Guess Who Moved Into My Motel?

I live in a hotel room. I mean I really live in a hotel room, not that I’m a jet-setting businessman or anything. I’ve lived there for three years, just about, since my wife kicked me out and it’s perfect for me.

The rooms smell musty and are decorated with the original furniture they had when this rat-hole was constructed. Think early 1970’s décor with wood grain paneling and those green chairs that were never comfortable even when they were first made.

The TVs aren’t flat screen, and they barely get channels. The electrical wiring is garbage. It smells like mildew, sweat and desperation in these rooms, but it’s no different than most motels I’ve stayed in.

Furnished, utilities included, no maintenance needed, although the skinflint Indian manager could about say the same thing since my room could really use a fuck ton of maintenance. But for a buck thirty a week, I can’t complain.

I think a real pretty whore has moved into the room next door a few weeks ago. I could be wrong and if she’s a whore, her husband, teen son and daughter have to know about it since they live there too.

She’s been my main jerkoff inspiration at night for almost the whole three weeks they’ve lived next door. Ever since she carried their bags in. As she struggled up the stairs with all their stuff while her husband - he called her his wife - and their two kids watched and directed her but did nothing to help. At least her cute cheerleader wannabe daughter pulled her weight, carting about a dozen shopping bags.

The teenage girl dressed slutty too, but not as much as her mother. What stood out to me about her was the cute dapple of freckle across her nose, and how she always wore her hair in pigtails. It made her look younger than she probably really was.

At one point. the mom’s whole right nipple and part of the boob popped out of the shirt she was wearing while she struggled with four suitcases up the stairs. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, and I said to myself, what a slut. Didn’t stop me looking though. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, but she would have had to put the expensive-looking suitcases down, and I could tell she didn’t want to.

The mother and daughter grumbled, but they also joked about it with each other and giggled. They weren’t kidnapped or forced to do this at gunpoint. They seemed glad to be calling this dump their home.

We don’t have a fancy elevator and there’s a balcony that runs the length of the top floor of the concrete strip motel building. My room’s right at the top of the stairs and I can sit at my window and see right down the stairs and that’s how I saw the clothing malfunction.

The mom has huge titties and I only had to bank that image for one night because the very next day about lunchtime she left her room with her son and her outfit would have made a street walker embarrassed, although her blonde hair looked real flash. It was up in a bun with little dangly bits hanging. Like a freaking hairdo model or something.

Her skirt was so short I could see plenty of asscheek and she had to tug the front down to keep her snatch covered. I don’t know why she wore it. She seemed real self-conscious in it. I looked really closely, and I couldn’t tell you if she was even wearing panties or not.

Once again no bra and this time her whole cleavage was open behind the ripped-up wife beater undershirt that was all she wore up top. Her son must have been real embarrassed at the way she was dressed too, but he didn’t look it.

With the collar of the wife beater ripped open to draw attention to her tits, I could even see the shadow of her nips almost ready to escape from behind the wore-out fabric and those nips were standing out like they were hard. Yummy!

Add to that visual her wearing stripper shoes. That’s the only way to describe them. The soles were like 2 inches thick, and they had like 6-inch heels. She was tottering and looking like she was going to fall face forward with each step. She clearly wasn’t used to them. Still, way better than the porn I’d been watching.

The only way I know the kid was her son is because as he passed my room, he called her mom. Then he said something else that if I’d said it to my mom, I would have ended up with a shiner from her fist making contact with my face. He said something like, “How’s the new butt plug doing in your ass?”

I didn’t hear her answer if she did, but I saw the back of her neck and her ears get red in response to the rude question from her son. I can’t even imagine asking my mom if she had a butt plug, much less if she had it in.

I don’t go out much except for benefit day so I was still sitting there eating beans from the can and watching porn when they came back at dusk. The mom was carrying a bag of Asian food and I know I saw her son slap the snot out of her ass at least once. Like skin on skin as if he specifically aimed for the bare part of her ass cheeks. Sure, he might have been playing around, but it really looked like he was trying to hurt her.

Then and there I decided that both the kid and his dad were lazy and total assholes. Their mom and her daughter deserved so much more.