"We like to be played with." I was a bit red in the face by now I felt I'd just blow a once in a live time chance to fuck my own mother. "Sorry mom," ... started to get off the bed. "No silly... come here," mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Look... try kissing my neck and then slowly work you way down my body." I did as I was told. I started kissing mothers neck and working my way down, onto her shoulder, down the front of her chest and onto her right breast, working down to her erect. There was a brief silence as I pulled my shirt over my head and bent down to pull off my shorts. “See you have a great body!” exclaimed Lewis, clearly ignoring the unwritten ‘no looking’ rule. “Oh shh you!” Was always my standard response to compliments. I loved hearing them, who doesn’t? But I never quite knew how to handle them. “But thanks.” Looking up, as I remembered to be polite, I caught him right at the crucial moment! His thumbs were inside the waistband of his tight, white boxer. She had sent me four voice messages and two text messages asking me to contact her as soon as possible. Not a word about being sorry or pretending to understand why I had left, so there was no reason for me to call her back.Most of the daytime Saturday was spent in the hotel's gym and spa. After dinner a few hours were lost at the bar, but I was not in any mood for sex with a rather handsome lady, who was obviously "working" and made her offer for business reasons.On Sunday it was about six. I quickly stripped naked and rummaged throughthe pile of laundry and selected several items and lay them out on thebathroom vanity. I had this unique opportunity and I wanted to feelDelores Cashmore's intimate apparel against my skin. I had oftenfantasised about making love to her while she wore her intimates and nowI could at least feel and smell the delicate garments that I imaginedshe would wear when I fucked her.I had sat fascinated watching my mother dress when I was young boy.There was.