He wanted me to stay with him in the same motel. I was anxious to find out if our first sex session had improved his marriage. Of course, i wanted a c...uple of days of his hard 8 inch cock also. So i said yes.*******I checked into the motel early. When Jeffrey arrived, i was leaning over the dresser and looking in the mirror while i applied my eye shadow. All i had on was my smiley face panties. He had his own room key and walked on in. Without as much as saying a word, Jeffrey got on his knees. .. but not like a son to his mother." It's gone way beyond that for me too." She squeezed his hand again."Do... do we have to... you know... stop doing things?"Allison sighed and stood up, walking over to the counter to get another cup of coffee. When she had the steaming cup in her hand she turned toward Chris and leaned against the counter. She bent her leg, letting the robe fall to the side, exposing her upper thigh.Chris's eyes darted to his mother's legs and then to her face. He waited. The hint now obvious, she had given him the final sacrifice, the ultimate target fresh skin to redden.He went in front of her, an upward sweep of the thongs, the leather curling up under her spreading over her buttocks from a new angle, thirty six, another then another and again. He walked behind her, a single swing upwards from the rear, the tip of the handle at the base of her spine, the lash curling over her brown spider along the slot of life, the tip splatting onto her mons with a. “Can I get you a cushion, dear? The tile must be hard on your legs. We want to you to be comfortable here, after all.” Mom said, her voice not displaying any of the discomfort that Joe knew she was feeling.Mom grabbed a cushion and seemed at a loss how to do this. Joe, seeing her hesitate, simply held out his hand and watched Marta tense as she approached.When she handed Joe the pillow and backed off again, Marta relaxed, and let Joe lift her and slide the pillow beneath her. At home, the house.