Wedding Trip for Mother and Son

After the dinner was over, they dispersed to the bar, all except Mrs Craig who went up to her room. The girls found a table and sat on a leather couch "Can I get you a drink?" Jake bent and put his hand on Graces shoulder, she turned her head with a smile, "Just a sparkling water thanks love, I have to go and sort the cake out in a minute."

Faith leaned across, squeezing her hand. "There will be plenty of time in the morning for that, thanks again for making it for us."

"Well in that case, I will have a small port." She raised her hand to Jakes cheek, "thanks love." Turning to Faith she said " you don't need to thank me, it was my pleasure."

Tim went to the bar with Jake, they ordered the drinks and stood waiting. Looking over at the girls Tim let out a sigh "You know Jake, I envy you."

"Why's that? You're the one getting married to your childhood sweetheart."

" I know that, but the relationship you have with Grace. I can't ever imagine having that kind of ease with my Mother."

" Yes, I am lucky in that way."

"You are that." With the drinks on a tray, they made their way back to the table where Geoff and Philip had returned from their smoke break, bring the frosty air with them on their clothes.

By eleven the group began to break, heading to their rooms. After hugging everyone goodnight, Grace linked arms with Jake once more as they walked to the lift, " God, I can't wait to get out of these shoes," She laughed. As the lift whirred it's way to the second floor, she rested her head on his arm.

"You were great tonight, that old prune was giving you disapproving looks when you sat down. What's up with that?" Jake asked getting offended on her behalf.

Grace maintained her pose resting on his arm and said without bitterness; "she has had a hard life and I think she resents anyone who is getting on with theirs. Don't want to think about her anyway. But mother-in-law from hell I imagine. Poor Faith."

The lift came to a smooth stop and they disembarked. "You are slurring just a little and you're not perfectly steady. You didn't drink that much, did you?" Jake asked with a little tone of scorn.

"Stop it you, it was the couple of ports sent me over the edge and I think the travel took it out of me today, I have some water in the room I will be fine." Grace tottered a bit on the thin heels as they rounded the last corner and with a deft swipe of the electronic lock they were back in their room.

Grace threw her wrap on the lounger and sat to remove her heels, her torso leaning lower than normal as she felt the effect of drink, her décolletage pressed hard on her thighs. "I think I may need to stay upright for a few minutes Jake, otherwise I think the ceiling will spin in bed. Wooo!" Grace straightened again, and before she could ask there was a bottle of water on the coffee table and a glass set down. "Thank you Love. I will be grand in a bit."

Jake took the other low seat across from her. "I have a great cure for tomorrow, there is a health spa downstairs. Steam room, sauna the works. We could get a great start for the long day ahead." Jake said with enthusiasm.

"Sounds perfect, I will need to pick up a costume first though. I think it might be good for getting the day started. Not too much steam or heat for me. I cant have a big red face for the wedding pictures." Grace said smiling.

"True," agreed Jake "or you will end up looking like that prune; Tim's mother."

Grace leaned back on the lounger and giggled at the thought, she stretched her head back to stare at the ceiling, testing her dizziness but the room still swam. Jake watched her as she stretched, her knees locked together and her stocking feet spread apart. Jake thought she looked like a fashion model in that reclined pose.

Jake undid his waistcoat and loosened another button on his shirt. He removed his shoes and rested his feet on the coffee table. He drank from his bottle of water. Grace leaned forward and undid the cap on the spring water and poured it slowly into the hotel glass. The second time tonight Jake sat transfixed as he now caught the full depth of Graces cleavage. A little ageing in the crease between the breasts but still a wonderful sheen of pale healthy skin on the top of her breasts. The back lace balcony bra kept the bulk of the breast softly and safely in place.

She lifted her hand to rub the back of her neck, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Inhaling deeply she shrugged her shoulders up, one at a time.

"Headache?" Jake asked

"No, not really, just achy. All the bending I've been doing the last couple of days making all those sugar paste flowers for the cake." She moved her hand to the other side, her fingers hidden beneath her hair.

Jake lowered his legs, leaning forward he placed the water bottle on the table and rose to his feet. He moved behind her, gathering her hair into a bunch, pulling it gently over her left shoulder. "You relax, let me take care of that for you." He began kneading the tight sinews of her shoulders. "It's been a long time since I've done this for you." He stroked his fingers from the nape of her neck to the first vertebrae, then outwards to the shoulder tips. "Do you remember how I used to release your neck after you had spent days on a painting?"

"Yes, I do. You always managed to stop me seizing up. Ooh, right there, use your thumb." Taking a deep breath she began to relax and for the next few minutes gave herself up to his practiced ministering's.

"Better?" He ran his hands down to her elbows and back up bring them to rest on her shoulders.

"Much. Thank you darling." She turned her head and looked up to his face with a smile, raising a hand she placed it over his.

"Better hit the sack love, did you see my nightwear at all?".

"I stuck it under the pillow, I told you I would take care of your clothes." Jake leaned down and kissed her head.

"I am not hitting those cold tiles in the bathroom - turn and face the window while I change" Grace patted his hand.

Jake resumed his seat and swung towards the window. Grace hauled herself up and in one bound was raising her dress above her head, with a slight twist of the neck it was free and over her head. Her black panties rested high on the hips and she pulled them snug deciding to remove them discreetly when under the covers. Grace sat on the bed to remove the stockings her breast tops quivered in the large bra with each movement. Jake watched the distant lights across the river towards the castle and was blessed with an occasional view of skin when Grace's reflection was momentarily in the window.

Grace pulled the slip from under the pillow and laid it beside her, a design she would not have chosen if she knew she was sharing with Jake. As she watched the back of his head she reached around and unhitched the bra. Leaning forward she let the cups fall and her breasts quivered falling to two full points. Her nipples pink with vast areolas. Her fair skin making the perfect contrast with the darker nipples.

Grace had life modelled when she was younger and her body could be found in student portfolios throughout the country, she was proud of her shape and was quite comfortable in her bareness and her curves. Taking the two stockings she made for the drawers folding as she went. "One more minute Love" she said absentmindedly folding the light fabric and placing in the drawer with the rest of underwear. Her almost matronly breasts swung a little low but she was proud still of the youthful shape she maintained. As Grace returned to the bed to get her dress Jake could make out her body in the breaks in the light lace curtains. The swing of her breasts had not escaped him.

"I know tomorrow will be great especially if we are not seated next to Tim's mum." Jake made idle chat as he continued to gaze where he could. Grace took her time to tidy away her dress right back on the hotel hanger. The chatted like that and Grace thought how adorable her son was. So discreet and yet just like so many men.

She slid her arms through the slip, raising it slightly to allow it to pass over her head, the silky fabric fluidly slithered over her body, coming to rest just above her knee.

"OK, I'm decent now." She told him.

He swivelled the chair round to see her securing her hair in a low pony tail with the band that she always kept on her wrist. He watched as her breasts, that were lifted by the position of her arms, moved beneath the silk, the brush of the soft fabric on her nipples causing them to come alive, their outline clearly visible through the material.

She darted into the bathroom and on tip toes quickly brushed her teeth and removed the mascara with a facial wipe. She used the loo and decided to dispense with her panties now to save wriggling beneath the sheet later. After washing her hands with the tiny bar of soap on the sink, she returned to the room, crouching in front of her case she lifted the corner of the lid and pushed the used underwear inside. "You know, for an hotel, it's not very warm in here." She glanced over at Jake, who was beginning to get undressed. "I hope the bedding is thick enough." She made her way to the bed, pulling the corner loose, she climbed into the cool cotton sheets.

Jake opened the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it on the chair where the waistcoat already lay. He undid his belt and the buttons of his jeans slipping them off along with his socks and added them to the pile. He strode to the bathroom in his white boxers, Grace could, don't help but admire his firm, slim form as he passed.

He returned in a moment, "you're right, it is a bit nippy. The heating must be on a timer or something." He went to the window to touch the radiator confirming that it was off. Reaching up, he pulled the heavy curtains across the window. "Are you warming up in there?" He asked Grace once he was by the corner of the adjoining bed, releasing the sheets to gain entry.

"Not really, there is not much thickness to these covers."

"You poor thing, you will catch your death and probably won't sleep for ages," Jake said smiling with one knee on his bed about to slide under covers.

"Lot of good that is to me, get over here and give me some heat you big lump," Grace opened the covers to invite him in,"quick before I freeze."

Jake bounded over and got in trying to move as Little of the cold air as possible as he lowered the sheets. He tucked the covers over his shoulder and under his chin.

"That's better let me get full use of your hot water bottle warmth and then you can go back" Grace said as she moved her face close to his, their foreheads nearly touching both lying on the edge of their separate pillows.

Jake turned and lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, reaching out and behind he snapped the lights off and the room fell dark. As their eyes adjusted only dim light entered from behind the thick curtains and a strip of hallway light that escaped under the room's door. Grace hugged Jake's left arm for warmth and security.

"That's much better" Grace said.

"I am glad I can be of use to you" Grace could hear the smile as he spoke.

Jake let his right hand rest on his front as he called to mind some of the glimpses he got of Grace today as he did his thumb and index finger held his thickening head through the vent in his cotton boxers.

"Now let me sleep" Grace whispered "big day tomorrow."

Jake let his fist squeeze on himself in a comforting motion as he listened to his mothers breathing deepen. She will be out like a light he thought and then I can sneak back to my own bed. His left arm felt the cushion of his mothers breasts and recalled what Tim had said and he was right very few people were at such ease with their Mother. His feeling of pride was mixed a little with guilt as he chastised himself for having taken pleasure from the secret glimpses he took today.

Jake too must have slept, he woke in the early hours. Grace had shifted position, her arm now draped across his waist, her leg twisted around his, her head resting on his chest. Jake, reluctant to wake her, yet the need to move was urgent, his body was locking up. He gently lifted her arm, extracting his leg as carefully as he could he began to lift the corner of the cover.

Grace roused a little. "Don't go." She spoke in a breathy sleep befuddled voice. Reaching out, her hand made contact with the skin of his back. He wondered if in her dream state, she was fully aware it was him in the bed or if she had been dreaming of cuddling a lover. As the cool air touched him he decided to get back into the warmth as he was bid.

Grace turned over, her back to him. He shuffled under the sheets to find a comfortable position which happened to be on his left side. Hearing Graces gentle snore, he smiled to himself. Still not completely comfortable, he snuggled up closely behind her, fitting his body to hers, relaxing into her softness he circled her waist with his right arm. As he drifted off to sleep he felt her bottom wriggle into him, "Hmm that's nice." She mumbled.

Jakes left arm ran the length of her back. The back of his hand at her bottoms cleft and his palm at his morning glory cock. He felt secure here and there was little chance of him disturbing her with his hardness. Her slip had ridden up so his knuckles made contact with flesh but he pushed his thoughts back and tried to return to sleep.

Grace's phone sat on the bedside locker and the screen rolled around in an electronic glow with some reminder and Jake could just make out it was 6:30 am, way too early to move about and a return to his bed was not an option now. Jake shifted and let his right leg drape over Grace, this change of position felt like a relieving stretch to Jake and Grace pulled his right arm tighter in an semi conscious sleep reaction. The two were like a comfortable pair and both determined to get at least two hours more sleep together.

The alarm began to play it's brain jolting tune, Grace reached her arm up to silence the vibrating device. She swiped the screen allowing a ten minute snooze, dropping the phone back to the locker, unaware that her right breasts had escaped the confines of her slip and now hung over the top of the scoop neck, the thin strap dropping down her arm. Sinking back onto the pillow her awareness of the warm body behind her and the arm clamping her waist began to filter through. Shifting slowly onto her back she turned her head looking into Jakes half awake face. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" Jake opened his eyes fully, loosening his grip on her waist but not moving it away. Noticing the bare breast centimetres away from his chest, he barely heard her speaking again. "I see you didn't go to your own bed then." Turning towards him, she raised her hand to his cheek, the free breast settling on the mattress, still she did not notice. Leaning forward she placed a kiss on his forehead, her nipples brushing the light hairs on his chest. "Oh, sorry about that." Grace made to adjust herself, raising herself on one arm she lifted her right breast with practised ease and secured the strap, the slip popped back into place to cover her large soft globe. Lying back down she smiled, "you first for shower this time, I know I will want to eat soon."

Jake's brain finally engaged "uh! ok" he mumbled, "is it that time already? I was hoping for a longer lie on."

"Promise there will be no early rising tomorrow Pet," and she kissed him again on the forehead. "Go, go I can steal 10 extra minutes sleep."

Jake rose reluctantly and loped towards the bathroom, his morning glory had breached the band on his boxers and his uncut penis tip appeared like a squashed purple fruit by the elastic. He effortlessly popped it back in and it disappeared back into the white cotton. Grace could barely resist a laugh at what she saw, how cute maybe he will sort himself out she thought. The water sounds came through loudly from the room and Grace could hear him attempt a tune in the tiled room. When she heard the first stimulated "ow" followed by a "ohhh yes" she quickly realised it wasn't sexual but he had discovered the full force of the massage jets of the wet room. Grace propped herself on her elbow and could just make out Jake in the shower enjoying the full use of the shower facilities. As he turned to his side she noticed his cock lay thick but flaccid. Hope the lad gets that sorted this weekend she mused. Grace plopped back on the pillow and soon her thoughts turned back to wedding cake as she tried to blank her mind for 10 minutes rest.

Try as she may, sleep eluded her, she was wide awake now. She stretched her legs beneath the crisp, warm sheets, wriggled her hips from side to side, lifted her arms out above her head fingers linked together, bringing her body to life. Inhaling deeply, she allowed her hands to trail down. She lightly ran the nails of one hand from her chin to the dip at the base of her throat, pausing to inhale deeply. Bringing the other hand to join in, continuing the light nail stroke she dragged them out to that tips of her shoulders, turning them over and letting the backs of her fingertips set a downward path between the valley of her breasts and out over the mounds across the silky slip, stopping to simultaneously circle each nipple with the tips of her index fingers. Taking another deep breath before pushing her hands down further over her ribs and across her belly, circling her navel for a moment with one finger, then, continuing the journey south. Once she got to her groin, the fabric stopped, her fingers encountered her skin, she took another breath. She caressed her inner thighs to the tips of her knees and back up until they came to rest on the warm moistness of her sex. She quickly found the now swollen clitoris in the soft damp folds and with one finger, circled it softly, taking yet another deep breath she felt her belly begin to contract, her hips raising slightly from the bed, her buttocks clenching, a soft moan coming from the back of her throat, her back arched as the wave of pleasure and release washed over her, a flush rising to her cheeks. Just as her breathing was settling, her hands tracing the length of her thighs, the bathroom door opened, Jake, a towel slung around his hips strode into the room.

"The bathroom is all yours mum."

"Ooooh.." Grace exclaimed, "you look good" she was making a virtue out of necessity as she let the exhaled breath run long and hoped it would mask her post orgasm joy.

"Eh, thanks mum. Anyway, that shower is brilliant. Give it a try on full blast." Jake fished around for clothes and released a pair of fresh tight boxers from his case. Grace watched as he stepped into then and pulled them up his legs, when they were settled he released the towel and worked on drying his hair. His cock sat as a small pouch shape now the shower had done its worst and he was back to his resting size, the frightened turtle size as Grace imagined.

"Let's breakfast soon, I am famished" Grace said as she walked to the shower, she had her slip off and was about to step in when she called Jake "can you not put your underwear on the shower partition, its not hygienic."

"Sorry mum, I will get them" he said as he pushed through the door "oops sorry, will get them later" as he turned back again "when you finish."

"Please do Love."

The water hit her still sensitive body full force causing her to shriek at the intensity. Jake laughed to himself on hearing this. Ha, he said to himself, she's taking my tip and making full use of that shower.

He continued to dress, pulling on the jeans from the night before. His mind could not help but wander to the amount of his mother's flesh he had seen since the night before. Although it was not the first time he had seen her naked, she had never been embarrassed about her body and had brought him up to be comfortable with his own. Yet, once he had reached teenage she had made sure to not be naked around him so as not to make him uncomfortable, so apart from the occasional, accidental glimpses that comes with living in close proximity with someone, he had not seen her naked form for well over ten years. He had been amazed to see how little her shape had changed in that time, she had the most curvaceous figure he had ever seen. The girlfriends he had had never matched up to the soft hour glass of his mother's body, it seemed to him that womanly figures were not the idyll girls aspired to.