Hotel Desire (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  “Do you mind if I have the TV on for a bit before we head to bed?” asked Angie.

  “No mom, not at all.” He turned to her as he answered, and blushed as they made eye contact. His mom was a kind, confident woman, and she hadn’t said anything about how aroused Tom had obviously been in the bathroom. It was his burden to bear, weighing down on him with deep shame.

  “We barely ever watch TV like this anymore at home,” said Angie. “It feels kind of like a treat having one with all the channels in a nice hotel like this.”

  She began clicking through programs, searching for something to watch. Tom slipped into the bathroom to change into his pajamas, and then sat down on the bed. It took him a minute to feel comfortable enough to join his mom under the sheets, and as soon as he did, his lower half began to act up again.

  “Sweetie, are you okay?” Angie had a concerned look on her face, and leaned her head on her hand as she looked at him with tender eyes.

  “Yeah mom, sorry,” said Tom. “I don’t know what it is about this hotel, but I’ve felt a little…off, ever since we got here.”

  That was putting it lightly, Tom thought to himself. Whether it was just his hormones acting up, or something else, he didn’t know, but it was hard for him to even think properly in the sensitive, hyper aroused state he was in. He stared at his mom, his eyes being shamefully drawn to her amazing breasts, and felt his cock throb inside his boxers.

  “Does it have anything to do with before?” asked Angie. “When you…saw me? You know…in the shower?”

  Tom felt his tongue catch in his mouth. He didn’t know what to say. Never before in his life had he so badly wished that he could just disappear, and escape from a conversation that was clearly trapped, regardless of how he answered.

  “Mom, I’m sorry!” Tom leaned in closer to her, which only made the situation feel even hotter. “The door was open, and I didn’t mean to. I just…couldn’t look away.”

  “It’s fine, Tom, it’s fine.” Angie reached her hand over and ran it along her son’s cheek. “You’re at a very hard stage in your life right now. I wish I could help you out in some way…”

  There was a tense, loaded silence in the air. Tom fought the urge to grab his mom and grind himself against her. It was a terrible thought, but it floated in the front of his imagination like a forbidden piece of fruit.

  Angie turned the TV off, and then pulled him into her for a hug. Tom felt her soft breasts against her chest, and his cock rubbed against her inner thigh. It took every ounce of willpower he had to keep from taking the situation further.

  “Let’s just go to sleep,” said Angie. “I’m sure that you’ll feel better in the morning.”

  She walked over to the light and turned it off, and then climbed back into bed. The darkness only made Tom’s illicit sexual ideas and desires all the more real and compelling, but he forced himself to lie down facing away from his mom, towards the edge of the bed.

  “I love you, sweetie,” said Angie. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon enough.”

  “I love you too, mom,” said Tom.

  Tom spent the next hour or so hopelessly trying to fall asleep. His body didn’t feel right. It was almost as though it was lighter and looser than normal, and when combined with the overwhelming horniness that had been plaguing him since he’d set foot into the hotel, it was hard for him to trust that he could keep himself controlled.

  After coming to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to fall asleep unless he did something about it, Tom got up out of bed. He thought briefly about heading to the bathroom and taking care of himself, but thoughts of his hot mom and her gorgeous body were still fresh in his mind, and he didn’t want to set himself up for an awkward morning.

  Instead, Tom got dressed and headed out of their room, making sure that he had the room key with him. He walked slowly down the hall and towards the elevator, listening for any sound of activity and hearing only silence on the air.

  The entire atmosphere of the hotel was off. He had only noticed hints of it when they first checked in, but it was much more obvious now. Everything, from the carpets and walls, to the lights hanging from the ceiling, looked a little too dark for a place that catered to paying guests.

  It was more unusual than it was spooky, but it set Tom’s thoughts onto what Kendra had told him about the history of the place. It was so unusually empty for such a large building, and Tom wondered how it managed to stay afloat financially with Westhaven being such a small and forgettable town.

  He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. There were some vending machines that he’d noticed on the way in, and Tom figured that if he could get some food in his stomach it might help him relax.

  The hotel door opened, and Tom stepped out onto the overlooking balcony on the second floor. He could look down from where he was into the lobby, and was surprised to see that Kendra was still awake, reading out of a large, very ancient looking book.

  Tom watched her for a moment, and hesitated before heading down the stairs. Kendra had a very strange and serious look on her face. She was muttering something quietly, and after a moment she held out one of her hands, and a soft red glow began to emanate from it.

  Tom took a step back. He was unsure of what he had just seen, but knew instantly that it hadn’t been meant for his eyes. The doors to the elevator had already closed again, and he hesitated as he went to press the call button, his nerves telling him that the movement of the machine might alert Kendra to his presence.

  “Hey there! Are you new here?”

  Tom slowly looked up, and saw something else very unusual at the end of the second floor balcony. An elegant looking woman, at least in her late thirties or early fourties, was leaning against the railing and smiling over at him. She was attractive in a very old school, modest kind of way, and wore a very thin white nightgown.

  Tom glanced down into the lobby, and saw that Kendra had wandered off somewhere else. He looked back up to the strange older woman and saw her beckoning him over with her hand. After a brief moment of hesitation, he slowly began to move her way.

  “Yeah, I just got in today,” he said. “My name is Tom.”

  “Lunell,” said the woman. “It’s so nice to meet you, Tom.”

  Something about her echoed the feeling that Tom had about the entire hotel. She was gorgeous, and looked like she’d just climbed out of bed, but it felt weird to Tom. His cock slowly began to get more and more excited as he closed the distance between the two of them, even as his brain screamed out in warning.

  “Would you like to come into my room for some tea, young man?” Lunell smiled devilishly as she spoke, and Tom felt himself begin to get a little excited. He was still so horny, and at least one rock hard part of him was interested in getting to know Lunell a little better.

  “I would love to, Lunell.”

  Tom followed her down the hallway. She had a fantastic butt, and perfect hips, but there was something else about her that he couldn’t help but notice. Every step she took looked and sounded lighter than it should have, as if she was somehow floating as she walked.

  “This is it, Tom,” said Lunell. She opened the unlocked door slowly, as if it took a great deal of effort.

  Tom looked into her room, and saw that it was much, much nicer than the one he and his mom had been given. There was more space, the bed was bigger and fancier looking, and everything felt as though it had been frozen in time, as if nothing in the room had been updated since the 60s or 70s.

  “I don’t usually invite men back to my room so quickly,” said Lunell. “I’m a proper lady, I do hope you know!”

  She stood over by a small wheeled cart in the corner of the room, pouring from a tea kettle into the cups. Tom wasn’t sure what to say, and as he stared at her, he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

  Lunell looked as though she was glowing light blue, and around the edges of her body, Tom thought he could see right through her, to the wall on the other side of the room. She turned around with the cups in her hands, and for a moment all he could notice were her big, well-formed breasts, the nipples poking out against the fabric of her gown.

  “I don’t have a proper setup as far as chairs are concerned,” said Lunell. “We’ll have to sit on the bed as we drink.”

  “Okay.” Tom walked over to her, still recognizing the look on her face as one of a woman who had a certain mischief in planning. His cock hardened even further, and he hunched over slightly to try to hide it.

  Lunell took a sip of her tea, let out a very girlish, proper laugh, and then set her hand down right in between Tom’s legs, right on his hard lump. He almost choked on the tea, and quickly set the cup down on the nightstand behind him.

  “You are so eager and ready, young man,” she said. “But I guess we have the hotel to thank for that.”

  “Lunell, are you…” Tom’s words trailed off as the older woman began to rub and stroke his manhood.

  “Have you masturbated today, Tom?” Lunell looked him right in the eyes, blushing ever so slightly as she asked the question. Tom turned crimson red and shook his head.

  “No! I mean…wait, why would you ask me something like that?”

  “I know that you have.” Lunell leaned closer into him, letting her soft breasts push against the side of Tom’s body. “It’s only because of your manly, sexual energy that I’m even able to be here right now, like this.”

  Tom felt Lunell’s hand against his cock, and then all of the sudden, he didn’t. Or rather, he still felt it, but it was inside of his body, and inside of his thigh. Her hand had slipped through his crotch as though it was nothing more than a projection, and Tom could feel a strangely pleasurable warmth deep inside his legs.

  “I
need you to go a little further, young man, if I’m to stick around.” Lunell leaned in and kissed him, her body touching his flesh as normal again. “I need you to cum for me, Tom.”

  “Oh god…” moaned Tom. “How is this…happening?”

  Lunell ran her hands up his chest, and slowly began unzipping his jeans. She let her lips rub all the way down his stomach, across his legs, until her face was right in front of his hard cock. She smiled at him, and then gave his tool a light squeeze in between her fingers. It felt fantastic to Tom.

  “Oh wow, I can feel it right away!” said Lunell. “It’s going to be great having you here, Tom.”

  She brought her lips to the head of his cock, and gave it the type of passionate kiss that an experienced older woman might place on the mouth of her younger lover. Tom felt Lunell’s tongue doing swirls against the tip of his penis, and the precum beginning to form and push into her mouth.

  “Oh man, Lunell…” moaned Tom.

  “Shhh….” She said. “This is every young man’s fantasy, I’m sure. Being sucked off by such a prim and proper lady. I was a member of high society back before, well, back when I was like you.”

  Lunell began to bob her head up and down on Tom’s cock, gently coating it with her saliva and sucking him off. Tom leaned back on her bed, still in disbelief over what was happening. It was his first sexual experience, and though he didn’t have anything to compare it to, he doubted that there was anything that could possibly feel better.

  The older woman didn’t let up, and shifted between styles of giving head as though she was putting on a performance. Tom was in bliss, and he let his hand run through Lunell’s hair, which felt unbelievably soft, and insubstantial.

  She pulled back for a moment, continuing to stroke Tom and smiling at him coyly. Lunell was in complete control of him, and all Tom could do was stare as she slowly moved in closer to his cock, letting her breath tease him before bringing her lips back to it for a quick kiss.

  “I want you to cum, Tom,” whispered Lunell. “I want you to cum all over me.”

  “Lunell, oh man…” Tom moaned as she began to pump his cock in her hand and slowly lick at it, like she was trying to get it clean through the most lewd method imaginable.

  Lunell pushed forward again, taking his cock into her mouth and continuing her sexual onslaught. Tom was breathing heavy, and he placed his hand on the back of her head and began to urge her further down. The pleasure was taking control of him, and he realized that if it continued to build…

  “Oh, Lunell, I’m going to…” The last word never let Tom’s mouth. His cock began to explode, spraying its white hot payload into Lunell’s mouth with raw intensity. It was the first time a woman had ever done anything like that to him before, and it felt so much better than masturbating. Waves of pleasure wracked through his body, and Tom collapsed back on the bed.

  “It’s working!” said Lunell. “I can feel it already!”

  She leaned over Tom, letting her breasts push against his chest, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

  “Thank you, Tom,” she said. “I appreciate this more than you could ever know.”

  All Tom could offer in return was a look of confusion. He slowly nodded, and then looked down at his unzipped jeans, the pleasure of the orgasm fading and reality shifting back into focus.

  “I should…probably get back to my room,” he said. “I might not see you when I leave tomorrow, Lunell. It was really nice getting to know you, though!”

  Lunell smiled at him, and let her hand run across his cheek.

  “Likewise, Tom,” she said. “Live a good life.”

  After leaving her room, Tom headed straight back to the elevator. Kendra was nowhere to be seen down in the lobby, and the same strange vibe he’d gotten from the hotel before was back in full force. He tried to push it out of his head, and went up to his floor.

  His mom was asleep in the bed, and didn’t wake up as he quietly opened the door and made his way over. Tom was finally tired, and this time when he slipped under the covers, sleep came easily.

  CHAPTER 3

  Tom could see a woman in front of him, slowly undressing. She was attractive, and there was something incredibly familiar about her. As she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing a pair of big, natural breasts underneath, Tom’s cock began to ache for attention.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” The woman spoke softly as she slowly wiggled out of the tight leggings she was wearing. Her voice was one that Tom knew that he’d heard before, but he couldn’t quite place it.

  Tom realized that he was naked as the woman began to walk towards him, wearing only a sexy pair of lingerie panties, and running her hands across her body, as if presenting herself to him. He still couldn’t see her face, but whoever she was, he knew that he had to have her.

  “I love you, Tom,” whispered the woman. “There’s nothing wrong with me helping you out, if you need it.”

  The woman slowly lowered herself down in front of him and began to jerk him off. Tom wanted to see more of her, but her touch was pleasurable to the point of being paralyzing .He rocked his hips forward, and the woman ran her hand across his thigh.

  “That’s it, just like that,” she whispered.

  There were more women all around him now, all of them naked, and they began running their hands across Tom’s body. He wanted all of them, but he especially wanted the one who had her fingers around his cock. He had to see more of her, to feel more of her, and to cum with her, but it somehow felt incredibly wrong and sinful. She started to look up at him, and Tom knew that her face was about to come into view.

  “Time to get up, sweetie!”

  Suddenly, he was awake. His mom was already moving, dressed in a short sleeve, low cut blouse and a very short summer skirt. She was leaning over him and shaking his shoulder, and Tom could smell the flowery scent of her perfume.

  “Oh, sorry mom,” said Tom. “I was having a dream…”

  The details of it were fading out of his mind like sand drawings on a shore, swept away by the incoming tide. The only thing he knew for sure was that it had been about sex, and he still felt a little guilty about whatever the sex had entailed. His cock felt hot, and he realized that there was an embarrassing tent sticking up in the middle of the sheets.

  Angie either didn’t notice, or was very good at ignoring it, in her understanding, motherly way. She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and began brushing her hair.

  “You should get dressed,” she said. “The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we’ll be home.”

  Tom nodded, and slipped out of bed. He walked over to his bag and picked out some clothes, opting for a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt for the day.

  “Where did you go last night?” asked Angie. “I woke up at one point, and you weren’t there.”

  “Oh…I wasn’t?” Tom remembered the events of the night before, and his late night tryst with the strange woman. It was vivid in his mind, but a couple parts of it were so bizarre to him that he wasn’t sure if it had been a dream or not.

  “Yeah,” said Angie. “Were you just in the bathroom, or…?”

  “Oh yeah, now I remember,” said Tom. “I went downstairs, to get some food.”

  Angie bent over to get something out of her own bag, and for a moment all Tom could do was stare at her cleavage. He silently admonished himself and tried to look away before feeling too guilty about it, but it was as though his gaze was locked onto his mom’s chest.

  “Sweetie? Are you going to change?” Angie flicked her eyes up at him, with a look in them that managed to be motherly and yet strangely flirty at the same time.

  “Yeah, of course!” said Tom. “Sorry mom.”

  He hurried off into the bathroom and began stripping out of his pajamas. His cock was like a bar of steel, fully erect and aching for attention between his legs. Tom wondered if it was just a result of the sexual experience he had the night before, his first. It felt like more than that, though, almost as though an unnatural horniness had taken hold of his mind and body.