“I’ve never seen a place quite like this, especially a lounge.” Her heart throbbed as his hand gently caressed her nylon sheathed knee. She was ...ctually very pleased she had met Dan. “And in a motel, too.”“And not just any motel, it’s an adult motel. Are you looking for a private evening, or a little party, sweetie?” His hand now softly caressed her thigh at the hem of her skirt which was hiked up to mid-thigh by now. Helen enjoyed the sensuality of his caresses, it had been a number of months. I knew where this was heading and asked him if he was staying at this hotel. He affirmed and asked me to come to his room. I said yes, and we headed there.His suite was a big one, it had a hall and then another room with a bed. He was rich, I guessed. I asked what he did for work, he said he was the son of a builder. I didn’t mind. He poured me some whiskey and reduced the lighting. For some reason, he was a little shy to make the first move.So I kept my glass down and kissed him. We kissed for. As Mom and Ravi’s tempo quickened so did Aravind’s masturbation strokes. His hand was securely wrapped around his thick shaft and his strokes had gone from light and gentle caressing strokes to long fast pounding strokes of desire. With each stroke, he imagined his cock slipping in and out of his mother’s silky pussy; he too wanted to fuck her. The scene was so sexually charged he still felt as if he was dreaming. The familiar sexual sensation of his approaching orgasm was beginning to build in. Max kissed his way down my neck and shoulders to my breasts. He took each nipple between his teeth just hard enough to make me squeak and shudder. Before I knew it, he had my pants and underwear off, and I could feel the rough industrial carpet scraping against my ass. I wanted him so badly in that moment that it was indescribable. My thighs were slick and wet, and sweat was beading on my chest under his mouth. I fumbled with his fly and he kicked off his jeans and boxers. As if it were.