"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I thought you might get mad at me wanting to dress up again," I responded.She laughed softly. "You forgot that I...got you a nightie, didn't you?"Yes, I had forgotten.She left the room and returned with a beautiful box. "Here, you go. Slip into this and I will also slip into something more comfortable," Lydia crooned.I went to the backroom to change. Inside the box was the sexiest nightie I had ever seen. It was a stunning one-piece garment made of black. We were both sofocused on what we were doing that when our Moms handed us severalpages that they had done of the pictures we were astonished. "Wow! Mom you did a really nice job on this," I exclaimed to her."It's so cute how you did this," I said pointing to some stenciledlettering she had added to one part of it. She had gotten four pagesmade up from the first two days of the trip. I was really impressed!"Thank you sweetie," she told me. She was beaming a bit - I think shewas pretty proud. On closer examination, he knew it was a door; a tiny little secretdoor. What would he find behind it? Over the months since her death he hadfound all of his mother's other secret hiding places, the one thing he'dnever found and just knew his mother had was some kind of a dildo, orvibrator or something. There was no way that such an intensely sensual andsexual creature as his mother didn't have something close at hand to satisfyher needs when she felt like a good thumping but when Tom wasn't. We found the elevator, and punched the button to go up to the floor that Brad's room was on. As soon as the elevator door shut, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her in to me. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gave me a strong, heated kiss that caused me to moan involuntarily. The doors opened, and we took turns pulling each other toward Brad's room. I fumbled with the key, and finally got it to work. We opened the door and turned on the light, then stepped into the room.As the.