I kissed her left bossom and gently massaged the other one. She threw her head backward and started to moan, the sound of her moan, it’s more of a h...m, a sweet erotic hum. I lifted myself up to adjust my position, using my knees I spread her legs. Directed my shaft in her opening, I gazed up, looked at her eyes, and asked for permission. She nods her head, and I pushes my manhood in. I can feel her tightness, her pussy walls started to squeeze my cock, at this state I might cum sooner than I. The door's unlocked, I move inside and lead us in. "Alone at last." I face her, give her a hug and squeeze that sweet ass of her with both hands. Pulling her up a little higher into me, I feel her nipples jabbing my upper chest, my erection rhythmically pulses against her stomach. I want her to feel it.I want her to do more than that, though. Letting her go, I step back and unbuckle my slacks. "Suck me off, hot stuff." She's gasping at the sight of my bobbing penis, which I wave to her with a. I could only hear their mindled moans and sighs in the darkness.My curiousity was spurred on by what I had seen (or rather, what I could see) and heard on those few nights when I spied the two of them. As te years went on mom had many friends like Angela. Some were around for a while and others were gone before I could remember their names. They all seemed to have that similar "mannish" quality about them. I would realize that mom preferred these types of women. But for the moment my head was. When I acknowledge the news, he winks at me with a massive grin on his face and makes the same hand gesture two guys exchange with each other when they’re talking about having sex with a girl. This is, obviously, his idea so we can still have a sex life while we’re here.I’m very thankful for his kind gesture and profusely thank him. This is going to be much better than I’d hoped, although the hotel isn’t one I would’ve chosen. It’s more of a motel than a hotel but it’s better than sleeping in a.