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DESCRIPTION: A stay at a hotel turns into more than what Tabitha was expecting when a chance encounter with a young couple leads to some hard choices. Caught watching, Tabitha must do what she must do- for her boys. EXCERPT: Stacy then rose on her unsteady feet. Stepping completely out of her jeans, and her panties, she stood naked in the room with these three naked young men. She was covered in the sheen of her own sweat and the sweat from my boys, and she had a mix of their cum and her pussy juice dripping out of her little snatch and onto the dark blue-red checkered carpet of the hotel room. “Who are you?” she asked, suddenly looking directly at me. “I, uh,” I stammered. Why is it that every time I try and spy, I always keep getting caught? “That's my girlfriend,” Destin said, lying as naturally as a used car salesman. “You're girlfriend?” Kyle said, his eyes looking me over before staring into my own. He had the cold stare of a criminal almost, appraising me and what he could get from me. “Yeah,” Destin managed, his voice now sounding unsure, “My girlfriend, Tammy.” “Huh,” Kyle said, “Well Tammy, did you like watching your boyfriend fuck my girl, huh?” “Yes,” I admitted. What was this young stranger going to expect from me? “Huh,” Kyle said, “Well, D, you owe me, man.” “I owe you?” Destin asked. “Yeah, you do,” Kyle said, friendliness seemingly evaporating from his persona, “You got to fuck Stacy, so you owe me.” “I told you, we don't have any money,” Durrell said. “I don't want money,” Kyle said, looking at me in the eyes. “So what do you want?” I asked, as I stood on the kitchenette floor. “I only want what is fair,” Kyle stated, “You fucked Stacy- you both fucked Stacy- so now I get to fuck your girlfriend.” “I don't-” Destin began. “Look, man, this is going to go one of two ways,” Kyle said, his voice as cold as ice, “Either I am going to fuck Tammy here, or you are going to come up with some money. Nothing in life is free, D and D, nothing at all.” I didn't like the way this was going- not at all. I have a weakness for younger men, and I'll admit that to you. That doesn't mean every man that is younger than me is someone that I would fuck. Kyle wasn't fat, he wasn't ugly, but he was mean looking. Durrell was rough around the edges, but the difference between Durrell and this stranger was that Durrell didn't look like he would rob someone as soon as look at them. And I definitely did not want to fuck someone who was demanding it. Seeing his girlfriend sucking his cock as my boys fucked her was hot enough to make me cum- hey, I am a voyeur- but his order that I had to fuck him destroyed the slim chance he had at my pussy. If they had caught me while they were all fucking and sucking, I probably would have joined in. Now, though, I wanted to throw him and his little bitch out on the street. How dare he demand that I fuck him! “She doesn't have to do shit,” Durrell said. He was naked, but he had gotten off the couch; he wasn't going to let this street person come in here and start pushing me around! “No, mom, you don't,” Destin blurted.
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by Madame Gallivant
Published by Lot’s Cave
The Catcher In The Den No.4
For My Boys, © 2018, Madame Gallivant
Cover by Lot’s Cave
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
For My Boys
“Well that was a disappointment,” Destin said, as we got back in the car.
“I don't know what you expected,” I said, “Blacksburg is a small town, and it is a Sunday.”
“I know, mom,” Destin agreed, “I don't know what I was thinking. This town is just too small for me to go to school here.”
“Small towns aren't all bad,” Durrell added from his perch in the back seat.
“Maybe not,” Destin said, “So are we going to try and make it back home tonight?”
“You're dad said we could take as long as we needed,” I answered.
Not that it really makes a difference to Andrew- it wasn't like he would be missing me at home.
It was a cool spring evening, I was in the mountains of Virginia with my boys, and I was tired.
I was completely worn out. We had been in the car for what felt like an eternity, even if it really only was eight hours of driving (broken into two days). Of course, my fatigue wasn't simply from being on the road. It had a lot to do with the fact that this morning I had gotten one of the best fuckings of my life.
I stared at the boys, my two young men with their thick hard cocks and an endurance that never seemed to quit. They had pounded my pussy this morning, bringing me to pure pleasure, and the results of what they had left me still was deep inside my mature body. I had left their cum inside of me all day, and while I probably should be more careful, I enjoyed the feeling of both of them still being partially inside of me.
“Are you ready to go home?” I asked, smiling at them.
Yes, that had been some great sex!
“Not really,” Destin said, unconvincingly.
“Ok,” I said, “I'm not keeping you from something more important, am I?”
“No, mom,” Destin said.
“What about you, Durrell?” I asked, “Is Karen going to be mad if you are back late?”
“No,” Durrell said, with a slight frown.
I bet she wouldn't like the fact that I had just fucked her boyfriend- she may have been the woman to fully break him in, but that hadn't kept him from sticking that hard young cock of his inside of me!
“Ok,” I said, “I just wanted to make sure.”
“So what do you want to do now, mom?” Destin asked, “Go to a motel?”
“A motel?” I laughed, “Already?”
They are young, and they are probably ready for a second round, but I am sore.
I wasn't completely opposed to the idea, and tonight I probably would be fucking them both, but right now I still needed a break. I wanted more, but first things first.
Ah, the energy of youth.
“Why don't we drive around and see if anything looks interesting?” I suggested.
Unfortunately, the only thing that this small Virginia city seemed to have going for itself was its college. Blacksburg was similar to the way that Murfreesboro had been a few years ago. It was a stop on the interstate with a few motels and fast food places and a university. It wasn't an unattractive place- quite the contrary, it was beautiful- but it wasn't a place that would hold the interest of most people for too long, unless they were going to school here or simply looking for a place to bed down for the night.
After driving around for a bit, and noticing that the boys had withdrawn into the games on their cellphones, I decided that it was time to go to a motel. We could drive home tomorrow, or we could go somewhere else, but right now the thing that seemed most enticing was a hot shower and a warm bed. I enjoyed being filled with cum, but the sweaty smell of sex that clung to my body had grown stale.
“Bored yet, mom?” Destin asked me suddenly, looking up from his game.
“No,” I said in the same tone he had used a little while ago, “Well, not bored. But I could use a shower.”
“I bet,” Durrell said, laughing.
“Let's see if we can try and find a motel,” I said, hopefully, “We can all get showers, get cleaned up, and then maybe we can find something to do tomorrow instead of just driving back home.”
“We still have school in the morning,” Destin said.
“I don't think that missing one day of classes will hurt your grades too bad,” I said.
The internet is a double edged sword; it can make almost anything easier, but by the same token, it can make things more difficult as well.
Normally, finding a motel room by using one of the many sites for that purpose online makes booking a place far simpler than it used to be. You simply log in to an app or a website, type in where you are and what you are looking for, pay, and pick up the key when you arrive. I hadn't booked a motel room in a few years, but this modern simplicity has been around for a while now.
Unfortunately, this also makes it easier for other people to do exactly the same thing. I looked through the best known site, and everything that was under a hundred and fifty dollars was already taken for the evening. Either some event was taking place in town, or this just happened to be a major stopping point on the interstate. I tried a second site, and then a third site, but to no avail. Outside, the light was starting to fade, and the idea of trying to drive through the mountains tonight was not particularly appealing to me.
“Mom, I could use a shower too,” Destin agreed.
“I know,” I said, “It seems like all of the rooms are booked.”
“We could try and find something on the main stretch,” Durrell suggested, “Sometimes the older motels aren't always on the sites.”
“Yeah, and those places a lot of times are really nasty,” I frowned.
“Not always,” he said, “When I traveled with my dad last summer, we drove all over the country and we stayed at a lot of those motels.”
“If you think you can find a place, be my guest,” I said.
Durrell seemed to have a natural sense of direction; he told me where to turn, and soon we were in an older part of town. Not a bad area really, but definitely not the area that the interstate traffic would normally see. This was the part of town that had been the tourist or motel district before the highway had been built, but that had been a long time ago.
“That places looks ok,” Durrell said, “Why don't we try in there?”
Durrell pointed to an older style motor court hotel. The building was painted blue and white and a garish shade of pink, with rooms that each had their own outer doors painted a variety of seemingly random colors. The parking lot was in need of repair, and there were a dozen or so older vehicles parked in front of the first floor rooms.
My expensive car with out of state plates stuck out among these jalopies like a sore thumb. I didn't really feel comfortable even parking in this lot, let alone staying here tonight. If any of these cars would be broken into, logic said that the prospective thieves would target a shiny black luxury car over a junker mini-van on it's last legs.
“Durrell, I don't know,” I said, “This place looks really run down.”
“It's not that bad,” he reassured me, “Me and my dad stayed in worse.”
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