The hotel attendant greets me with a warm smile and says, “Welcome to Hard Rock Hotel. You must be exhausted from your long journey.”

The hotel attendant’s face is friendly and welcoming, with a warm smile that reaches his eyes. He is dressed in a crisp black suit, complete with a shiny name tag.

The lobby of Hard Rock Hotel is filled with the scent of vanilla and fresh flowers, a hint of citrus in the air. The low hum of chatter and music fills the air, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere. The attendant’s voice carries a slight accent, adding to the exotic feel of the hotel.

“You must be the Ferrara couple, am I right?” inquires the attendant.

“You’re mistaken! I’m...” my argument is abruptly interrupted when Manual interjects, “Indeed, we are.”

“In that case, please proceed to check in at the designated area.”

Julia’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and her mouth falls open slightly in surprise. Manual just smiles and nods at her, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back.

What am I doing here? I would do anything to escape this situation. But I couldn’t refuse Manual’s plea; he was devastated when my daughter asked for a second opinion on their marriage.

Who breaks up with someone just after getting married? It seemed unfathomable to me.

— 24 hours ago on airport —

She could still vividly recall the day of their wedding, when it all fell apart.

She could still vividly recall the day of their wedding, when it all fell apart.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked him in disbelief as he revealed that she had left and left behind only a message

“I apologize, Manuel. I’m having doubts about our marriage and I can’t go through with it. Please don’t try to find me.”

Julia’s voice shook with fear as she cried out, “This can’t be happening!” She looked to me, her eyes desperate for guidance. With a devastated expression, David stood beside us, his features contorted in anguish. It was a heart-wrenching moment for all of us, consumed by sorrow.

David attempted to call her, but the phone had no coverage. “She must be off the grid,” he exclaimed with frustration.

“All I ever wanted was a family. Growing up without parents, I dreamed of having a loving family. And now, that dream has come true and I couldn’t be happier.” As Manual spoke these words, Julia’s heart shattered.

Julia expressed her sincere apologies for the manual’s actions. She had no idea how to handle the situation. “Why don’t you come with me instead?” Manual offered as an alternative solution.

“What?” Julia asked, her stomought dropping in disbelief.

“My colleagues are on their way to say goodbye, and if they discover that my fiancée has disappeared, I’ll be too ashamed to face them. From a distance, you resemble my daughter so much. Would you mind pretending to be her while we’re here? Think of it as a playful escape from reality.” Manual pleaded.

David expressed, “I am aware of all the sacrifices you have made over the years. Don’t worry about Manual; he is a good kid. You’ve always loved the Maldives and dreamed of visiting there.”

— present —

The attendant’s eyes sparkle with recognition as he scans his tablet. “Ah yes, Mr. and Mrs. Ferrara. I have you down for our honeymoon package. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” Manual replies, flashing him a generous tip discreetly.

“Please enjoy your stay with us, and don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need.” The attendant hands over the key card with another warm smile.

Julia’s phone rings and it was Anna.

“Wait a minute! You were the one who agreed to marry Manual, and now I’m the one struggling with it!” with that Anna hangs up.

“I am very sorry, Mom”

Manual spoke with sorrow in his voice, addressing me as “Mom” for the first time. I had never had a son before, and I could feel his pain as he apologized to me.

I reassured Manual, “You’re not to blame for any of this. My daughter is the root cause of it all.” I turned to him with a forced smile and suggested, “Shall we go check out our room?”

“No, it’s my responsibility. I should have made her feel more at ease,” tears start to well up in Manual’s eyes.

“We can talk about this later. For now, let’s get some rest”

“Yes, Mom,” Manual says in agreement as they headed to their room with heavy hearts.

Their room was breathtakingly gorgeous. floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the azure water of Maldives; plush bedding that screamed comfort; and a decadent spread of tropical fruits and champagne chilling on an ice bucket. Despite the beautiful surroundings, a pang of guilt tugged at Julia’s heart.

Her daughter should have been the one sharing this with her new husband, not her.

After a tiring journey, they were both exhausted and ready for sleep. “I’ll take the floor, Mom,” he said as she settled onto the bed.

Both of them lay awake, unable to fall asleep. Julia can hear Manual’s soft sobs, and she knows he must be heartbroken. He’s always been such a kind and gentle man, the complete opposite of her own husband.

Julia speaks softly, calling out to him and offering a comforting hand.

“Did I wake you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, I couldn’t sleep. Are you okay?”

“I’m causing problems for everyone, it seems. It’s just ... what I do.”

“Nonsense,” Julia responds gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. “This isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself”

This was supposed to be his exciting honeymoon, but instead he’s stuck with me. David can be selfish at times and convinced me to go off and enjoy myself.

WThe weight of her guilt pressed heavily upon her as she tentatively posed the question, “Sh ... shall i help you fall asleep?” secretly hoping he wouldn’t accept. She knew it was wrong, but part of her wanted to ease his pain.

“What??” Manual’s question hung in the air, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident on his face.

“I could make this feel more like your honeymoon if you’d like. What I mean is, I can use my mouth.”

“Your mouth?” questions Manuel, “For now I can take my daughter’s place! Though, i may not satisfy you”

“No, that’s ... please,” Manual agrees, feeling uneasy about the situation.

Manual took a seat on the edge of the bed while Julia knelt down and opened his pants to reveal his erect penis.

She froze, her eyes fixated on the monstrous manual cock in front of her. It was a massive 9 inches long with incredible girth that made it almost impossible to fit in her small hands.

The thought of this monstrosity penetrating her own daughter made her pussy wet. Even in this delicate situation, she couldn’t help but be drawn to the beauty of it.

Manual, sensing her hesitation, tried to console her. “It’s okay, Mom. This was a terrible idea. I’m sorry.”

Her words caught in her throat as she stared at his equipment, trying to hide the shock and desire that surged through her.

“No, no, it’s not that,” she stammered, trying to find the right words. “It’s just ... your equipment is ... bigger than I ever imagined...”

“I guess I’ve got my work cut out for me then,” Julia joked, her voice shaking with equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

With that, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Mnn ... Ugh...” she moaned and thought It is really big. The sheer size of it made her eyes widen and her jaw ache, but she was determined to take as much as she could.

Flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip, she moaned in pleasure and thought It’s so big, just like him.

He holds his Julia’s head in place, forcing her closer to his throbbing cock. The sound of his moans echoes through the room as he forcefully pushes her head down onto his cock.

She struggles to accommodate its massive girth in her mouth, gagging and gasping for air as tears form in her eyes from the pressure.

“Deeper ... Mom, take it all...” Manual moans.

His words send a shiver down her spine, both repulsed and aroused by the taboo nature of the situation.

She relaxed her jaw and eased down further, taking more of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth. His member stretches her lips apart and hits the back of her throat, making her gag and cough.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moans, thrusting his hips in a slow but steady rhythm.

As he moved his hips back and forth, Julia could feel every ridge and vein against her eager tongue. His salty, musky scent filled the room and spurred her on, her inhibitions melting away with each thrust of his hips.

This was wrong- so very wrong, she scolded herself, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

“Damn it ... God...” Manual grunts, his voice strained with pleasure as she expertly slides her tongue along his length.

“Your husband is one lucky bastard,” he sneers. She feels her stomach sink as she tries to push down the wave of disgust rising in her throat.

She fights against the gag reflex as she struggles to take him deeper into her mouth. The thought of her husband only adds to her inner turmoil.

Just as she thinks she can’t take any more, Manual withdraws his cock with a wet, slurping sound. He’s panting heavily, his chest heaving with exertion.

“Fuck, that felt good,” he says, running a hand through his damp hair.

As he let out a grunt, a thick stream of white fluid erupted from his member covering her face and open mouth in a sticky coating. The sight of it was both erotic and repulsive.

The taste of his cum was bitter and salty, coating her tongue and making her gag. It coats her tongue and runs down her throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

The liquid is warm and heavy against her skin and she can feel his strong grip on her head, keeping her in place.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to form the words. “Did that ... relieve you?” she manages to say it, overcome with guilt and thoughts of her husband. She betrayed him with her own daughter’s fiancé,