NEW STORY by R. Hawk: The Date

[R. Hawk]

This story contains sexual content, and more than likely it includes
incest, if any of this bothers you, your answer is simple don't read
this. If however, you enjoy this kind of thing, enjoy. Note, this
piece is entirely fictious, none of the events ever happened, and the
characters are all from the void of creativity.

Please note this piece is copyrighted and also please don't make any
changes to it, this story took I don't know, it has taken years to get
to the point that it has.

ALSO AS IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION ONE/SOME OF THESE STORIES HAVE
SOMEHOW GOTTEN INTO ARCHIVES THAT ARE BEING PASSED AROUND ON THE NET I
HAVEN'T AUTHORIZED, WHOEVER YOU ARE PLEASE STOP!

And any comments, please, I'd like to hear them, send them to
ha...@oanet.com

Just one more thing ENJOY!!!!

Others stories posted so far
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Farm Help -- A brother takes a leave of absence to help out at his
sisters farm and learns what being the man of the house really means

Kathy's Deal -- Kathy makes a deal with the devil (her mother) for the
date of a lifetime.

The Date -- Kenny and his Mom go out on a date, which leads to....

Carlson Series posted so far
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The Carlson Series is a series that involves a fairly incestous
family, that developes over a number of novels. It spans so far over
at least 600 years, and goes towards science fiction.

It should be noted that the Carlson series was began more than six
years ago, and the Carlson's have become quite distinct.

This is a suggestion that you don't have to follow but the stories
make more sense if you do, the list below is the actual order in the
time line.

If you don't have a previous version, send me an e-mail message and
I'll have the one that you're missing to you within two days, and you
can read it in order. Which is the better way.

The ony one that really doesn't need to be read is Sandi's Story, it
can be read complete on it's own at any time.

Sandi's Story -- Introduces Sandi's involvement with her father and
her struggles to get him to agree with her point of view.

Jake and Christa's Story -- This introduces the begining of the
Carlson family. This story here.

Dick, Sandi and Daniel's Story -- This introduces the starting
relationship between the very first Carlson's and the line of the
Carlson's.

Sandra and Paul's Story -- This is the story of the oldest kids of
the first generation of children.

Jessica and Dick's Story -- This story involves Dick and his sister,
and follows the lead from Sandra and Paul's Story.

Liza, Daniel, Jessica and Dick's Story -- This story involves the
relationship between the head Carlson and Liza

Rebeca, Sandra, and Paul's Story -- This story brings Rebeca back
into the fold for good, unfortunately it's not as long as the others,
but I can't think of anything else for them.

THE DATE
by
R. Hawk

"Kenny," Martina said poking her head through her son's bedroom door.

"Mom!!!"

"All right, all right, I'm sorry. Ken," she corrected, mentally
kicking herself. Since Kenny...Ken, had turned sixteen he wanted to
be treated like a...man, not her little boy. It was a hard concept
for her to accept, even if Ken was taller than her, and becoming more
and more of a handsome man every day. Her son was turning into a
regular hunk, while Martina herself at thirty-five was still a beauty,
with her thirty-four, twenty-eight, thirty-two measurements, her firm
tits, and tight ass it wasn't surprising that her son was on the good
looking side. "I'd like to ask you something."

"What? And next time...knock before you come in."

"I will. I'm going to fly down to San Fransisco for the weekend of
the twenty fourth on business, I was wondering if you would like to
come with me?"

"San Francisco? What are you going there for?"

"Just for a meeting on Friday, then I thought I'd just take the
weekend off and enjoy it. What do you think, want to go?"

"What about Dad?"

"He's going to go fishing for the weekend."

"And you didn't think that maybe I'd like to go fishing?"

"You don't like fishing."

"Well, still.... There's no harm in asking?"

"All right which would you like to do, go to your grandmother's for
the weekend, go with your Dad fishing, or go with me to San
Francisco?"

"Can't I stay over at Mark's house?"

"No, it's got to be one of those three Kenn...Ken. So which is it?"

"I guess I'll go with you."

"All right, then make sure you pack a bag by then. You've only got
two weeks."

Two Weeks Later....

"This is going to be great Ken, just you and me for the entire
weekend," Martina said leaning over towards Ken and rubbing her
fingers through his hair.

"Moooommmmmm! Don't do that!"

"I'm sorry, look, I'll drop you off at the hotel, you get us a room
and settle in and I'll be back before you know it. Then we'll go have
dinner together ok?"

"Sure. But let's get a place with a pool, huh. So I can go swimming
while your gone."

"I've already got the reservations made, but I think there is a pool.
But I'm not sure if you should go swimming right away. Maybe you
should just watch some tv and wait for me."

"Mom!"

"All right, you can go down to the pool, but don't go anywhere else,
and leave the key at the desk so that you don't lose it. And make
sure they know that I'm coming so that they can give me the other
key."

"Yes Mom," Ken groaned as they pulled up to the front door of the
motel.

"Here, take this," Martina said giving him her credit card. "Rent the
room, ok?"

"I know what to do Mom, give me a little credit."

"All right, I'll see you in about an hour and a half OK Ken?"

"Yes Mom!"

"Will you make sure that these get up to the room," Martina said
handing the bellboy ten dollars hauling out the two suitcases."

"Yes Maam," the bellboy replied. Then as he walked through the door
of the hotel with her son she studied his body, 'My god what am I
thinking about, he isn't that much older than Ken! But god is he
cute....'

An Hour and Fourty-Three Minutes Later....

"Ken!" Martina called towards the center of the pool standing near the
edge.

"Mom, you're back already?"

"Ken, I'm late. I'm getting kind of hungry, so are you ready to go?"

"I guess," Ken sighed moving towards the stairs and then heading
towards his mother then rushed passed her towards the elevators
bending over and snatching up his towel along the way.

'What a cute ass. My God! I'm doing it again, this time I'm thinking
about my own son! I wonder what the other side is like? Martina!
Get your hormones under control, you can't think like that about your
own son!'

"Just give me a minute," Ken said when they got to the room grabbing
his bag and going into the bathroom.

"Ken, I'll trade you, why don't you stay out here, I need to use the
bathroom for a minute."

"All right," Ken said moving away from the bathroom door while Martina
slipped into the bathroom closing the door behind her. After quickly
taking care of her business she washed her hands and walked into the
main room without thinking. Ken was standing across the room with his
back to her completely naked.

She stood there staring biting her lower lip, scanning every inch of
her son's exposed flesh. 'I can't believe this! I'm standing here
watching my naked son, and getting turned on! This can't be
happening! It just can't!'

"MOM!" Ken nearly shouted turning around and finding her staring at
him. She scanned over his front, taking in the sight of her son's
hairy crotch before bringing her eyes back up to meet his.

"I-I'm sorry Ken, I wasn't thinking before I came out. I'll---I'll go
wait downstairs..." she finished taking a last quick look of her son's
hands over his crotch, then quickly leaving the room behind her both
embarassed and ashamed.

"Come on let's go eat dinner," Ken said breaking her away from her
thoughts and bringing her attention back to where she was sitting in
the lobby.

"Ken I---"

"Let's just forget it happened OK Mom?"

"S-sure," she stuttered not sure if she could. "W-where do you want
to go for dinner? We can eat here in the restaurant if you'd like?"

"No, I think I'd like to go out for a little while."

'Good idea, a little distance between us and the seclusion of that
room where Ken was...naked. God he has a body!!!!! Stop it Martina!
You can't think about your son like that!!!!! Ever!!! No matter how
good he's built!!!! Stop it, just stop it!!!!'

"Sure, maybe that's a good idea, then maybe we can go see a movie
afterwards, and then maybe take a walk down by the bay."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Ken replied, it was obvious that he was in
no rush to go back to the room either.

"I think I know what we can do, why don't we go down to the bay and
eat on the boardwalk?" 'The more people around the better.'

"Yeah. Let's do that," Ken replied and Martina quickly turned the car
around and headed towards the bay.

On the Board Walk....

"Ken, would you mind if I asked you something?" Martina asked looking
over the table before taking a bite of lobster tail.

"Depends."

"Well, over the last few days, you've seemed...well bothered about
something, I was just curious about what's worrying you."

"It's personal."

"It won't go past my lips, I swear. But if I can help you
Kenny...sorry, I keep forgetting...Ken...I'd like to help."

"Look, Mom, you can't help...it's just personal...that's all."

"Why don't you tell me, and let me decide for myself?"

"Mom."

"Come on Ken, some times it helps to tell someone about your problems.
Look think of me as a friend instead of your mother if you like. I
promise what ever you say...I'll never hold it against you."

"Mom, it's not that kind of thing."

"Then what is it?"

"I---Mom, do you have to do this?"

"What, care? Of course I do, I'm your...friend?"

"All right, since I know that you're not going to leave me alone until
I tell you what it is I'll tell you. There's this girl...."

"There is?"

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry...go on...There's this girl...."

"She's nice and I've been trying to figure a way out to ask her out."

"Well, the direct approach usually works the best Ken."

"That's not what's bothering me. I don't expect any problems asking
her out, I mean...I won't have a problem doing it."

"Then what is it?"

"Well...what do you do on a first date? I mean, I don't want to come
off as a complete idiot, and I don't want her to know it's my very
first date of my entire life! I just don't want her to think I'm a
complete loser!"

"I doubt she'll think that Ken, no matter what happens."

"Mom, that's true...if I screw something up, she'd probably blab to
one of her girl friends that I'm such a geek, and then she'll spread
it along to the rest of the school, and then where will I be? I'll
have to change schools!"

"Ken, I don't think that it's that serious," Martina laughed a little.
"It's only highschool!"

"Yeah, but right now that's the only life that I have, and if I come
off looking like a complete dufus, the whole school will know over
night and then I'll be finished...any respect that I do have will be
completely gone."

"Ken, what if you're wrong, what if the date goes perfectly, you do
and say all the right things and she really likes you, and the date,
and tells her girl friend about what a stud you are instead of a
loser. Your reputation will be better than it was before your date
and afterwards you'll have more girls knocking on the door for dates.
I'll be having to beat them off with a stick to get any time alone
with you."

"But what if it doesn't go that good."

"Ken, the best thing that you can do is just jump in and do it. If
you don't you'll be forever stuck in a catch 22 situation debating
whether you should or shouldn't date. Why don't you think about it,
maybe together we can figure something out, all right?"

"OK."

Back at the Hotel....

"Why don't you take the bathroom this time," Martina said when they
got in the door. "I'll change out here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Go ahead," Martina said heading for her suitcase on top of her
bed. When she heard the click of the bathroom door, she reached
behind her and undid the zipper of her dress letting it fall to the
floor. The quickly she stripped off her soaked panties, the entire
drive back to the hotel had drenched them with the image of Ken's
naked body and un-motherly thoughts about being trapped underneath him
with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist while he pounded into
her pussy.... 'Stop it Martina! Stop thinking about that. Oh God
I'm soooo hot!!!!'

Ken came out of the bathroom wanting to ask if his mother would mind
if he had a shower only to find her standing beside her bed with a
hand between her legs rubbing furiously, while she pinched her nipples
through the cloth of her bra. Each blazing hot second being seared
eternally into Ken's memory, every creamy inch of his mothers exposed
naked flesh. Every whimper, every moan, ever caress that she made as
she moved on to the bed on her hands and knees, rubbing her pussy. A
pussy that was quickly moving into a better position for Ken to see.

Forcing himself to turn his eyes away from the unbelievable sight of
his mother masturbating he slipped back into the bathroom, hoping that
she hadn't seen him. Then quickly hopping into the shower and turning
the water on, hoping to wash away some of the pulsing of his hard
cock. Pumping it, Ken was sure he was going to explode from the sheer
pain of it.

The idea of his mother masturbating on the bed just a few feet away
from him while he beat off only flamed the need to shoot off, and the
need was getting worse and worse every second as release moved closer
and closer. Until with quivering legs he sprayed his load against the
shower stall wall, coating it with gobs of white cum.

At the same moment, in the next room Martina was just coming down from
her orgasm, and coming to her senses. 'I shouldn't have done that, if
Ken had of walked in you would have been in real trouble.' "But I
needed it," she sighed smiling as she slipped on a night gown and
slipped under the covers.

When Ken came out of the bathroom Martina appeared to be sleeping.
The big smile on her face not going un-noticed by Ken.

Brunch....

"I think I have the solution to your problem," Martina said over eggs
and bacon.

"What problem?"

"Your date problem."

"Oh yeah, what's your solution?"

"What you need is a first date. One with no one from school, so that
it won't tarnish your reputation there. And someone that cares enough
about you to tell you if you're doing something wrong, and how to fix
it."

"And who do you suggest I go out with?"

"Me."

"What?"

"I told you that I'd do all that I could to help you, and I meant it.
So what I thought was for tonight, and only tonight we go out on a
real date. Just like any other couple."

"But your my mother!"

"Nobody around here really knows that, for that matter barely anyone
here in this city know either of us. So if we go out, no one will
really care, they'll just think we're out on a date, just like we will
be."

"I don't know Mom."

"It's the easiest way don't you think. At least this way you'll have
your very first-first date out of the way, and you'll have a semi-clue
about what your doing with this other girl. Then you're also out of
the catch 22 situation that you've gotten yourself into."

"But...I don't know Mom."

"So, we go out and have a good time tonight, is that really so much
different from what we would be doing anyway?"

"No, not really I guess."

"So then we'll go out on a date?"

"I-I guess."

"All right then, this morning I'm your mother and I'm going to help
you prepare for your date tonight. Then tonight, I'm just a woman, a
woman that's going out with you, all right?"

"I-I.... Are you sure about this Mom?"

"It's the only way that I can think of that can get you past this
problem. Plus tomorrow I can comment on all the things that you need
to change and all of the things that you can keep the same. At least
that way you'll have an honest oppinion, right?"

"Yes, you do have a point I guess."

"Well, if you don't want to do it...."

"No, I do...you're right this is the best thing to do."

"Plus let's say something else, as far as everyone else is concerned
we spent the weekend basically on the boardwalk and window shopping.
Nothing else happened, so anything we say or do from this point on
until we get home didn't happen. That way, there's no reason for
anyone to question why I went out on a date with you, and there's also
no reason why you can't be straight with me...because if it didn't
happen, nothing you say can be held against you right, so do we have a
deal?"

"Deal," Ken said reaching over the table and shaking his mother's
hand.

"Good," Martina replied smiling. "You finish you're brunch, I've got
to talk to the registration desk for a minute. I'll meet you upstairs
at the room, OK?"

"Sure," Ken said, watching Martina put enough to cover breakfast on
the table and then walking out. Watching every sway of his mothers
hips, the curve of her ass, the line of her back. Instantly the
images of what he saw the previous night sprang to mind. Thinking
about all his buddies that kept telling him that his mother was hot!
Something he'd fiercly argued, but looking at her with the morning sun
in her hair, he could see that he had been the one that was wrong, his
mother was sexy as hell, and hotter than most of the girls at school,
and all of the other guys mothers.

Then he realized that a lot of the guys would have killed to be in the
place that he was last night, seeing his mother masturbating. They
would have just died if they knew. And not only that he had a date
with her. Sure it was a little strange but so what. A date was a
date right?

Ken swallowed the last bit of juice from his glass before leaving the
restaurant and heading back up towards the room, just before the
elevator doors closed he saw Martina giving the registration desk some
cash.

When he reached the room, he went hunting through his suitcase for the
best clothes that he had. Yanking out most of the contents in the
process. Then when he saw the mess he'd made he started stuffing the
extra clothes back into the bag zipping up the zipper just as he heard
keys in the door.

"Oh...I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize that there was anyone still in
here? Would it be all right if I went about cleaning the room
anyway?" the maid asked.

"No go ahead," he said glancing at his watch wondering where his
mother was. "Wait a minute, what did you mean by...." he added before
realizing that the maid had moved into the bathroom. Following her he
found her bent over scrubbing at the toilet. The sight of her with
her hands in the bowl wasn't the greatest but Ken found consilation in
the swaying of her bottom.

"What did you mean by what you said before?"

"I beg your pardon sir?" she said sitting back on her knees.

"What did you mean when you said that you didn't realize there was
anyone still in here? We have the room booked for the entire
weekend."

"I must have misunderstood then sir, because from what I was told you
checked out of this room today Sir."

"You must be mistaken."

"I suppose I must be sir," the woman replied before Ken turned and
left the bathroom to go and lay down on the bed and wait. A few
minutes later the maid came into the room and Ken started watching
her, as she moved around the room.

Just as she was finishing up Martina came into the room with a bellboy
right behind her. "That's the one, will you please take it up," she
said pointing at her suitcase, which he picked up and then left the
room.

"Mo....."

"Shhhh...if we're going to date while we're here you better start
calling me by my name Ken. Especially infront of the staff."

"All right, now would you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Then are we leaving?"

"No, I'm just changing rooms, that's all."

"Well, then I'll grab my bag."

"No Ken. Just me, this is your room."

"What? What for?"

"Because our date's going to start by you picking me up at my door.
Now is there anything else you need right now?"

"Why," Ken asked as the maid left the room.

"Because," Martina said glancing around the room for anyone else.
"We'll start our date at five o'clock and it's nearly two-thirty. I
want to go to my room and get ready so I can look my best for you. So
do you need anything else?"

"No, I guess not."

"All right then, I'll go, and I'll see you again in two and a half
hours."

"Sure."

"Ken, I want you to remember, tonight when you pick me up at my door,
I'm not your mother. I'm just a woman going out on a date with you,
all right?"

"Yes Moo...artina."

"Oh, I forgot," Martina said moving back to the bed and opening her
purse. "One more thing, here's fifty dollars for you date. Now
you're to treat her, and the only reason it's fifty dollars is because
this is a special date for you, all right?"

"All right," Ken said taking the money and then watching his mother
head for the door again. "Oh...Martina!"

"What is it?"

"What room number am I supposed to be picking you up at?"

"Two-thirty-seven. And remember five o'clock."

"Room 237, five o'clock got it."

"I'll see you then Ken. And remember what I told you," Martina said
smiling before closing the door behind her and then heading down
stairs to go out shopping for a few things.

Five O'clock, Date Time....

The knock on the door was prompt and completely on time, leaving
Martina cursing, because as usual she was behind schedule about ten
minutes. "Just give me a minute!" she shouted rushing into the
bathroom to check her makeup again, then running her hands down the
sides of her dress to make sure the black tight form fitting dress
wasn't wrinkled. Then with one last look, she gave her breasts a
little push up and then went to the door. 'I can't believe I'm so
nervous, you'd think this was my own first date. Besides it's not
really a date...yeah right, keep telling yourself that despite what
you did. Right.'

When she opened the door, Ken's mouth nearly dropped to the floor. "I
take it you like it."

"Like it...I love it! I've never seen you wear anything like that
before."

"Well, I had to dress up special, for our first date. And I see you
did too."

"Well...I only had a few things...I did my best with what I had."

"Well, I have to admit, I didn't. I slipped out after I talked to you
last to do a little last minute shopping. So...," she said linking
her arm in Ken's a little disappointed that he didn't have any
flowers. Then making a quick mental note to tell him about it she
closed the door to her room. "Where are we going?"

"Would you like to have dinner first?"

"Yes, I think that would be nice I haven't really had anything since
brunch."

"Then I think I saw a place that would be nice back on the boardwalk
the other day."

"The boardwalk it is," Martina said smiling, noticing all the looks
that everyone was giving them as they passed through the lobby.

"Mom, this is really nice of you to do this," Ken said as the car
turned onto the boardwalk.

"I told you Ken," she said parking the car. "I'm not your mother
tonight, just a woman, and to convince you..." she said leaning
towards him watching him stiffen slightly, and then pressed her lips
to his. He stiffened a little more while she continued kissing him
and then slowly melted, starting to kiss her back, then jolted again
as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"Now," she said panting as she pulled away from him, "I doubt any of
your first dates will ever give you that kind of kiss again, and I
only did it because you've got to stop thinking of me as your mother.
And remember this is only for tonight. It's a one time deal Ken."

"O-OK."

"Good, now where is the place that you were thinking of?"

"It's down the way a bit."

"That's ok, we can walk. It'll be romantic." Linking her arm in his
they started down the boardwalk in silence. "You know Ken it really
is nice to talk when you're on a date."

"What do we talk about?"

"I don't know, dating is supposed to be a time to get to know who
you're dating. For example did you know that your only my second
first date?"

"I-I am?"

"My first-first date was with your father, we met in highschool and
then dated until we were married. I haven't dated anyone else, until
now."

"I didn't know that? But I'll bet you were popular in school."

"Not really."

"But how come, your gorgeous?"

"Thanks," Martina said smiling at him. "But during school I had
braces...and if you keep it between us I did get hit pretty bad with
acne. It wasn't really until I was out of High School that things
really started to turn around for me. After that there was all kinds
of guys that wanted to go out with me but by that time your father and
I were already engaged."

"This is it."

"It looks like a nice place," Martina said looking up at the
restaurant that looked like it was brimming with activity.

"Where do you want to sit? Inside or out?"

"Let's go inside, where it's cooler."

"All right," he said as they moved into the restaurant taking a booth
towards the back.

"I really like this," Martina said half way through the meal.

"What?"

"Being out on a date again, it's been so long since the last one. I
like it, it makes me feel special."

"Well, you should feel special, you're the hottest woman in this
place."

"Thank you Ken," she said leaning towards him and giving him a small
kiss on his lips.

"What was that for?"

"For being such a great liar."

"Who's lying, you are. If you weren't...related...I'd...."

"We're not related. Not tonight, so what would you do?"

"I'd...."

"You'd fuck me," she said smiling.

"W-well.... Y-yes."

"You should know that barely any man ever gets a woman to bed on a
first date," she said leaning over smiling and giving him another
kiss. "And this is our first date."

The Movie....

"Well, what's next," Martina asked wrapping her arm around Ken's waist
affectionately, while hesitantly he did the same. Then her hand
dropped down to his ass, and a second later his did the same as they
walked. "Ken?" she said bringing him back from a semi-state of shock
at the actions. "What are we going to do next?"

"Well, I thought, maybe a movie."

"A movie sounds great, the last one I saw was months ago," she said
happily.

Half an hour later they were sitting in a dark theater watching one of
the latest block busters. At least Martina was, Ken mind was running
through everything that had happened that night. All the kisses, the
way she'd touched his ass, the way he'd touched hers. And she'd let
him. Glancing over at her, Ken's eyes swept over her body taking in
the sight of her large tits hugged tight in the dress that she was
wearing.

She turned and smiled at him, and then turned back to the movie.
Maybe she'd let him touch her tits, Ken thought. But how do I go
about doing it, then that cheezy move that all those shows showed guys
making. So he decided to try it, wondering what her response would be
as he slid his arm over her shoulder and draped it down to touch the
side of her breast.

She turned towards him while reaching up across her chest with her
right hand laying it on top of Ken's and guiding it so that his hand
was firmly placed over top of her tit. Then she smiled at him and
leaned towards him giving him a kiss before turning back to the movie.

The Dance Club....

By the time the movie let out Ken was wondering what else Martina
would let him get away with, so instead of going back to the motel he
said "Why don't we go find a dance club or something.

"All right," she said as they drove around the city for the closest
thing that would do. "It doesn't look like there's anything like a
dance hall so we're going to have to see if you can pass at a bar.
Country, or Rock?"

"You choose," Ken said starting to doubt his plan to test how far
Martina was willing to go.

"Let's just go into the next closest one," she said, and then seeing a
bar and pulling into the parking lot. Martina passed the bouncer
twenty bucks to let Ken's age slide.

It wasn't long before they were out on the dance floor dancing to the
slow beat of a country song. And Ken's curiousity was getting to him
again. The fourth dance they were nearly hanging on each other, while
he thought about what to try next. Then deciding, slowly his hands
drifted down until they were firmly cupping her buttocks. But instead
of backing away or saying anything to tell him off she simply imitated
him cupping his buttocks while continuing to sway to the soft dance
music.

His cock was fighting to be released from his pants pressing harder
into Martina's lower belly, and yet she ignored it laying her head on
his shoulder and giving his neck a small little kiss.

'What am I going to do, he's turned on, and my panties are nearly
drenched because I'm so hot for him. Even feeling his hands on my ass
is just turning me on all the more, and the feel of his solid ass in
my fingers. God, I'll bet there's a lot of women that would kill to
be in a position like this with him. And after this I'd probably be
one of them.'

Back to the Hotel....

"I enjoyed tonight Ken," Martina said as they rode the elevator up to
her floor.

"Me too."

"Well, I hope this has taken care of the problem," she said softly as
he pressed a little closer to her.

"I think it has," he said looking into her eyes before leaning towards
her and kissing her lips. Martina was kind of a little taken back, it
was the first kiss that Ken had initiated the entire night. When it
was done, he kissed her again, and then again and again even as the
door opened on her floor.

Then continuing to kiss her he guided her back towards her room, until
her back was up against the door and his hands were running over down
her sides caressing her hips. "Mmmm..." Ken moaned as his hands slid
up under the edge of her dress along her thigh.

"Ken," Martina moaned, "stop!"

"I don't want to," he said.

"Ken," Martina said sternly as she unlocked her room door. "I don't
want this to happen."

"You could have fooled me, the way you've been acting all night," he
said kissing her again pushing her a little further into her room.

"Ken, please stop. I don't want this any more."

"But I do," he said kissing her again.

"Ken, I'm still your mother, and I told you to stop," she said
slapping him, hoping it would bring him back to his senses.

"Fine," Ken grumbled. "You tease me all fucking night and then when
it comes down to it, that's all it damn well was teasing. GOOD
NIGHT!" he shouted walking out of the room and slamming the door
behind him.

"God damn woman," Ken cursed slamming the door of his own room.
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to take care of you myself," he
groaned taking off his strained pants. Spreading out on the bed Ken
started pumping his cock then just as he was about to reach a release
the phone rang. "Damn it!" he cursed grabbing for the phone.
"Hello!"

"Ken, I'm sorry about slapping you. Could you come back up here
please, I'd like to talk to you about it."

"Don't you think you've said enough on the subject for tonight? I
mean you did make yourself perfectly clear. You were my date up to a
point, but when it came right down to it, you're my mother."

"Ken, get up here now," Martina said then quickly put the phone back
into the cradle before Ken could say anything in response.

"Awww shit! Now what the hell does she want, to tease me some more?"
Ken complained as he grabbed his pants and pulled them on, then took
his time going out the hall to take the elevator a floor up to
Martina's room.

"What do you want?" Ken demanded after she had opened the door.

"I wanted to tell you that you were right," Martina said kissing him,
"this is the natural conclusion of our date, but I wouldn't expect too
many other girls to do it. Plus, I did say that I was yours for the
whole night. But it can never happen again Ken. Never," she sighed
as he wrapped his arms around her kissing her while moving her towards
the bed.

Checkout Time....

"Come on Ken, sweetheart," Martina said kissing him while running her
hand down over the side of his body under the covers. "It's time to
wake-up."

"Mmmmm...just a few more minutes."

"No come on Ken, we've got to get some breakfast, and have our talk
before we turn the rental in and catch our plane."

"All right," Ken groaned reaching his arm out around her and pulling
her against his morning erection.

"Ken," she said giving him another quick kiss, "it was a one night
thing only."

"We still haven't gotten out of bed yet, besides, you said that the
only thing that happened this weekend was we spent some time walking
the boardwalk," he said caressing her ass.

"I'm afraid you're not quite right, you haven't gotten out of bed yet,
I've been out already."

"So sue me," Ken said smiling before kissing her and rolling on top of
her.

"Ken," Martina said quickly while her hands slid down onto his ass.
"Oh, all right, but when we get home there's no more, understood?"

"Yes Martina," Ken smiled leaning down and kissing her.

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