On my 18 birthday, I decided to travel straight after leaving school. Just a
year ago, I had inherited a great deal of money after my parents passed away
in a tragic car accident. I had always felt lost after they died, especially
hit hard by the loss of my mother. As much as I hated it in my teenage years,
she always treated me as her sweet little boy and it hurt to lose that kind of
unconditional love. Anyway, with no relatives back home in England, I was free
to do as I wished. I didn't feel guilty or restrained about leaving as my
mates had all left for college. So, I decided to head over to the States to
wander the country for a while. It felt quite freeing to be on my own,
especially since I didn't tell anyone about my little sabbatical.
I had been travelling along the East Coast and through the South for about two
months when I arrived in Arkansas, just outside Little Rock, for an over night
stopover in some tiny town called Bliss. I laughed at the name, as all I could
see was the run down bus station, an old gas station, and a dirt road.
Certainly not bliss. Still, a guy has to sleep somewhere. I got off the
Greyhound bus and, after retrieving my heavy luggage, looked for a station
manager to ask concerning a hotel for the night. But the ticket counter was
closed and the entire station seemed empty. The bus driver had assured me
there was a place to stay around here. As I turned around to disagree, all I
saw were the taillights of the bus in the distance and a cloud of dust.
Begrudgingly, I gathered myself and walked over to the gas station praying
that it was still open. Thankfully, an old man behind the counter gave me
walking directions to a motel a couple miles down the road. Gosh, I was
already so darn exhausted and now I have to lug my bags all the way down the
road in the middle of the night. I tossed my duffel over my shoulder, picked
up my suitcase and started hoofing it.
After about 40 minutes, I finally found the pathway to the hotel. Talk about
off the beaten path! I huffed and puffed through the front door of the lobby
and walked up to the reception desk. I rang the little bell a few times and
leaned up against the counter trying to stay awake. A blonde woman walked out
to greet me and I instantly perked up. Her long blonde hair was shoulder
length and framed around a beautifully sculptured face. She appeared to be in
her late thirties, but didn't dress her age. Her low cut dress revealed some
remarkably large breasts. I had never seen such giant breasts in person and
desperately tried hard not to stare at them.
She warmly smiled at me and said: "Well hello there young man, my name is Miss
Brady." Her heavy southern accent sweetened up those few words tremendously.
She held out her hand and I instantly noticed it seemed much larger than mine
did. I'm not self-conscious about that occurrence as I am quite short for my
age (5 foot, 2 inches) and it happens quite a bit. I shook her hand and told
her that I needed a room for the night. She handed me a form to fill out and I
couldn't believe how long it was. I was going to be forever before I could
plop down on that soft comfy bed.
It seemed to be very detailed for such a small motel. Date of birth, reason
for travel, etc. I started writing quickly and barely even looked at what I
was filling out. After about 10 minutes, I finished and handed the paper back
to her. Miss Brady frowned and asked why I didn't fill out the emergency
contact box with a family member. I explained my tragic absence of family and
she gave me a sympathetic smile.
Miss Brady gave me a little pat on my hand and said "Well don't you worry hon,
you are the only guest tonight and have the best room all of Bliss. Let me
show you the way." She walked out from behind the desk and it finally dawned
on me how tall she was. I gawked for a couple seconds as those amazing breasts
were directly at my eye level. I had to stretch my neck upward just to see her
face.
Miss Brady effortlessly picked up my bags and smiled. "My, aren't you a sweet
little boy!" Strangely, she seemed to be happy at the physical comparison
between us. I felt so small beside her, very much like a child. "Well, come
with me sweetie and let's get you into bed." I walked next to her and offered
to carry the bags, but she wouldn't have it. We stopped outside a large door,
a bit oversized. She unlocked the room with an old-style metal key and I
thankfully went inside. It was a warm, comfortable looking room and I sat down
on the extremely plush bed, oozing into it inch by inch. After dropping my
bags, she stood in the doorway, head almost touching the frame, and said: "If
you need anything at all, just let me know. Sweet dreams, hon."
She closed the door and I quickly took off my clothes to wash off all the road
dust in the shower. After spending about 15 minutes in the hot water, I
toweled off and jumped into the bed. As my eyes started to droop, the thought
of Miss Brady lingered in my mind. Her statuesque body, those wonderful curves
and the magnificent breasts. Gosh, I know I would never get a chance to see
them, but hey, it's nice to dream. Even in my tired state, I started to get
hard and decided to play with myself a bit. What's the harm in a little fun
before I fall asleep, especially with Miss Brady on my mind?
Suddenly, the door swung open and I got that deer in the headlights look on my
face. I froze and didn't even think to throw the covers over myself until
about 3 seconds later. I just hoped she didn't see anything. After what seemed
like an eternity she said, "My, my, my, it seems my little boy is playing with
himself."
Damn. "What's the meaning of this intrusion!?" I said, "Is this how you treat
your guests?!"
"OH, I'm not the naughty one," she exclaimed. "Do you know what mummy does to
bad little boys?" Miss Brady had her hands on her hips and was obviously
dressed for bed. She was wearing a white silk robe, which only came down to
her thighs, and red underwear really trying hard to constrain those mammoth
breasts. They were pushing up out of the robe and I watched as they heaved up
and down. It was almost hypnotic.
"Stand up."
"But I'm naked."
"Stand up now." The tone in her voice was frightening, so I slowly rolled out
of bed making all attempts to keep the covers around my waist. She walked over
to me, her breasts just a couple of inches from my face and tore off the
covers. I've never felt so vulnerable. "Is this why my little boy wanted the
room?" pointing at my dick "To play with his little wee-wee?"
She brushed past me and sat firmly on the edge of the bed. I had no idea what
was coming, but it couldn't be good. She reached for my upper body and
effortlessly pulled me up over onto her lap. My still somewhat hard penis was
trapped between her strong thighs and I couldn't believe she started to spank
me. Light taps at first, but they gradually began to increase in speed and
strength.
"This will teach you a lesson, young man. I said if you needed anything, you
should let me know. I hope you will listen next time, hon. This is for your
own good." The sweet southern accent wasn't so nice anymore, certainly due to
the pain coursing through my cheeks at the moment. She had me count to 40
spanks and then stopped. The emotions running through me were taking over
quickly. How did I allow this to occur? Everything was so embarrassing and I
could feel water welling up in my eyes. I tried to hold it together while she
put me back on my feet, picked up the covers on the floor and made the bed.
"Get in." She commanded. Considering what just happened, I was in no condition
to argue. I hopped in quickly and she sat down beside me.
"Now, I hope my sweet little boy has learnt his lesson."
"Miss Brady, I'm sorry for what I was going in your hotel, but I am not a
little boy." I stated with conviction.
"Oh honey pie, next to me, you are a baby. You are not a man, but still a
widdle boy. So, if you step out of line, will be punished like one. Mummy
knows what's best for you!"
I couldn't believe what she was saying. Had this woman gone loopy?
"Now its time for sleep hon," she tucked me in the covers nice and tight. "Goodnight baby.
Mummy hopes you have sweet dreams!"
She turned the light switch off and shut the door behind her. I heard the
distinct clicking of the door lock and about a thousand thoughts were running
though my mind. My brain was telling me to get the hell out of Dodge in the
dead of the night, but where would I go? I'm in the middle of nowhere and
nobody knows that I'm here. I had allowed myself to be at the mercy of a busty, blonde amazon who
seems to think she's my new mommy! Oh boy, I'm too tired to think about this
tonight. I'll wake up early and figure out what to do in the morning. Yep,
that's (yawn) a fantastic (yawn) plan...