An adult stories – Danny's Sea-Do Inn Motel Bk. 02 by DickBogart1953,DickBogart1953 Everyone in this incest story is 18+.
Danny’s Sea-Do Inn Motel. Book 2
Mom beamed as she held my hand. The Doctor told us Mom could go home tomorrow, so rest and we both will be as good as new. I filled in Mom on the hotel workers coming out to help us out, and the insurance has been called, and they saw the scene from outside of the tape and are due to send a hazmat clean-up crew to fix the place, and they will get three estimates from contractors. We need to stay in two suites.”
Mom says. “When I get better, I kick your ass, but I not staying anywhere without my son there, you understand me?”
I laughed; it hurt as I winced in pain I say. “I hear you, Brenda. We use the Honeymoon suite and move into the trundle bed for me. That alright with you, Mom?”
Susan laughed and says. “It reminded her of when my dad was alive and made us smile.”
A nurse came in and says. “We need to leave to let her sleep.”
I kissed my Mom again like a son would, and I saw tears in Mom’s eyes as we said goodnight.
Susan walked me out to get a cab and says. “Goodnight, you’re a fine son to your mother.”
So I rode home oddly hungry again and called Doug to see if he was alone. He had his study group, and the cab stopped at Hong Kong Kitchen. I got dinner for ten, I picked up some Moo Shu Chicken, veggie fried rice, Sweet and sour Chicken, white rice, and egg rolls. We chatted about everything but what happened, whether by eating too much or too fast or just the stress, but I went green in the face and made it to the bathroom. I felt two hands on me, a cold wash rag on the back of my neck.
I stopped and dry heaved as Janet held my head up and says. “Your nerves hit you. You’re going to have some bumpy days and sleepless nights. You need to talk to someone. My Mother is a therapist. I will call her for you, and talking about it will help when you are ready. From the room’s looks, you two are lucky to even be alive.”
I washed my face coming back into the room to warm smiles, and I say. “The whole nine minutes are on the cloud I need to download it in case it’s removed, but I don’t know how can you help me please Fred?”
Doug asked. “If they could watch it.” I went to the cloud as the video started as Fred started the download.
I sat there, not looking at the screen as I told them. “I received Mom’s panic alarm and ran to the office, having to unlock the door. When I got in, he had Mom’s neck in his hands, and I attacked him, spraying him with roach spray…”
My voice left me as I turned away from the laptop. Both girls they grabbed my hands, leading us to the mattress after the cop jumped over the counter, chased Mom, and caught her the first time she walloped him, busting a couple of knuckles the video played on. In my fight, I felt the blows repeatedly just from the sounds on the video. The two girls held me just from the sound of the battle. I pulled away each time before the sound. These two women held me tighter as they began to cry.
Hearing my Mom’s friend Coming into the room with her partner shouting and saying. “Freeze, you sack of shit! No, don’t reach for your weapon.”
The sound of gunfire pierced my soul. They had gotten into a firefight with Dudley Do-Right and not me.
The guys watched it till the end, and after the nine-minute movie, they joined us on the bed and hugged me holding on to me; it felt good.
I say. “Good night; leaving to go see what the Honeymoon suite needs. Doug and his lady Janet came with me. I lay down in my clothes as Doug leaves. Janet undressed me to my underwear, pulled the covers back, and stayed with me, holding me till I dosed off.
I woke hours later, needing to pee; some blood was there. It freaked me out, and I drank some water and noticed it was one am. I texted my Aunt, Dad’s sister Ginger what had happen. I knew Mom had someone, but I had never met them; Mom never spoke of them.
My text read. “I was sorry for the late hour, having been through so much. I apologized for not texting sooner, but we were both alright. I was let out of the hospital just a few hours ago; call me, and Mom was coming home after noon later today; we almost died.”
The phone rang almost as soon as I hit send. It was my Aunt Ginger. I answered the phone and filled her in on what happened with the police and such.
She says as she starts chewing me out, and I send a photo of my face and chest. “Shit, she be there to help mom get home.”
She ended the call by saying. “Love you, see you soon.”
I had an odd question: Would she see how Mom and I are together. I went back to sleep, still guilt-free.
I got up, showered, put my scrubs back on, and texted Susan. “I asked if she could check when I could go to my room for clothes. Wearing the same hospital scrubs was getting old.”
Susan texted back to give her five to check, and a squad car drove up to let me in. I admit to almost shitting in my pants when the officer got out of the car, and I did not know his name. I panicked and tried to back up. Half fell, still backing up. Finally, I got up in a fighting stance, the officer says. “Susan sent me Dan. I’m sorry, son, my name is Big John. To my friends, you need a second to calm down. I stay over here, sir. I saw how your Mom fought back and how you stood up to a killer, and living is winning, son.”
He offered his hand and handed me two cans of pepper spray. “Put them in your pocket. Give one to your Mom; it works better than bug spray.”
I got my things from my room, grabbed Mom’s things, and packed a bag each officer John carried for me to the room. I changed and went downstairs to two new hotel workers. They wore their uniforms and were helping someone check out. Someone checking in. The bed was removed in our makeshift office, and we set up long folding tables as desks. I saw a truck pull up, and two maintenance guys stopped at the office asking what needed to be done and if I could show them where they wore coveralls from the two largest hotels on the Island.
I showed them the service board and gave them a radio and my pass keys as I showed them the storage room and had to sit on the bed to rest before I could return to the office. I called my Aunt; she was at the hospital, and they were waiting on the Doctor and the paperwork, but I didn’t need to come help. I told her I could not get there; I hurt too much to drive on pain pills. I called the contractor who upgraded the living quarters and told them the insurance guys were looking at the room when the police took the tape off. Then, I saw an SUV drive up; it was my Aunt. I went out, and my Aunt asked me to get the wheelchair out of the back for Mom.
I did it, but I damn near needed the chair myself, and my Aunt saw me and helped pull it open to use. It was almost more than I could do. I hugged my Aunt and then my Mom as I helped her out of the SUV. Mom looked terrible, but I wheeled her into the makeshift office, and she saw two hotels working at our desk. I picked up a two-way, and Mom smiled as we took the elevator to the second floor. My Aunt looked at the door marked Honeymoon suite but said nothing. So I called the maintenance guys and asked if they could bring the trundle bed to the suite.
Mom saw the hotel name and says. “Three hotels are helping us?”
I answered. “Make that five so far.”
I caught her up with what was going on. My Aunt looked and asked. “Why were we sleeping in the same room?”
My Mother says. “I staying in the room with my protector; we almost died.”
I told Mom. “I saw the footage; you fought like a wildcat, but I fought. Trust me, Mom, I did not win but was told living is winning.”
My Aunt asked to see the footage, and I picked up my laptop and took her hand to the bathroom. There was a dressing table in the bath, and I set the computer down and started the video.
I say. “I can’t watch it again but will be outside if needed. Please, you don’t need to see this. It’s better with the sound off, but please don’t play it too loud. Spoiler alert the evil cop dies at the end. I should say no to this, but you must understand that no power on earth will stop me if my Mother needs me to sleep in the same room.”
I left to see Mom’s needs as she was napping. I heard crying from the bathroom, and it was only three minutes into the nine. After the nine, nothing happens. Ten long minutes of silence go by, and at last, I hear running water, and my Aunt comes out.
She held me in her arms as she cried softly and says. “I understand, dear man, I do; you have anything to drink, Dan?”
I went to one of the suitcases and opened it to a twelve-year-old bottle of scotch. It was less than a quarter from being complete. I brought it as I thought I take a drink or six, but I had flashes of dad going off in my mind and never touched it, but I poured one for my Aunt.
She asked. “If I would like one myself, you earn it?” So I went and pulled up the prom film. It was only fifty-five seconds long, and before I started it. I said to my Aunt. “You’re going to see your nephew just like you did in the sink all those years ago. I don’t think drinking is in my future. My girlfriend drugged me on my prom and my first drink. She dumped me for the football team star, stripped me, and tossed me out of the elevator nude. We are sure that the mayor and the evil cop were behind it, but I was tossed out of school and had my scholarship revoked, and I still waiting to have to go to court and see the judge.”
My Aunt says. “Damn, son, she’s nuts to do this to a hunk like you.”
Mom woke and says. “He is a hunk. I need to use the bathroom, please. You said nothing about his face art; it’s almost worn off.”
As we helped her to the wheelchair, I rolled her into the bathroom, and I say. “You’re going to need her panties off, but if you need help getting to the toilet, just sing out.”
I kissed Mom’s head as I stepped out. My Aunt did not need my help but rolled Mom back into the room, and Aunt says. “We’re going commando. It will be easier for us getting her to the throne. What’s for dinner?”
I say. “We can’t cook; you saw the kitchen in the video.”
My Aunt shuddered and looked ill. I took her in my arms, and she started crying. We were sitting on the edge of the bed next to Mom.
I kissed the top of her head, holding her, and she stopped crying and said. “How about seafood tacos and Tex Mex?”
Mom says. “Get some soup, please, baby, and some salad. The Doctor said to eat light.” So I called the restaurant, the one I was laughed out of.
I asked. “If we could order and list what we wanted, could I send someone to pick it up?”
He says. “We know where you live, son dinner is on us, and can your Mother drink I send a bottle of our house wine?”
I say. “Yes, and thank you if you, please drop it off in room #1 at the temp office. I asked how much, please?”
The owner says. “No, my money was no good here as long as he was alive.”
I say. “Thank you that’s quit kind. Have a great night.”
I called down and say. “I had food coming in. I should have asked if you guys wanted something. Instead, they bringing it out and told him the place’s name.”
Doug says. “He called to see if they could add to the order; they were happy to pay for it themselves.”
I made a mental note to add a few bucks to his paycheck. Opening my laptop, I looked at his time card and saw he did not show the day in the hospital. He covered the day desk missing classes. Mom and my Aunt were talking.
I asked. “Excuse me Mom, Doug did his time card and did not list the day I was hospitalized. I want to pay him overtime for working and missing classes. How much do you think?”
Mom says. “After sending off your prom film to the feds and there is a court case pending, I say make it five hundred mark it for consultation fee. So we can get a tax break and the same cash for our computer guy. I’m fuzzy and hurting; I can’t remember names.”
I say. “It’s Fred’s Mom; you need to eat first, then you can have a pain pill. You get so sick on an empty stomach.”
I walk over to the bed, climb on and sit near you and say. “Brenda, Mom, let me rub your hands and head. Remember when you were in the hospital, and I did this? It helped you not hurt so bad.”
My Mom looked at me with true love. I could only do one hand and your head, but with my soft talking on how I make fried fish tacos, you dosed right off.
My Aunt Ginger says. “I’m dying to eat your cooking now. Nobody said anything about where I’m sleeping, but I need a quick shower between flying here and driving. Can I use the bathroom here?”
I nodded yes and say. “I need to use it first, and I can put you next door. Then, I’ll call the office and ask if it’s doable. I forgot to check. Sorry, my mind, fuck, how long is my mind going to be this muddy?”
My Aunt held me and says. “Young man, watch your language, but hush, son, this will pass. You need to talk to someone soon; your, not yourself.”
I called the office and asked. “Doug, may I have the therapist’s number and if the room next door was booked?
I was given the number he says. “To call her now, her name is Gloria. She’s said to call anytime; this is the home number she heard of both videos.”
I called and say. “If I could make an appointment as soon as I stop eating these pain pills, and I can drive again.”
I was told that she would come to me.
I asked her. “If sitting on our private deck, no one can see, and we can get some sun, I’m sure my Mother will want to talk to someone also, but she hurt much worse than I am.” Hanging up the phone, I felt better just getting that started.
I did not know why, but I started to cry as my Aunt went to shower when Mom told me to come to her and damn if we did not cry together, we were still holding each other when my Aunt came out in cute pink gym shorts and a cute top and a beach wrap. The door knocked. I opened the door and was grabbed in a big hug by all the eggheads. I did not wince as no one squeezed me hard. Both girls kissed my Mother on her head as her face was still swollen.
Janet says. “You’re both so brave you fought back; you did not quit.”
They came, split the order, kissed us, and left, giving us the energy of their love; it was terrific.
Mom ate a fish taco, had some guacamole and soup with a few chips and a few sips of soda, but she dosed as we ate.
I say. “My whole body hurts. I’m going to fire up the hot tub, but I forgot my suit, but my sleep shorts work wet, but it shows shapes like a wet tee-shirt contest.”
My Aunt laughed and says. “I can use it after you; you looked too hot in your hotel run, son.” As you winked at me.
Doug called and says. “The connecting room was ready, and the door was open. I just needed to unlock it on my side.”
I did that and dragged in my Aunts case. I saw a tiny box of candies on the pillow. So I go and soak in the hot tub. The timer set for twenty, and I dried off, grabbed my robe, and went out as my Aunt, with a smile, went in.
I changed into dry shorts and a black Tee in the bedroom. My Mom gasped when she saw me covered in black and blue, band-aids covering broken skin cuts, and stitches made from his high school ring or baton. Mom watched me and said without speaking mouthed. “Sexy.” As you winked at me, I went to bed, sat back next to you, turned the T.V. on, started a movie, and held your hand. My Aunt came out in sexy black silk P.J.’s. I waved you over onto the bed. My hands were full, and my bruises stood out as the picture on the screen got brighter. My Aunt kissed my hand softly.
Mom asked. “If she could have a head rub and another pain pill.” We gave her one as I rubbed your head till you fell asleep again. I fell asleep as the movie ended.
My Aunt helped me out of bed and onto mine. You kissed me goodnight. I slept for hours, but I awoke, something was off; it was my Mom. She was crying out in her sleep, she was saying. “You hurt my son, you bastard. I’ll end you.”
Then you screamed. I was out of bed and holding you telling you. “I’m here, Mom; you’re safe. I’ll end anyone who hurts you.”
I say I rub my Mom’s arm and keep kissing your head. “Hear my voice, Mom; it tells you you’re safe.”
Mom says. “It reminds me of you holding me when Danny died as I cried for I don’t know how long, but every time I looked, you were there.”
I say. “It was only a few days, Mom. You were in bed, I saw you hurting, and I could only show you still had love. I ate peanut butter and most of snacks for the rooms for two days without meals. We got through that, we get through this, Mom I love you, Brenda.”
I feel my Aunt’s hand rubbing me, offering support and love. I turned and looked back and smiled at my Aunt. She has never shown much love to me, just like my dad, but I feel it now. It’s making up for years of not getting it. The week went fast. The police tape was removed, the clean-up crew was called, and I went and got my wet suit and swimming shoes. Then, I went for a long walk at eight am. I am walking back to see my Aunt and Mom sunning on the beach. It means they walked out there; it’s a good sign. I stopped by as the contractor crew was patching the holes and painting. The floor replaced the Island is now a granite top, and it looks grand, so much better than the old Formica. The rest of the counters are painted concrete made to look like granite looks incredible.
I met with the therapist her first question she says is. “Why do you feel like a failure when your actions led to saving your Mom? Were you willing to give your life to save your Mom? Not once did you stop. You never gave up; you still hit him as he was strangling you. I heard it from Susan and from Doug. They described your fight. Susan said watching was hard, but you impressed the hard-nosed officers. A couple offered hand-to-hand combat training at the gym the police train at. They have given you a year of training there.”
We talked for over an hour. I learned how to see and change how I act on PTSD triggers; we touched on the hotel hazing and how it felt to be betrayed by someone you thought you were in love with. But, unfortunately, lots of things to deal with my Mom and I were not part of our talks, nor would they ever be.
I was walking back to the office I had been working for half a day when I saw a police car pull in. My back got stiff, and I noticed how alert I was.
I started breathing, centering myself, and I saw Susan walking up to me, and I say. “I hug you, but we must step inside to do it.”
Susan grabbed me right outside, held me tight, then kissed me and says. “Thank you, Dan, for helping me save my best friend. I’ll take you to the gun range soon and teach you how to shoot. Good news: the department has paid for a year at a martial arts school for you. It will give you peace knowing how to fight.” We walked into the office, and the donuts tray was empty. I say. “Why no snacks to go with the hot coffee?”
The counter help from a sixth hotel says. “They not been in at all. They had to be thrown out, so we called them and stopped ordering them.”
Susan says. “We stopped coming by. We thought you feel better us not coming by as we once did.”
I say. “Yes, but you still need to come. I felt better; it triggers me to see you drive up. Before I knew it was you, my fear kicked up. I was ready to fight or run, but seeing it was you, I had to hug you, and when the kitchen was done, I’ll cook you a nice dinner to thank you for saving us. You want steaks and seafood?”
Susan answered. “You still want us to stop by? What do you think your Mom will say?”
I laughed and say. “She was the one who started it after dad died. I guess she felt it safer knowing you guys were here to help. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
I took over the desk, letting them go home early as I worked it for the rest of the day. I checked with the hotels and talked to the H.R. departments asking what they made a day so we could pay for their time. I was told by each hotel that the owners told them to pay for their time, and we could not pay them. Having two guys work maintenance left little for me to do. I went next door to see the crew I thought was finishing up was putting in an extra heavy security door. It had sliding locking bars in the door like a bank safe no madman would kick this one in shit. That madman was me. I was told the counter-top, and the door were gifts from the police department. I sat on the new bar stools; it took my breath away.
The next day a police SUV cruiser stopped by for coffee and a pee break, and I had called the bakery the day before to start the donuts again. Mom never said no.
It was the big cop who scared me. He walked up to me and says. “I see you’re working out on the beach again, and you did not flinch when I walked up. Will you join us at the gym? The police class starts Monday at eight am, Dan?”
I answered. “Yes, Sir, please; my boxing at the YMCA did not help all that much. I am sure I got that; don’t stop or give up from my Mom. I remember her pushing me when I was to swim only three events on my first senior swim meet, and the football team captain hazed three of our swimmers, locking them in a broom closet. Finally, I had to swim six events; Mom rubbed the cramps out of my legs and told me not to quit but to just try. My try got me two state records and four first places with two-second places. It was then the colleges started looking at me.”
I went to work doing the books, listing the work, and paying the bills. I added the income; we almost lost 6400. Our overhead would have sucked that up. We had a lot to be grateful for; without all the help, it would have put us in the hell hole of taxes. Mom and my Aunt came back. Mom smiled at me. I swear I saw a gleam in my Mom’s eyes. Your bruises were changing colors, as mine were, but it looked like we were starting to heal.
Mom laughed at a joke my Aunt told Mom says. “I have an eleven am meeting with a therapist. I need to go clean up her name in Mrs. Grant. Send her up when she gets here, please.”
Mom looked over my shoulder at the books and kissed my cheek like a Mom would. So I took it to mean we were doing alright another summer where we lost half the season to a Red tide or the year a jellyfish invasion crushed the season.
I swam and ran the next dawn; I returned and met my Mom and Aunt walking on the beach. I had not seen Mom do this since before dad died. One of us was always working. I waved like the dork I can be and walked with them, running back to my Mom, laughing at my Aunt, and worried about me falling. I tripped as I did, but I did not hit the ground. Instead, I did a back flip, twisted around, and picked up the pace upright. I did two more rolls and back flips. It was a tumbling class my Mom made me take when I was young. I tripped over my big feet. Thank goodness I grew into them, and dance class helped my balance.
My Aunt says. “He fought like that to get away. Then, in the video, he got in some head-rocking punches and took so much more than the vest the cop had on gave him an edge. I saw my brother fight two guys in high school once, he could fight but not take a punch that was nothing compared to, Dan.”
Mom says. “Danny loved bar fights before we got married, but his wedding vow to me was to stop fighting, and he did. He did defend us once, and the fighting was alright, but Susan helped break up the fight. She wrapped her legs around the other guy’s neck and choked him out.”
Mom went to the front desk in the makeshift office, and I drove to the gym. I was given a booklet. It was a martial art training book, a copy of one from the 1930s from Hong Kong. I was told it was the same book that Bruce Lee used not sure it was true, but I used it to help learn. It had the workouts listed how to move in the different styles and showed running with weights and balancing on rocks or tree stumps. I went through a complete basic training work out then ran five miles.
I got home by noon, covered in sweat but felt better. Even if there were parts that were still sore, I was still moving. I made a surf and turf dinner, and my Aunt went home The next day as Mom and I were doing well. We ate like life was still important there. Mom looked at the kitchen and the new door and smiled.
Brenda says. “I like to see the video, but not right now; this feels good being with my son and his favorite Aunt.”
We ate and watched T.V. on cable. I let the ladies pick it was American Idol got a great night’s sleep in our own home, Mom and I in the same room. Our Aunt joined us. We insisted, and she drove back to town after an excellent breakfast. I Went for a quick swim before dawn, did less than a third of my typical day, did three miles towing a dragging a swim parachute, and ran around with it on land. It worked both running forward and backward.
I went to the gym and was done by eleven and stopped by my therapist and did an hour with her. I saw the headlines in the local newspaper The Mayor was arrested and held on two million dollars in bail. I got home and took over the chores for the day. The work at a motel is hard, but if you are smart, the work can be done in a day. The only trouble was the next day would be more of the same. I stopped for tacos, and Mom and I were booked, so we ate in the office.
The weeks went by quickly, and we slept in bed, but we had done nothing as Mom’s ribs still were tender and another week on her hand. But every night was the same. We showered and rubbed all our sweet spots together when we went to bed.
It started the first night my Aunt left to go home, Mom says. “I need help in the shower; wash my back, baby. I don’t feel like dancing yet, but I have a hand that works.”
My clothes fell off me like magic, taking my shoes and socks off with my feet as I did my shirt with one hand and my other hand was doing my pants. Mom started herself as I walked by, picked you up like you weighed nothing, and walked to the shower, both nude.
I say. “Works for me, my love. You are in charge, Brenda. You are ahead in points, but based on the porn I’ve watched, you’re always going to outscore me, but what fun we will have trying.”
I walked into the shower with you and started it. I sat on the bench with you in my lap, my hard cock pressed against your hip. The water ran down, wetting our hair. I soaped your breast teasing your nipples as the water pooled in your lap, hiding your pussy.
I soap under your arms as my kisses stroke your neck; my hardness is throbbing, making you squirm. I bit your neck hard, leaving a hickey out of the site if you wear a shirt. You moan your neck turns bright red as your nipples poke up, screaming to be kissed. I do like that it felt right; it felt like love. I comfort nursing my Mother’s peach-sized breast. Your nipples loved it your moans deepened as if you were getting closer to coming. I touched your pussy for the first time; watching porn has given my fingers what to search for. That nub of fresh heat makes me moan, and I do in my Moms hot mouth. It taste of hot cherries and desire. The smell of us was burning my young mind up; it smelled like a woman’s cum, soon to be mine.
We kiss as I find your clit, and one finger teases all around your lips, pulling them away from your pussy. My fingers are dripping in your hot juices. You are not able to reach behind you to stroke my cock, so you move my head back to your breast again. My thumb is flipping your clit as two fingers dip inside and up. Finally, you arch your back and scream, coming all over my hands.
I can’t help it. I’m still a boy. I lick you off my hand; it’s not enough. I stand and put you down on the bench as I drop to my knees and feast on your juices leaking out of you. You’re holding the shower bar because you can’t sit upright. My tongue hits your hot clit pulsing with your desire, your need to surrender to your son.
My sucking your clit, my fingers back inside your lips got so swollen they tasted terrific, but you’re second come, you sprayed my face as you pulled me up to lick and suck your juices off my face.
Your hand wrapped around my shaft. It took only a few strokes, and as I felt like I was close to coming, I grabbed my cock hard as you grabbed my balls, and I held out for a few more strokes. But, nut damn, did I nut spraying all over your chest. You wiped it off you between grasp for air as you licked it off your fingers. I kissed you again to taste and suck your breast, teasing you.
I wonder if you could come a third time, and you stopped me, and my Mom says. “Damn, son, that was heaven; just put your hand on my pussy and hold it there.”
I feel it pulse. It beats to your heart, you say. “I might be able to, but I’m almost raw, but that was rocking my world, baby.”
We slept in each other’s arms for some strange reason. Brenda insisted we sleep in my bed. I got up and needed my keys and phone to go to the gym. We were sparring for the first time; some people there were bigger than me.
I was uneasy, but nothing was going to stop me. I glanced at the big kingsize bed and wondered why we used my smaller one. I see my Dad’s and Moms wedding picture. I have my answer. It’s seven am. I called the Hotel supply and checked the price of a king-size bed and box springs, and they sent me to their website. While drinking my coffee, I see a great bed, and the headboard matches the room.
I ordered it and left a note on the desk for my Mom. “I ordered a brand new bed, Brenda; please have them take your old one away. I used my Christmas money. Love you see you after gym by eleven.”
Now if anyone was keeping score in twelve days, it was mom 22 to me at 12. Mom could come more than once; it was a joy to cause.
I got to the gym happily, and the workout and sparring were heavily scripted. It was to learn muscle memory. One of the recruits took it further; he acted like he was Bruce fucking Lee and went a complete street fighter at me 110%. His hitting me in the face as hard as he could did not have the desired reaction he was expecting. He hit me and grabbed my throat, thinking he was strong enough to choke me out one-handed as he hit me in the face.
I climbed up on him like a tree; he was five inches taller than me. I kicked him in the thigh, slapped both his ears at once, and was on top of his knees with my feet. I jumped off his legs and went up, coming back down with all my weight coming down on his practice helmet with my elbow. I cracked him where there was no padding.
I flipped him over my back. Our third class taught us that I pined his arm back with his thumb, and my foot pinned his shoulder, and I say. “Yield or I break it. You do not deserve to be a peace officer.”
The class master walked over and says. “He’s right. I say break it. He is the brother of the officer who tried to kill you.”
I had no clue why he would tell me this, my vision darkened, and I started to twist his arm, and he cried out in pain, and his face showed fear.
I stopped seeing that very look; I knew it and stopped. I asked for a laptop, pulled up the nine-minute video, and started it, turning the sound up. I went and got sick in the restroom. I tried tossing up an empty tummy. Finally, I came out, and the class bowed to me as my instructor pulled me aside and says. “He left crying; it was not how he was told what it was. Your anger was eating you. It would only get worse, but now you have mastered yourself, there is nothing more I can teach you about how to live, but I can teach you how not to fight or win if you have to.”
I went home to fresh flowers on the desk from the lawyer Doug hired for us to sue the mayor. A note said your papers have been filed. We were called in to testify on the mayor’s charges a few weeks later. They tried to say it was my fault as I was not a good match for his daughter. That line of thought did not help the case. He was found guilty in under forty-five minutes by a jury of his peers.
I called Doug, and he said he filed, and the mayor would be served with the lawsuit papers before he left the courthouse. So we did not use the bed yet. I’m waiting for Mom to tell us when. I mean happy we are beyond words happy. We watched a movie and took our unique shower. My Mom, I mean Brenda, gave me the first blow job. I came so hard I spoke in tongues when Brenda slipped a soapy finger in my ass. I slid to the floor, and the warm water was getting cooler. I was without words.
I watched Brenda lick her lips and use a finger to get it all in your mouth. I stood, my legs shaking, my cock growing. I groaned again when its fullness hit. My words came out as animal grunts. I helped you down so you could mount me as I laid on my back. I spread your lips, so they are on either side of my hard cock. I can feel your clit getting harder as I slide your wet body up and down on my cock. I picked a great thing to do as you came, and after a few strokes, you did it again till you screamed out two more, the last being a good size squirt. Finally, you collapse on me, falling on my chest. You kiss us, and your mouth is freezing.
We kiss between our breaths. You feel my throbbing cock hard as ever, and you move your hip just a bit, and we slide between your legs. Pressing me tighter, I glide on your pussy lips, your legs holding me tight. I’m still a virgin, but it felt unearthly to my hot Moms pussy dripping down, keeping us wet. I thought about where I came from and came I did. I came so hard, and you were so wet and hot I slid across your lips like I was stroking in K.Y. lube. Still hard, I held your hips to gain traction on the shower floor when you took over.
My Mom, Brenda, grabbed my balls and rode me like a cowgirl riding a horse in a race, and you were winning. We both spoke in tongues or at least moans. But talking was not needed; we blew together. We both arched our backs, trying to come hard. My fingers grabbed your nipples, and I bent your breast to new shapes, but we both fell, unable to breathe.
I throbbed a few times, shooting a second gush over my stomach, and felt it pooling on my chest. I feel it dripping off you as I sit on the bench and wash you and me with the shower head. I try hard not to be too rough. I know any touch is too much, but we’re clean. I dry us off and carry you to bed. I tell you I love you as I turn out the light; I hear you tell me you love me too. We slept seven hours, and I woke to Brenda sucking me hard as you mounted me between your wet legs again, not in your pussy, and you moved so slowly, telling me how much you loved me. We did this slowly; you built up to an explosion of epic portions; your coming made me lose it. We needed to be at the front desk in thirty minutes as the alarm went off.
We showered quickly, and you switched into Mom mode, fed me a fruit smoothie with protein in it, and sent me off to the gym. I grabbed a few donuts as the truck from the bakery got here. Then, I talked to Doug about how smooth the night went, grabbed a coffee, and headed to the gym.
The instructor asked me. “If the hot head officer could come back?”
I answered. “He is not my enemy and not my place to judge, but I hope it helps in life. No way he should wear a badge, but who knows? He needs to be watched. Not my job.”
We worked out, and then the sparring started. I did not meet the tree again, but I had two more minor challenges: a woman and a man. They were teamed up against me. We went like it was a movie. Our skills were matched. I didn’t know how fast I picked this up, but when the time was called. We had sparred non-stop for twenty minutes; we three bowed to each other and to the Master covered in sweat.
I got home before noon, hugged my Mom, and say. “Wow, Brenda, how hot you’re looking today.”
I grabbed my tool belt and went to work, running into Suzy and helping her flip the mattresses in a few rooms. She likes my strength; it makes her job so much easier. Then, I get a call to take the front desk for a few hours as Mom needs to go for her last check-up.
I was covering the desk, and a few kids from my school came by and wanted to rent a few rooms. I asked for I.D.s on anyone over twenty-one, a firm rule from the insurance company, and one of the guys was old enough, but they wanted me to comp them the rooms for free. So they were the ones who drew on me with the markers.
I picked up the baton, a gift from Big John, clicked the door lock closed going into the office, leaped the counter to lock the front door and say calmly. “I’ve seen the video that you shared of me; you guys fucking drew on me. I’m sorry you only brought five guys. I leave one of you to drive, but please swing at me.”
One brave soul reached for me from what he thought was my blind spot, but he was wrong. I let him hit me, and I hurt his wrist bad with the baton. After he did as another threw a punch. I spanked his wrist before his punch could touch me. Then, blocking two more swings, I flipped him, tossing him into two of his friends and making him scream. Finally, the football captain tried a kick. I caught his leg and cracked his knee, and broke his nose.
The last standing holds his hands up and says. “I knew how to drive.”
Holding his hands out, not wanting pain. I unlocked the door got their plate number went to the phone after they left, and called it in.
I say. “I am reporting a disturbance at the Sea Do Inn; they have left. No weapons were flashed, but they left. They had kegs in their car, I refused them a room, and they tried to fight me. So I let them leave rather than have to hurt them more.”
I pulled the video in the lobby and the parking lot to show what kind of car and sent it to the police, and I say. “They seemed drunk, but I’m no expert. They said they were going to a friend’s house after I turned them down on the room. They said they were going over to eighth and Broadway.”
That ought to fuck up their lives. Payback is a bitch, I did not break anyone too bad, but they are attacking me on tape, and I got even.
Mom left earlier to visit the Doctor, and she was due to get her hair cut afterward. Mom rushed back. Just as Big John and Susan pulled up, I don’t know how Mom knew. Susan winked at me, letting on she knew I had suckered them into a fight. Not knowing my role, Mom made a big deal, and she iced my one bruise to their eight or more on the other guys.
Susan and Mom talked about me cooking dinner later, Susan says, after Doug got here. “She had Chloe this weekend; we must make it another night. She did nothing about talking about him as if he is a hunk.”
Mom says. “Bring her any way we will call Suzy; he can cook for us and play his video games.”
I have not turned it on since dad died way too much to do. I never told Mom that I don’t play anymore. So I went and prepped dinner. I made fresh bread and sweet garlic butter. I had roasted vegetables, cabbage stuffed peppers with pine nuts and cactus, and an egg batter covering grilled lobster and steaks with a raw shrimp ceviche as an appetizer. The ladies arrived, and I made drinks and told them I drive them home after dinner as I felt no need to drink.
Dinner was a hit, as I was too. Chloe kept looking at me like I was a juicy burger with bacon. Finally, Susan pulled me aside and said. “I not going to make a big deal. She’s too young for you, but you must let her know you’re not that guy. Just say your heart is too broken from the event.”
We finished eating and were loading the dishwasher when the front counter intercom rang. “It’s your ex; she’s crying and says she’ll hurt herself if you don’t come out.”
Susan got her taser from her bag, and we went out; my Mom stayed behind with Suzy and Chloe. If Mom went, she hurt her for sure. It was a drunken rant; she and her Mom were staying with friends. Her Dads lawyer sold their home for their fees. The bail bondsmen got the cars as he ran but was caught. So my ex will be forced to work at a food store, live in a crap apartment, and drive a crappy car. I could not be happier.
I say. “You were talking to the wrong worm; honey, hit the road.”
We put Bobbie in a taxi, sending her home to god knows where and Chloe tried to give me solace, but I had to say. “Your too young for me, dear. I’m too broken up from her breaking my heart, and I told her she was not my type but you are hot.”
That worked as Mom and Sally were rocking out to some tunes by a band called the Band. They were pretty good. Mom did not play music much since Dad died. So I took the ladies home dropping Sally off first, and handed her cab fare to get to work.
I say. “Susan, I’ll be at the gym at six am. I can swing by and take you to the car before I hit the gym.”
Susan kissed me, and Chloe did too, but her Mom slapped her ass. I stopped at Jack and picked up tacos, burgers, and fries. Doug and I ate like teenagers that were. I entered the house; the lights were off, and something sexy was playing on the stereo. Rose petals leading to the master bedroom soft candles were all a glow as I saw Brenda spread out on the bed like she was giving herself to me. Rose petals were all around my Mom.
I swept up the pedals, blew out the candles, and pulled a sheet over us, wrapping my arms around you. You sigh in your sleep getting closer to me as your body conforms to mine. We are touching like man and Wife, not son and Mother. There will be time for that later; you’re giving your body to me now. I offer my heart to you, my love Brenda.
I woke hours later, an hour before the time to hit the front desk, when a hot mouth took my semi-hard cock, and it grew as I reached over my Mom’s, I mean Brenda’s, ass. My fingers tease everything I find there as you moan, as my fingers find your wetness.
You started talking in a voice that was half moaning and half need, you say. “I’m going to take my baby’s cherry, his virginity, with my pussy that gave birth to you, my darling. So we do this, and we are wed for life. I can’t cross this line with you if we do this as a one-time thing. You need to go to your room. If not, do our love proud.”
I say. “Brenda, my love, I would not have it any other way. Why do you think we just slept last night? It was so clear you offered your heart and soul to our love.”
My next move was an answer. As I pulled you down and my hardness, you winced once as my hardness was home in one slow stroke, a sin but home. Brenda teased my nipples as you kissed me; it was a few seconds before you started moving as your mouth got cold. Then, as you came as we moved faster in our dance, you have me. Made you a little louse but so good, so wet and hot our friction is what dreams are made of a sick sin, but damn, this is better than my hand by a factor of a thousand.
I feel you rocking on us; you move, gaining speed as the white foam drips out of you and scream out your second coming. I flip you over without slipping out, and I take control. You come again as my hands tease your nipples; you grab my neck in both hands, holding on as I pound you into the bed; you cut off my breathing with your two hands. My cock got so big as I came; my cum filled Brenda’s pussy making great lube. I pull you up on your knees as my cum, and your juices drip out of you, running down your legs as I slide inside you dogie, and we flash over into overdrive as I try to come a second time. I grab my Brenda by the neck, and I pull you up so we can kiss it makes my cock bend some as it rubs your asshole and the space between.
You passed out for a few seconds and woke to come, and you got so tight your pussy turned white hot as we were making sloppy sucking sounds like a plumber working a plunger in a stopped sink. I came as hard as you did. I knew hours had passed. We lay together, my cock throbbing still inside you as you, too, are throbbing. I can’t talk. I glanced at the clock, thinking it must have rung and we did not hear it, but it had only been thirty minutes of heaven.
We have a few before we need to get up. I run to the bathroom, pee, and bring back a warm wet washcloth and a dry towel. I clean your tender parts and dry you; you moan as if you love it. You take the rag from me and clean our cum off to me getting hard again.
My Mom says. “Damn, son, your dad never rocked my world that hard or that long, and you got a boner already, you Horn-dog you.”
We ate still naked as we fed each other eggs. I kissed you, and we went and got dressed, and I was off to the gym and my Mom to the front desk. We had a glow that spoke of good health. During my workout, I was pushed extra hard, showing my skills were improving. My lack of fear of getting hurt when it was gone. I asked the instructor how you keep the fear that your loved ones would get hurt if you were in a fight.
He looked at me and says. “You fight even harder, forgetting the fear or the outcome. Let their love for you be a shield. Son, you lived through it; you fought above your class. Where do you think that came from?”
I picked up a dozen roses, Brenda’s favorite. I dropped them off at the front desk, went to find Suzy, flipped the beds, checked the drains, and tuned the A.C. to a lower setting. We put up the summer sails to block the rooms from the hot sun but still give you a good gulf view. I finished the chores and did the pool as it was not on the list of things to do, but I was worried about my Mom’s feelings.
I know you have my heart, but sin has the effect of changing things. I hear your voice on the two-way lunch is ready, calling me into the office that you made lobster poorboy’s for us with last night’s leftovers. We sat at the desk eating as you held my hand; we both knew we were on camera. You take our plates into the kitchen; you call me in, and your legs wrap around me as your lips find mine.
I hear you say. “I had to be sure it was not a dream, or if it was a dream, it was one hell of a wet one.”
We kissed till the door chimed, someone coming in. I pulled my hard cock where it was not as out and proud going to the office to wait on a guest. It was an easy day; we took timeouts for a kiss. We were fully booked, and on one of the kissing breaks, you went to your knees and pulled my pants down as you hovered me up into your hot mouth. No doubt it was a dream, no, it’s real, and in my heart, this will last for as long as we are alive. If we move to a new place where no one knows us, could we be husband and Wife?
I lost my thought and say. “Take my cum, my Wife, my lover, my whore. I will be your slut in anything, Mother.”