He then asked me not to wear it again and took it out and put it in his pocket.He then moved to my thighs and started pressing. He opened the zip and ...ulled down my panty and started fingering me. Since my moans were getting uncontrollable now, he decided to stop. We finally reached Maldives and it was early morning there. We got to the hotel and then into our room. He immediately started kissing me. I stopped him, took my handbag and ran into the bathroom.I got out of my clothes and pulled out. "So, Mom. How am I doing so far?" When did you do this?" Her hand waved around the room."While you were changing. Like it?" Mmmm." She sipped wine."You're not going to back out are you?" Oh no."Mom said it quietly. But she blushed. My Mom blushed and I loved it, absolutely loved it. With a broad smile I stood and went to the stereo, turned it on low, preset to a slow romantic radio channel playing music from the 70's and 80's, Mom's youth.I reached out my hand. "Care to dance?"Mom smiled, stood. “Can I come in, or crippled girls aren’t welcome here? I moved aside to make room for her. She went in, clumsily maneuvering on her crutches. “Your ankle is…” “Fucked up,” she finished my sentence. “Oh, I am so sorry!” “Shit happens,” she said matter-of-factly, and headed for the couch. The cast extended from the base of her toes to mid-thigh, and kept her knee slightly bent. “Does it hurt much?” She cast a mischievous glance over her shoulder, and stuck out her little pink tongue. . My legsshaking. My breath ragged in my chest. I was naked andhard and I could see her from where I stood. She wasasleep, lying on her back, one arm thrown over her face,the other trailing off the bed and to the floor. Herbreasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her face sosoft and luminous in the darkness. I stood and watched and squeezed my cock in my fist,pulling and milking, building my arousal, drinking herin as my cock-tip drooled down its shaft makingsquishing sounds as my hand traveled.