiding behind the thin cloth.

Ross's fingers trembled as he brought them to her waist and rolled the briefs down to reveal his mother's closely cropped golden motte pointing to her full glistening pussy lips. She stepped out of the bunched panties and jeans and moved backward to the bed.

Ross stood and followed as she sat on the end of the bed and lay back, knees outstpread, feet tippy-toed on the floor. Kneeling again, Ross slid his hands along Pearl's inner thighs, leaned forward and kissed her waiting wet cunt. Sliding his tongue along her slit he nibbled and sucked her clitoris, as he clung tightly to her hips with his strong hands.

Pearl pitched and bucked and seized his head to hold him solidly in place. She came in waves under the attack of her son's teasing, torturing, tapdancing tongue. After her third, or perhaps fourth, orgasm, Ross, fully recovered from his earlier session with Cherry, climbed up on the bed.

Lying beside his mother he fondled and sucked her beautiful mounds, alternately plucking at one hard nipple with thumb and forefinger while he suckled the other.

Rising to kiss Pearl, he rolled her onto her belly tugging his hands at her waist, coaxing her to rise to her knees and elbows and scoot to the end of the bed. Ross got up, stood behind Pearl, stepped forward and shoved his thick rigid bone to its full in her open inviting cunt.

His balls slapped his mother's ass, keeping time to the rhythmic plunging forays of his cock. He held her hips locked in his hands and pulled as she pushed. Both mother and son grunted and groaned in their ecstatic exertion. Once more, Ross brought Pearl to the edge and together, with a final lunge, they came. Ross' dick, buried to the hilt, filled her vessel and stopped any backflow.

Thoroughly exhausted and still coupled, they slept wrapped in each other's arms.