The Seaside Inn

"Yes?" I asked innocently, smiling down at him. He looked up at me with those intense brown eyes.

"You missed your period, and you didn't tell me," he said sharply. Accusingly. I frowned down at him.

"I did, but it's early, it might be nothing," I said, watching him closely. He looked angry, but it was hard to tell if it was genuine.

"You should have told me," he reached out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer with a strong unyielding grip.

Before I knew what was happening he had one hand around my waist, and the other on my wrist, lifting and twisting me sideways while pulling my hips down over his lap. I squirmed and let out a small noise of surprise and pain at the sudden manhandling. He pulled harder, forcing me off my feet and bending me facedown over his knees.

This wasn't the first time he'd spanked me, but it was always a shock feeling that first stinging impact of his hand slapping across my ass. I sucked in a gasp of air through my teeth as the pain radiated across my backside.

"You know how I feel about lying," he growled, pinning me to his lap and smacking my butt again and again. I groaned, wincing and closing my eyes, my pussy getting wetter and more swollen with each strike. My groans turned into moans, and soon his hand started to linger on my ass, palming it and subtly moving his fingers further up under my panties to feel my skin.

I breathed hard and shallow, his fingers sliding deeper, moving past my ass cheeks and down towards my hole. He touched it, tentatively poking my asshole with a light brush of his finger before retreating back out of my panties. I let out another gasp at the contact.

It wasn't long before his hand returned, but this time, he yanked my panties down, exposing my reddened backside. I arched my back, and his hand made contact lower down. My son rubbed the outside of my pussy lips, his strong fingers massaging my sex with a firm touch. It wasn't long before he slipped his middle finger inside my vagina, and I let out a low guttural moan as the pleasure from his intrusion spread across my abdomen.

He fingered me with a slow and sensual rythm, letting me groan and writhe as I lay splayed out facedown over his lap. He stopped, pulling out far too soon, and I let out a confused questioning whimper.

I was barely done making the noise when I felt his finger return, but not to my pussy. My eyes and mouth both widened in surprise and a sudden pain when I felt him touch my asshole again. He didn't waste any time, or give me a moment to prepare. Instead, I had to endure the sudden, strong and forceful push of his finger into my ass.

I let out a shocked breath, and a high pitched squeal forced its way out of my throat as he slid it inside me, circling and flexing his finger, still lubricated with my own juices, until it was entirely buried in my backside. I relaxed as much as I could, taking deep breaths, remembering how I felt with the anal plug a few months ago.

After a moment, the pain dulled. He kept his finger still, and I could feel my son's warm thick digit making slow movements inside my asshole with each breath I took. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he finally pulled his finger out halfway, then pushed back in, slowly fingering my backside.

"Your ass is so fucking tight, mom," he said, picking up speed. I kept breathing, and soon the strange pleasure of his finger stimulating my asshole overwhelmed the pain, causing me to resume my moaning.

"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you," he mused. My pussy tightened in approval when he said the words, and I grunted a soft 'uh-huh' in response. I felt his rock hard cock poking my stomach beneath me, and I couldn't help but grind against it in time with his fingering.

"A dirty slut like you needs more than a finger though, doesn't she? Yeah, I think you do, mom," he said, slipping his finger all the way out of my ass. I felt a sudden cold fear settle in my stomach. He couldn't mean what I think he meant, I wasn't ready. Except before I could object he'd already lifted me off his lap and tossed me on the bed.

"Wait," I said quickly when he climbed on top of me from behind, pinning me down, his cock already brushing against my ass. He growled with a dangerous displeasure, and grabbed my hair.

"What?" He snapped, and whatever fear I had for what was coming was replaced by the fear of the tone in his voice. I breathed, and thought quickly.

"The lube," I said, glancing towards my nightstand after a moment of hesitation, resigning myself to whatever came next. My son obliged my request, leaning over to grab the bottle I kept in the nightstand drawer. I used the time he spent applying it to his cock to settle my nerves, to steel myself for what he was about to do to me.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you in the ass, mom?" He said, positioning his cock behind me. He stopped, the firm skin of the head of his penis pressed against my hole.

"Well? Say it! Say it like the little slut you are, mom," he barked, jumpstarting my arousal to the point where I lifted my hips off the bed, eager for his penetration, my fear forgotten.

God, I really am a dirty slut.

"Yes, fuck me- Fuck me in the ass, Kyl," I purred, circling my ass around his cockhead. It was all the encouragement he needed. The lube made it easier, but I still grimaced and cried out as his huge cock slowly pushed into my rear. It was like the anal plug he'd made me wear, but bigger, thicker, and full of life and the pulsing warmth of his body. His cock inched its way inside me, stimulating whole new sets of nerve endings.

My pussy ached with pleasure as his penis pushed against it from an entirely new angle, sending sparks of bliss through my body, counteracting some of the pain. I took deep relaxing breaths, and when he finally overcame the initial friction his cockhead slipped into me completely. It was a massive relief, and the rest of his shaft sliding into my rectum sent waves of pleasure shooting up my spine.

He stopped, and we laid there sandwiched together, his penis deep inside my asshole. He tried to pull out and thrust but I was so tight his cock barely moved. It still felt amazing, that small bit of friction, stretching and shifting my asshole. He tried a few more times, and eventually managed to get something of a rhythm going.

I heard him start to breathe heavier as he fucked me. I felt stirrings of something between my legs, building with his thrusts. I reached down under my body and held my clitoris, gasping at how swollen and sensitive it was beneath my fingers. I circled it in time with his cock entering my ass, and the dual stimulation quickly sent me into a rapturous frenzy.

"Fuck, mom, I'm close," he murmured above me, but I barely heard it over my own muffled moans as my face pressed into the cool blankets. I stayed silent, but all I could think was how much I wanted him to cum in my ass. I could tell it was coming soon, just a little more, maybe he needed a little encouragement-

"Yes! Give it to me! Cum in mommy's slutty little ass!" I practically snarled, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. It was like some repressed aspect of me popped out for a moment, taking over my mouth and saying those words to my son.

It worked. I could hear his grunting get louder, more intense, and the pleasure from my clit built into the familiar wave of a powerful orgasm hitting me any moment. His cock drove into me harder and harder, like he was pounding a stake into dirt. God yes, I could feel it starting- I could feel it-

My son pushed his cock as far as it could go, and I screamed with a blissful ecstatic moan as I felt it pulsing and twitching, releasing wave after wave of cum deep inside my ass. It was all it took to push me over the edge, and I came alongside him, my clitoris sent out its own waves of bliss to match his cock, battering me like a hurricane, turning my entire body into a quivering wet sticky wreck.

"Ahhh, ahhh! Ahhh!" I yelled repeatedly, letting the orgasm crash through me, releasing the pent up pleasure through my vocalizations. Kyl was already nearly collapsed on top of me, his breath hot on the back of my neck, his skin grinding against mine as he kept me pinned to the bed.

My yells turned into slow deep breaths as my son nuzzled against my neck, our mutual orgasms fading away in the morning light. A few minutes later he carefully pulled his cock out of me, letting me lie there, full of his cum. I vaguely heard him clean off with a tissue, and I gingerly rolled on to my side to look at him.

"Are you really pregnant, mom?" He asked, standing next to the bed, his muscular teenage form looming over me.

I gently touched the spot right below my belly button, holding myself protectively.

"I think so," I said quietly, nodding.

He smiled and covered my hand with his.

"Good," he said.

I bit my lip nervously. The sudden realization flooding through me.

Oh god. I'm having my son's baby.

***

I pulled into the parking lot of the Seaside Inn and could barely believe how little it had changed in the last three years. It had the same sign, the same fading paint, the only thing different were the keycard locks on the doors. I stared at the entrance to room 112, the place where it all started. The place where my son had sex with me for the first time.

So much had changed since then. I had a little girl, my daughter Kayleigh, technically also my granddaughter, since my son Kyl was her father. Paul had moved out, I couldn't hide the fact that I was pregnant and it obviously wasn't his. He hadn't been as angry as I'd feared, likely because he revealed he'd also been having an affair with some nurse he'd met years ago. I didn't care, and neither did he.

For a while everything had been perfect. Once Paul left, Kyl and I didn't have to sneak around hiding our incestuous trysts. We were like two horny teenagers, fucking each other with reckless abandon. Kyl had loved my pregnant body, I remember I could barely make it ten steps at home without him running his hands along my swollen belly or feeling up my engorged breasts.

Even eight months in, when everything hurt and I was practically bursting at the seams, he was still insatiable. We slept in the same bed, not bothering to pretend we were anything but a couple, which made the early morning sex a daily occurrence. He'd flip me over and fuck me from behind until I came, then he'd either finish inside me or pull out and shoot his cum all over my body. He especially loved cumming on my huge stomach, like it was a reminder of what we'd done almost a year ago.

Of course, that had all changed when the baby came. The reality of a screaming needy child strained our already tense relationship. I didn't blame him, he was a twenty year old college student, not nearly mature enough to handle a child. He moved out when Kayleigh was only five months old, leaving me to raise her myself. Luckily the university had amazing maternity leave and the campus childcare center was a godsend, so it ended up not being a huge burden.

The real blow came months later, when he told me he'd found a girlfriend. I wasn't naive. I never thought we would live happily ever after, mother and son turned husband and wife, but it still stung.

He'd brought her over for dinner after a few months. Allison Rodriguez. It was hard not to notice the similarities between us. We both had shoulder length black hair, the same body type, and even similar facial features. He'd found a younger version of me, except she was from Mexico and had darker skin.

I was conflicted, happy that he'd found someone his own age, and disappointed that it meant our strange relationship had to change. She was smart, funny, and beautiful, and I couldn't help but hate her for taking my son away from me.

Except she hadn't taken him away completely. He still popped in occasionally to help out around the house, or have a nice home cooked meal, and more often than not he would bend me over the kitchen counter and eat my pussy for dessert.

Those visits were getting less and less frequent these days, so imagine my surprise when I got an email from bethanycordercheats, telling me to come to the Seaside Inn on Monday night.

I pulled into the parking lot, checking my phone one more time to make sure the babysitter hadn't messaged, then warily stepped out of the car. The message hadn't said anything beyond showing up, so I looked up and down the long row of doors, watching for any sign of my son in the dim fluorescent lights outside each room.

Five minutes went by with no sign. I'd checked my phone multiple times, trying not to look too conspicuous as I leaned against my car. Finally I saw something, a door opened slightly and I saw Kyl lean outside, looking towards me. He beckoned me over with his finger, and I felt my body react instantly. The familiar heat and wetness between my legs that happened every time my son ordered me to approach.

I briskly walked over, looking left and right to make sure no one was watching. When I got close, Kyl put his finger to his lips, making the classic shushing motion. I tilted my head and gave him a confused look as I reached the door. He was already shirtless, and couldn't help but stare at his broad muscular pecs and shoulders.

"Don't make a sound," he whispered, his tone deadly serious. "Or else."

I nodded, still confused, but I was too enamored to question it more. I wanted to get inside already. I was already picturing the scene, a repeat of our first encounters. Him ordering me to strip, to get on my knees, to touch myself before he'd slip his beautiful cock inside me.

He took my hand and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me with a unusual gentleness. It barely made a sound when the latch clicked. I bit my lip, unable to keep my eyes off him. I was about to lean in to kiss his bare chest when I saw a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head and my eyes went wide. There was someone else in the room, on the bed. It was such a shock it took me a moment for my brain to process what I was seeing. It was a nude woman with caramel skin, laying spread eagle on top of the bare white sheets. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a gasp. It was Allison, Kyl's girlfriend.

I nearly had a heart attack before I realized she had a blindfold covering her eyes. Not only that, but her arms and legs were stretched out, bound by white nylon ropes that looped under the mattress. Her pointed dark brown nipples rose up and down with each breath she took. Her vagina was smooth and hairless, spread wide open from the ropes tugging at her ankles. I could just make out hints of her dark brown labia, with flashes of pink peaking out as she wiggled slightly.

I was frozen in fear, staring at her like I'd turned a corner and come face to face with a growling pitbull. I looked up at Kyl, and his evil grin told me everything. God, what was he thinking? If she found out, if she knew what we'd done, it would be the end of my life.

"Kyl?" Allison's husky voice from the bed broke me out of my fearful stupor, and I reached for the door handle. Kyl caught my wrist before I could turn it, to escape from this situation.

"Yeah, babe?" He answered, staring at me with a familiar intensity.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, thought I saw something at the window, but there's no one outside," he said, quietly prying my hand off the door and holding my wrist in his powerful grip.

"Then get back here and pound my fucking brains out! Fuck, I need your fucking cock inside me, I need it so fucking bad. Give it to me, fucking, shove it in me," Allison growled, pleading and twisting her naked hips back and forth. I couldn't help but look over at her with a disgusted sneer, my mouth opened in shock at her obscene words. I looked back at Kyl, and my son shot me a knowing smirk before silently mouthing a word. Stay. I felt a little jolt between my legs, and he gently let go of my wrist.

Kyl slowly walked over to her, leaving me standing by the door as still as a statue. He ran his hand along Allison's bare leg, and I heard her sharp inhale at his touch. He never took his eyes off me as he carefully slid his hand up her inner thigh. I swallowed and grit my teeth with a strange mixture of horror and jealousy as I watched him caress his girlfriend's naked body only a few feet away from his own mother.

He reached her wide open pussy after what felt like an eternity. I covered my mouth with my hand to choke down a gasp, unable to look away while he carefully inserted his fingers into her vagina. I could see her dark brown labia bending inwards around his white hand in excruciating detail as he started to finger her, gently slipping in and out in a slow rhythm.

"Yes! Yes! Eeehhh right there, right fucking there, fuck," Allison groaned, her whole body writhing slowly in time with my son's arm moving back and forth. He stared at me while he did it, like he was daring me to react. I stood there, arms crossed, horrified and embarrassed on behalf of this poor young woman, that she was unknowingly exposing her most intimate moments to me.

Kyl picked up the pace, fingering her faster. I cringed a little when I heard a soft squelching sound from her pussy as he moved his arm in smooth, piston-like strokes. I felt terrible watching it happen, but I was strangely transfixed. I couldn't look away, it was so foreign, so unexpected, like a pornographic movie playing out right in front of my eyes.

After a few minutes of watching them, I noticed hints of arousal stirring in my own body. They became more pronounced when Kyl took a moment to quickly tear off his clothes, and I got to see his muscular naked body for the first time in months. Once he was nude, he leaned over and took Allison's nipple into his mouth, staring at me while he sucked on her tit.

She gasped in pleasure, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy. He flicked his hand across her swollen clitoris, teasing it, and she groaned. He didn't even look at her. He kept staring at me, sizing me up. He finally let go of her nipple with his mouth and took a breath before mouthing: Touch yourself.

My heart leapt. I couldn't. Not here, not now, not with his girlfriend less than four feet away from me. He slipped his finger back inside Allison's vagina, quickly returning to his rhythmic insertions prompting another round of groans from his girlfriend.

"Yes! Eeeh yes! Yes, that's it, rub my clit, finger my wet fucking cunt! Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck yes, yeehhh, eeehh," Allison gasped, and I once again looked at her with shock at the dirty talk coming out of her mouth.

My own pussy started to get wet, it was almost unavoidable given what was transpiring right in front of me. The thought crossed my mind, that maybe I could touch myself just a little, she was so vocal, so preoccupied, she'd never even know. Besides, Kyl wanted me to do it. I'd already come this far, what was a little more?

I took a quiet steadying breath and reached down to unbutton my jeans. The button popped open and I saw Kyl grin, still fingering Allison with his same rhythm. I slowly unzipped my pants, trying to be as quiet as I possibly could.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, yes, yes, eeeh, eeh, fucking, harder, harder, fucking, pound me, that's it, yes, yes," Allison kept groaning in her husky voice as I gingerly slipped my hand down inside my exposed panties. My fingers brushed through my dark brown pubic hair, and I silently grimaced in pleasure when they hit my clitoris, Allison's constant stream of obscenities and moans hid any sound I might have made.

I started to rub my pussy, staring deeply into Kyl's eyes as he deftly pushed his naked, bound and blindfolded girlfriend closer and closer to orgasm. All the sexual tension that had been building in me since I saw his email days ago came rushing to the surface, fueled and amplified by the voyeuristic scenario I'd been tricked into participating in. My mouth was dry, heart pounding, fingers pushing in time with Kyl's own rhythm.