Thanksgiving - Gone Terribly Wrong

Last year, my husband passed away expectedly. This year would be the first Thanksgiving without him. As such, I decided to travel to my son at his college. I booked a hotel and arrived on Tuesday night. I checked in and went to bed.

The next day was spent with my son. He ended up staying in my hotel room with me. I had gotten emotional and he wasn’t comfortable leaving me alone. He comforted me with some hugs and lite neck rub before room service came. As he rubbed my neck, his hands found my back, grazing the sides of my heavy boobs. His touch gave me an unexpected reaction between my legs. I moved to allow him greater access. He took it by rubbing my belly under my heavy boobs. He got bold and went for it, grabbing my right boob first. He took my left in his other hand. I was lost. He was wrapped around me. My hormones were on fire. I turned my head up towards him and I kissed him. Room service broke this up for a short time.

We spent the evening in my bed. There was lots of kissing, lots of hand play and an amazing amount of oral. We finished by having sex. I hadn’t had anyone cum inside of me in so many years.

That night I laid in my bed tormented by what had happened. I took two showers but both led to me making my pussy cum while the hot water cleaned my skin.

The next day was a terrible excuse for a parent. We went to the harbor for Thanksgiving lunch and immediately went back to my hotel room to continue what had started the previous night. This time was different - his youth, fitness, pure sexual desire and strength took control over me. He fucked me today - it wasn’t just sex. We never left the room on Friday. He finally left my room on Saturday evening around 5:00, after fucking me on and off all day.

I travelled home early Sunday morning. I am home and I found my way into his room. I am in his bed writing this. I do not know how Christmas break will be, but I have a few weeks to get ready for it.