After her husband passes out after drinking at the hotel, Mom meets a stranger on her way to the pool. The pool is closed but he invites her to the hotel pool next door. As he takes advantage of the situation, they find out that her husband is now awake and watching them from his room. Mom soon realizes she’s actually a MILF.

The water in the hotel hot tub feels perfect on your feet and lower legs as the shadow passes in front of your face, eclipsing the light. You see my thick member in front of you as I stand on the tile bench. The perfect height and position to take your mouth. My hand grabs you by the hair and you find yourself, a married woman with kids, opening your lips to receive my very hard cock.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Well not exactly anyway.

It was supposed to be a weekend getaway – yes. A time you and your husband could spend away from both kids and responsibilities. A chance to be a woman again, to have some fun, an orgasm or two, and to feel desired.

Your husband had other plans. For him, it was the opportunity to see a football game outside of the city. After your long drive, the first thing he did was hit the bar and find a new group of friends to get drunk with. 

You were in the lounge with him now, surrounded by loud guys in numbered jerseys making crude jokes and discussing the relative merits of each team’s defensive pass rush. 

You wore the nice black dress that you hoped would enhance a nice evening out together. A few of the guys were leering at you, waiting for any opportunity where you might bend over and reveal some cleavage. You had no interest in them. Even if you were the kind who would cheat on your man it wouldn’t be with any of them. 

Bored with the conversation, you look around the lounge. Through a sea of jerseys, you see me in my dress shirt and khakis finishing up dinner and talking to a beautiful woman in a cute red outfit. You watch as I talk and then listen intently to the lady beside me. You wonder what life would be like with someone like that. 

Your husband’s voice interrupts. “Go up and get me a beer hun, actually how many of you guys are ready for another?”  

The order is now 4 beers. Seems like you’re the waitress now. 

As you drag your way to the bar, you see I’ve moved from my table and am standing beside you waiting to pay for my meal. 

“Well hello there,” I say. “I must say I’m glad YOU’RE not wearing a football shirt. That dress is much more fetching.”

You blush and look away while saying thank you. You hear more shouts from your husband’s party and a few off-color comments. You feel embarrassed.

“I’m sorry if they’re loud and a bit crude,” you say. “I hope they didn’t interfere with your romantic dinner.”

“Absolutely not,” I replied. “And it wasn’t a romantic dinner, just a business meeting.” I consider something and then say “On the other hand, had I been dining with you, I wouldn’t have wanted any distraction at all.”

Your heart pounds and you look into my eyes. You can tell I’m the gentleman in public but something else entirely in private. My focus at the moment is completely on you. It makes you warm and tingly and you feel yourself getting wet. 

“Hey, where are those drinks?!” You hear your husband yell from his table.

Our gaze breaks as you look away and then look back at me a moment later. When you speak your voice is soft and sexy. It’s THAT voice. “It was a pleasure meeting you, I’d better get back.”

You walk the beers to the table and turn around. I’m gone. But my energy remains – like waking from a vivid dream.  

Over the next two hours, you endure constant drinking and shouting, although you yourself remain sober. You eventually accompany your husband upstairs to the room and realize he will be good for absolutely nothing for the rest of the night. 

He had promised you’d go swimming. The hotel has a beautiful pool and you had taken the time to pack your bathing suit and a see-through wrap. You look good in it and are excited to wear it, but not for him. Not tonight. He was done. 

As expected, he collapses on the bed still in his clothes, and begins to snore. You look at the clock. Would the pool be open at this time of night? You don’t know but you decide to go down and see. After all, you had endured hours of boredom and embarrassment most of the night. This was supposed to be YOUR holiday too. The least you can do is go for a swim.

Looking at yourself in the mirror as you put your bathing suit on, you smile at your reflection. Sure there have been a few changes since your early 20s, kids and age would do that. However, your overall shape is definitely feminine and that’s what counts. Even if no one sees you tonight, being able to feel that confidence wearing something so tight feels good.

The pool is only a couple of floors down. There’s no need for a robe or even shoes, although you decide on a pair of flip flops.

The hall is empty as you approach the pool area. But the lights are dim and there’s a sign on the door.

“Shit,” you say to yourself. “It’s closed.”

You hear a pinging sound and the elevator door opens. A well-dressed figure comes out into the hall and walks towards you. You realize it’s me.

“Well good evening,” you hear me say. “Hoping to get a swim?”

Your face turns red as you watch my eyes glide up and down your body. I’m taking a mental picture that will last a long time.  

Then you remember the moment in the mirror and think, “Yeah, let him look. Let him see exactly what he wants.”

As I look at you, you imagine me going back to my room and jerking off to your image. Then you think about how wonderful it would be to lie on your own bed in your own room, playing with yourself as you think about me and my desire for you. It’s not a bad thought. If you can’t have a swim, at least you can end the day with some self-love and an orgasm.

“Yeah, it’s closed,” you reply. “Besides it’s late, I probably shouldn’t be out of my room.”

“Where’s your husband?” I ask. “Sleeping it off?”

You look into my eyes wondering if you should answer this. 

“Yes,” you admit. “Not exactly the holiday away from the kids that we’d planned.”

“Ah, don’t let that get you down,” you hear me say. “The pool is still open at my hotel next door for another hour or so. I was going to indulge myself. Say why don’t you join me? It will help you sleep better so you can enjoy the day tomorrow.”

I certainly had a way of selling an idea. If I had been just a bit more sexual the answer would have been no. But I made the opportunity seem fun, harmless, the thing to do… Why not?

“If I’m going outside,” you say. “I should probably go up and put a bathrobe on.”

“Don’t worry about it. From side door to side door, it’s about ten steps. Plus it’s dark. You’d be comfortable doing it naked.”

That phrase makes you tingle. The decision hangs heavy. You aren’t the type to play around. On the other hand, you’re desperate for some kind of fun and maybe it will just be innocent. 

And then again maybe it won’t. For a moment, you make up your mind to quietly go back to your room and play out the scenario in your head while you get yourself off. 

But then you picture your husband drunk and snoring on the bed. It would be a total mood killer.

“Okay,” you hear yourself say. “Lead on. But no funny business. I’m a married mom.”

I reply with, “Your desire will be my guide.”

Fuck, you think, did I always have the right words? You look into my eyes and at that moment you know I will be difficult to refuse.

We scamper through the warm September night a few steps to the hotel next door. I produce my plastic card, place it beside the door and it opens. We’re in a hallway right next to the pool room. It says “open” and there’s no one inside.

“Wait,” you say. “How about you? You’re hardly dressed for the pool.” 

I motion down the corridor. “My room is right over there. But first…”

I open the windowed door and let us in. I realize there’s a shade on it with the words, Pool closed. I pull it down, then lock the door. 

“We don’t need any unexpected visitors,” I say. Then you watch as I grab a towel and place it over the security camera. “I also don’t like being watched when I swim.”

“Won’t they be curious and investigate?” you ask.

“If they do and find the shade down, they’ll just figure someone’s already closed it up for the night. We have the whole place to ourselves.”

The room was humid and smelled of chlorine with a high ceiling, some lounge chairs, and a modest-sized pool. Next to the pool was a hot tub which was partially surrounded by long palm leaves to give it some privacy and a tropical feel. The far side wall was a massive window to let the sun in during the day. Now, at night, with no lights on in the rooms of the hotel next door, there was simply the blackness of privacy.

You wade in the water and swim towards the deep end, holding on to the pool edge once you get there. You look back at me and notice my shirt is off 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“I didn’t pack a swimsuit,” I say casually. 

You’re not sure what to do, so you turn away and say, “Okay, I won’t peek.”

You hear the splash and hear me swimming towards you. You turn around just as I arrive. I place my hands on either side of you trapping you at the edge of the pool.

“Isn’t this a nicer holiday for Mom?” I say. “Finally, she can relax, be a woman and not have to be in charge of others anymore.”

The words hit you with their truth. 

You look into my eyes and feel yourself shaking despite the warmth of the water. For a second modesty hits. Part of your swimsuit has ridden up between your legs. You reach down to pull it over and your hand brushes something. 

“Is that you!” you hear yourself say.  

Reflexively you reach your hand out and grab my shaft. I’m hard and thick. You give me a squeeze and a bit of a gentle tug then realize what you’re doing and stop. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” you say. “ You just surprised me. I thought you’d be swimming in underwear.”

I smile the smile of the devil and kiss you full on the lips. The warm dance of my mouth sends stars in front of your eyes. I pull myself towards you, pressing my erection against your stomach. 

“Do you have any idea how hot you look Mom?” you hear me say. “I was eyeing you in the bar, thinking about bending you over that table and fucking you mercilessly.”

Still shaking, you grip onto the edge of the pool just a little harder. Without thinking, you start to explore me with your other hand. Reaching down towards my balls and feeling them against your fingers, then sliding your hand over my hips and exploring the curve of my ass. I kiss you again. 

“You’re shaking”, I say. ‘And the deep end is a bit awkward isn’t it? Let’s retire to the hot tub for a bit and get to know each other.

You watch as I swim to the ladder and get out, lightly touching yourself as you see my naked ass and get a glimpse of my full aroused member as I turn around to help you up. Hand in hand we walk the few steps to the hot tub and get in. 

We both sit on the ledge, for now, feet on the tile bench immersed in the hot water. 

“This is all very flattering,” you say. “but I really shouldn’t,” You think once again about rushing back to your own room and cumming with your fingers, but again the image of what will meet you there is disappointing. 

“Perhaps you shouldn’t,” I respond. “But having pent-up desires isn’t healthy either. The desire to be treated like the wonderful slut you can be – with the right man. A man to take you, probe you, ravage you, taste you, and get off on you.”

I look you in the eye for a response.

“But I’m a mom,” you whisper. 

“You’re A MILF,” I say. “And you’re a mom who deserves to be well and truly fucked.”

I peel down the straps of your swimsuit, and you find yourself helping me do it. You feel a tingle as you see my response to your bare breasts. A gasp, the touch of my hands as I caress them. And then my voice as you hear me say.

“Oh my God you’ve got great Mom tits.” 

“Mom tits?” you giggle. 

“Fuck yeah, I say. ”The way they hang and they jiggle make me fucking hard.”

I wrap my arm around you to brace you and lean in for another delicious kiss as you feel my hand caress and manhandle your breast. You inhale sharply as I pinch your nipple, then do it again even harder. You shift your weight and I realize you’re getting horny.

I pull away to look at your face as I pinch your nipple again. You squint, then look at me with the most magical expression in your eyes.”

“My husband never pinches them hard enough,” you say. 

I slide my fingers between your legs and find you drenched. 

“Mmmm Mom’s nice and smooth,” I say. “She was all ready to be a horny bitch for her man.”

“Well I did have hopes,” you counter. 

“But you never expected ME,” I say. 

I make you lean back on the pool deck, your legs still partly in the tub. I kneel on the bench between your thighs. I’m mostly immersed now, but I know I’ll taste your true flavor through the steam and the chlorine.

My tongue strokes you in the most glorious of ways and your suddenly hyper-aware of what you’re doing. What had started as a wholesome outing away from the kids has turned into something different entirely. As my tongue penetrates you for a good taste you look down to see my face pressed between your legs as my hands slide up your body to your breasts. You thank God you’re not too tall, as my fingers reach your nipples and pinch them just enough to send extra waves of pleasure rolling through your system. 

This stranger is devouring your womanhood as no other man has ever done before. With each shift and wiggle you make, I make a corresponding shift and note how you’re enjoying it. You’ve never had a man who’s paid this sort of attention to you. I’m totally focused on your pleasure. A wave begins to rise and you feel like you could cum already. Just the scene, the situation, knowing that I want you this badly.. is driving you crazy.

But something is holding you back. You’re embarrassed about cumming, certainly in a stranger’s mouth. You’re not sure what to do. I feel your hesitation and pull back. You down into my wild eyes.

“Mom tastes pretty fucking awesome,” You hear me say. “Now she needs to be fucked.”

You watch as I stand up on the bench. It’s the perfect angle as my cock is level between your legs. You squirm out of what’s left your swimsuit and look at my cock, rock hard and pointed in your direction.

“Does mom want to get fucked by this stranger?” you hear me ask.

“Yes,” you say with a quiet breathlessness.

I lean over and pinch your nipples again, you see stars in the nicest of ways. 

“I didn’t hear you, Mom.”

“Fuck me,” you hear yourself say “Right now, right here, I need you.”

As you lack back on the pool deck your legs now raised up in my arms, you feel the head of my penis slide around between your legs as I tease you before completely sliding in.

You breathe in quickly and as you do so you happen to glance upwards through the palm trees. You’d forgotten that one side of the pool room is all windows and that it faces your OWN hotel. All of the room lights had been out ever since we had come in, but now there was one on the third floor that had been turned on. Your floor.

You gasp again as I slide in completely and pause for a moment to throb inside you. 

“How does mom like this stranger’s hard cock?” I ask.

Your eyes roll back…. You’re not sure of this now, despite how amazing it feels. You look back up and see a shadow stagger to the window. It’s your husband. He must have woken from his drunken slumber. He’s drinking a glass of water, although he can barely coordinate getting it to his lips. 

You do a quick calculation and realize that there’s no way he can properly see your face. The palm leaves are practically next to you, meaning you can see through them clearly but your own face is fully obscured – not that he’s likely to recognize you from this far away and in the state he’s in.

You feel the pinching of your nipples again and watch your Mom tits shake and jiggle under my fingers as I fuck your pussy hard. You look up and see your husband has noticed what’s going on in the pool. He leans on the window sill staring, trying to focus on this pornographic scene in front of him. Some MILF getting her mom-bod fucked mercilessly by some stud at the pool. Except he has no idea that MILF is you. 

You feel my balls slam against your ass and hear the sound of the smacks of flesh and the splashing water, but your attention is in two places at once. Your husband’s arm is moving and you can tell he’s stroking his cock, although he’s probably still too drunk to do anything with it.

You meditate on being unwilling porn for your husband. He’s finally paying attention to you, although he doesn’t know it’s you and that you’re being fucked by another man. For a moment, you’re out of the experience as well as into it.

Feeling detached from your emotions you now realize how incredibly dirty it all is. You look at me furiously fucking you and realize you don’t want this now. Why did you do it? How did you go from being a conservative everyday mom to a total submissive whore? You want to call out for me to stop, but the twisted nature of what we’re doing somehow turns you on even more. You remember your husband’s neglect. The disappointment at the bar. Treating you like a waitress.

 He was the one who put the wheels in motion and now he was getting what he deserved. Unwittingly watching his own cuckold porn. 

You find yourself thinking in the third person. It’s not you being fucked anymore, but this woman in your body. A woman who is being tricked by a stranger.

The more she realizes she doesn’t want this, the more the situation turns her on. The orgasm she’s been holding back seems inevitable. Cumming would be a tacit agreement that she’s enjoying this, despite not wanting it. What would that mean? And how would that feel?

At this moment she is simply a slutty instrument of desire, her sexual actions getting two different men off in different ways. 

Her orgasm pushes forward into the moment with one of the most powerful bursts she’s ever felt. Looking up at her husband’s reaction in the window she comes hard and feels the release of an internal jet that she realizes in arousal and horror is spraying this stranger’s pelvis

Exhausted and breathing heavy, she pushes him away slightly with her foot and watches him pull out, cock drenched with her fluids and still hard. 

Oh my God, I’m so sorry about that,” you hear her say, not realizing what you’re apologizing for. 

That’s okay. Not a bad orgasm for a woman who’s been distracted.” 

“My husband has been watching…”

I glance up and see the man and can tell he is still stroking although he’s wobbling and can barely stand.

“Thank God he can’t see your face with these palm trees.”

“We need to stop.”

“You can’t now,” I reply. “You’ll need to wait until he passes out again. He probably won’t even remember this when he wakes up. Besides, Mom doesn’t want to be selfish now, does she? There’s one last person she needs to take care of” 

I pull a palm leaf in front of you as I press forward and slide my cock in your mouth. It’s hard and tastes like you. Then you remember again that it’s a stranger’s cock and it has just given you an orgasm. You are expected to give one back. Even though you’re not into it anymore, you know the other woman inside you can handle it. 

Ok. Mom let’s see what you’ve got…” I say as I grab your hair and smack my cock against your face. “Oh my God you have such a pretty face, let me rub my dick all over it. Oh yeah…Keep your lips closed for a bit, I want to rub up against them… Oh my GOD….they feel so good. Oh Jesus my head is getting gooey, look at that coating your lips. Give me a kiss Mom.” 

I continue, “Mmmmm…. Okay look up at me and stick your tongue out. That’s it. Oh yes, let me swirl my wet cock around your tongue. Mmmm keep looking at me. I want you to know how much this turns me on. Oh yeah…. You’ve got me so turned on. In a second I’m going to go all in and start fucking your face. I want you to make a tight seal and suck as hard as you can as I thrust into you okay?”

As I begin youur head starts to bob back and forwards furiously. 

The actions continue to detach you from yourself, as you picture the other woman inside you getting her mouth fucked, the picture of obscenity as this man’s balls bounce off her chin and she opens her throat to take him. 

She fondles them and they feel heavy on her fingers. How much would he cum? Her husband had never cum in her mouth. It seemed too intimate, too dirty. She wants to say something, but can’t. 

I change my strategy, keeping your head still now as I stroke my cock furiously with my hand in a punching motion towards your face, though I’m too careful to make contact.

You picture her again, the slutty mom in the room, passive and submissive as the stranger jerks furiously into her mouth and her husband watches next door.

Glancing up at the window is challenging. She has to look upwards and to the right. She can still see her husband in the window. He has moved closer, now leaning on the frame to keep upright. He is pumping as furiously as I am, as he watches this mysterious slutty woman getting her mouth ravaged by a stranger. 

Then, the alcohol getting hold of him, he staggers back out of view. He’s likely fallen on the bed passed out.  

You’re back to reality again. It’s you being taken and not the other woman in your body. You’re ready to stop and tell me to cum on your chest. But you feel my grip increasing and my stroke quicken. 

“Ok Mom, it’s time to get what you deserve. I’ve been waiting my whole night for this. Suck it mom suck it mom suck it momm….. Yeah yeah ohhhhh!!!!

The blasts quickly cover your tongue as they glance off the roof of your mouth. A strong, pungent, and highly intimate taste. My hand is still on my shaft, but pumping slowly now. With each pull I take, you feel what’s left of my cum overflowing your mouth and dribbling down your chin. 

You look up at me briefly and make eye contact as I release you. You turn a shade of purple from embarrassment, but notice the intense look of satisfaction on my face. It’s an image you’ll remember the next time you play. You wonder how you look, cum streaming down your chin. The slutty pornographic mom. You. 

The main lights suddenly turn off. They must be on a timer. The room is now bathed in darkness except for the small lights in the pool itself. 

 Finally, there’s cover, and safety. You dunk your face into the hot tub to clean up but at the last moment hesitate to spit in the pool. Instead, you swallow, feeling the thick sperm as it slowly slides down your throat. You’ve just swallowed a stranger. Another thing off the unintentional bucket list. 

When your face emerges from the water you feel my kiss, it’s gentle, seductive and kind. With the orgasm out of me, I’m calmer now. We sit together in the warmth of the water with my arm around you. You finally allow yourself to relax.

“So mom, how was that?” I asked. “Did you enjoy your stranger?”

“It was horrible and… kind of amazing. I don’t know.”

You feel me caress your face and hair. “I’d say it worked out well. Both you and your husband had an experience tonight. You just know the full truth.”

“What sort of person am I?” you ask.

I kiss you again. “A human being. Just like all of us. With conflicting desires, and inhibitions. This will be our secret. A memory you can pull from the pack whenever you need to spice things up by yourself or with HIM.”

“And you?” you ask. 

“I want to thank you for sharing your beautiful self tonight. You’re a desirable woman on so many levels. I know this isn’t something you’d normally do – so I’m flattered you did with me.”

Kissing you again I say, “I’ll remember every naughty detail for a long time.”

After a few minutes of sitting with our arms around each other, you come back to reality, “Look I’d better go. Where’s my bathing suit?”

You swish around the water in the dim light until you find it. Part of it is stuck in the intake, so you pull.

 RIIIIP. It ends up in two pieces.

“Oh my God!” you exclaim. “How am I going to get back?”

I calm you down and tell you to wait there. I’ll get you a robe from my room. You watch my naked ass as I leave, wondering if I’ll come across anyone as I walk down the hall. You imagine how embarrassing that would be. 

I come back with the robe and put it over you as you grab what’s left of your bathing suit, phone and see-through wrap, stuffing them all in the large pockets. There’s one thing missing though, the plastic hotel key. You look around and then find it on the floor near the door.

“Do you want me to come back with you?” I ask. 

“No that will seem too weird,” you say, “But thank you for the robe. “If I see you tomorrow….and I’m with my husband…”

“No worries Gorgeous,” I reply kissing you again. “I understand”

You scamper across the lawn to your building and as you reach the side door you notice it propped open, probably by an employee on a cigarette break. The lobby is empty as you stride in to get to the elevator, incredibly conscious you’re naked underneath that robe. The last thing you’d want is to run into those football dudes.

As the elevator doors open, an older couple walks in with you and exchanges pleasantries. They act as if nothing is wrong, and why should they, you see people with robes on in hotels all the time.

“Floor Dear?” says the old gentleman. You respond and he hits the button. 

At the second floor, they get out. You’re alone now. As the doors close and you look at your reflection in the mirror you notice something. The name of the hotel on the robe! My hotel, not yours!

If your husband sees you in this, you realize you’re done for. But what can you do? Of course, you do have the torn swimsuit which at least gives you an excuse for being naked. 

Chances are he’s sleeping, so walking in naked is less of a problem than coming in with evidence you’d been somewhere else. 

As the elevator doors slide open on your floor you look out into the hallway. There’s no one around. Your room is three doors down the hall. Not too far. 

With your room key and tattered swimsuit in hand, you drop the robe in the elevator and scamper on your tiptoes to the room, totally and completely naked. 

The tremendous sound of snoring fills the air. “Good. He’s asleep,” you think. 

You press your key to the sensor but it beeps red. You try again. Same result. You look at the card and realize you’ve taken my key and not yours!

You debate pounding on the door, but you know he won’t hear you and it will just attract attention you very much don’t want right now. 

Desperate to get your robe, you run back to the elevator just in time to watch it close and move off your floor. You’re about to text me then realize your phone is still in the pocket!

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