I could feel the warmth of her breath and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her cheeks. The way her cheeks were, I couldn’t control myself from ...ulling them. She was happy and that is what mattered to me.I showered her with my kisses and she let me take her waist. She was chubby and I find chubby cute. I picked her up and that is when it occurred to me that I didn’t know where the bedroom was. We laughed about it and she directed me towards the bedroom.As we entered the room, I placed her on. With wonder, I realized I had rarely had the chance to explore my lovers' cocks and I mourned the loss of that time now. I could feel everything, every ridge, vein, the stiff, yet soft, bristly hairs at the base of his shaft, the jarring touch of the metal zipper that had my fingers moving up again. He briefly buried his head in my neck and I heard his harsh whisper "harder!" but my fingers continued their soft exploration. Impatient fingers covered mine as he curled them firmly, stroking the. ”“Well, its not going to get any less so.”She’d gone to the toilet and when she returned her strappy was poking out of her trouser fly.“Strip and get over the table. Where does your so-called husband think you are?”“He doesn’t know and doesn’t care.”“Who knows about this place?” As she asked she pressed a finger roughly into Prosser’s cunt.“Nobody. My friend knows I use it but she’s in Washington for a month.”“What does your friend think you use it for?”“Sex, with a man at the council.”“She. Would I mind if we slipped out of our things?To my unbelieving eyes, there in bed with me mom wriggled out of her gown. I was not to be left behind and shimmied out of my shorts. I was getting the idea that the real fun of the evening was about to begin. I was unsure why my mom consented, in fact instigated that she be naked with her son in bed, alone together in a hotel room where no one would know of anything we did. But it was now clear that what ever had led her to this moment, there was no.