A Hotel with Mum

Me and my mum had been driving for hours. We were driving across the country so mum could attend a business conference and I had gone with her to keep her company. Normally my sister, Alison, went with mum on these sort of trips but she had a ballet show back home so I had gone instead. I didn’t mind, I enjoyed spending time with my mum.

Finally we arrived at the hotel. We checked in and went up to our room. Because it was a work trip mum’s firm had paid for the whole thing and put us up in a very nice hotel. It was a large, double twin room. Two double beds each with it’s own dresser, night stand and wardrobe. There was a large sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a a TV on a stand in front of that. In the corner there was a table with four chairs around it. I dumped my travel bag on one of the beds, mum did the same. “What do you want to do for dinner, David?” Mum asked me “We could go out or order room service.”
“I’ve never ordered room service before, that sounds fun.”
“Good idea, it was a long drive and staying in will be much easier. I’ll order us a bottle of wine as well.” Mum used the room phone to call and order our dinner. Whilst she was on the phone I checked out the rest of the room. We had an en suite just as luxurious as main room. It had a large walk in shower, a large bath tub and two sinks in front of a big mirror.
“The bathroom’s really nice,” I said to mum just as she hung up the phone “I think a hot bath is in order.”
“That sounds like a great idea. Dinner will only be ten minutes so you should wait until after though.”

Our food turned up promptly along with the bottle of Chardonnay mum ordered. Mum opened the wine straight away and poured a glass for each of us. We sat at the table and ate our dinner. Mum told me about the conference she had in the morning, I listened but her work always seemed very boring to me. I told mum about how I was getting on at college, mum seemed more interested than I was. Soon our glasses were getting empty and mum poured more wine for both of us. “What about girls?” She asked as she put the wine bottle down.
“What? What do you mean?” I had always been very open with my mum and I didn’t have any problem talking to her about girls but there really wasn’t a lot to talk about.
“Well…are you seeing anyone?”
“No. Not lately.”
“Anyone you want to be seeing?”
“Yeah, just about every girl I meet.” We both laughed.

For the rest of dinner the conversation stayed mostly on my love life, something my mum had always been interested in, and combined with the wine my mind was wandering. When I had said ‘every girl’ I’d meant it and I couldn’t help but admire mum while we talked. Because it’d been a driving day mum wasn’t dressed up but she still looked hot. Her brown hair was in a loose ponytail. She wore a loose grey sweater and some old jeans. A few years ago I’d started noticing my mum was hot. She was hot even in her comfy clothes. Ever since then I’d been checking her out at every opportunity, I’d even fantasied about her more than a few times.

We finished our meal and mum poured the last of the wine into our glasses “Oh dear, I’d better order another bottle.” Mum used the phone to call room service while I went in to the en suite and started running a bath.
“Do you want to go first?” I asked mum.
“It’s a big tub, we could share if you wanted.”
“What?