Mom climbed into my bed and lay next to me, our lips playing kissy-face and our hands exploring each other. My hands gravitated to her middle, toward...the juncture of her legs and the seat of her sex. I was in familiar territory, not being a novice in the art of making-out. I gave mom’s clit the attention it deserved; she was plenty wet and it was full and firm, ready to be stroked and strummed. I let my digits dance on that pink pearl, then glide lower into mom’s opening. Two fingers began. True enough I could feel my cock getting nice and hard. She the reached down and pulled my elasticated PJ type bottoms away from my body exposing my cock in all his glory. "Nice. Very nice" she says. "Do you mind?" she says as she rubs her thumb and fore finger up and down my cock. "Nope" was all I managed to say. I then started to gently stroke and massage her tits and tweak her nipples. She looked up at me and smiled. Me playing with her tits and nipples and her with my cock in her hand. We. I met Chris in the lobby of the hotel an hour later. Using her special passkey, the elevator by-passed all the other floors, taking us straight up to our own rooms."One of the perks of having these," she said smiling at me. "We don't have to ride up with anyone else, unless we choose to do so. Keeps things nice and private too," she added. "We'll be doing that late tonight, long after most everyone has gone to bed. Even then, I've already arranged to have a security escort, temporarily closing. As I took her in my arms, felt her against me, it seemed the Earth Mother and torture had collided.Gently, I pulled away just enough to look into Martreen's eyes. Her eyes gazed back at me filled with a dazed longing, as if I held the power to determine her very survival. Cupping the back of her head with one hand and her neck with the other, I kissed her again. Gentleness reigned only for a moment before passion slammed through me like a terrified bison through tall brush. Time and place.