"You Like?" she giggled."Oh yea, Mom I LIKE."My dick was sticking out like a flag pole.Mom looked and asked is a sweet little voice, "Did I do that?"I...stopped, I looked around, smiled at her and said, "I don't see anyone else around ... so it must be you."She took a swing at me and said, "Oh ... you."I reached out and pulled her into my arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around me. Our naked bodies were pressed together. My erection was trapped between our stomachs. Her breasts were mashed. I slowly worked the gel into each leg in turn, trying to keep the sense of a professional job in mind, trying to forget the electric desire that I was sure that we could both feel. Stopping myself from heading too high up those lovely slim thighs.Then I straddled her legs and pushed up her top, to work a little on her back. She shifted a little to help me, but the pyjama top was snagged safely below her breasts. There was another nasty bruise over her ribs, and she moaned a little as I rubbed. I slowly slid my hand into her top played around her waist. Slowly moved my hand up and she started breathing sharply moved her lips away from mine and exactly when I entered my fingers into her bra and felt the tip of her soft nipples she said: “I’m getting wet”. I’m started kissing her again slowly twisting her nipples.Me: Your nipples are getting harderHer: Yes I can feel it, you wanna see my breastShe took her top off I helped her unhook. The moment she slipped out her bra her breast with. . I could tell Jim was mad again. This sort of thing was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was cool. He had helped clean up the entire party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to return. (No one knew the room number we went to. And even if Jim did, it wasn’t his style to come yank me out of the arms of some hot guy.)So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 minute drive home. I was nervous..