Everything that happened at the hotel, just going off of what she said-so due to the shyness, you can multiply what really happened by 10...It was ero...ic!!! From what she says: they had a few drinks, danced a little bit-which he really didn't know how-, got loosened up some and reminised about old times. Basically just caught up..After she had another mixed drink and him another beer, they decided to leave. They walked next door to the hotel, had another beer or two each and bullshitted. . I grabbed my dick, still wet with Mom's spit, with my left hand and guided it to her super hot pussy lips.. those same lips I've jacked off looking at every single day. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her lips until I found her pussy hole... then, with a slow and deliberate motion, pushed forward to drop my hard wet dick into my mom's soft wet pussy. "Oooh, baby! Ahhhhhh...." she moaned as I sank balls-deep inside. Feeling my mom take me in was amazing!! "Good, honey. That feels. ..I never came with a man. With the right guy I'd get wet and it would feel good, very good sometimes, but I never came like I could with my friend Betsy the Vibrator. I learned how to fake it pretty good. How to move, what to say, how to pant and gasp. All just to get a guy more excited so I could do my homework and maybe go to sleep early.I guessed I was maybe twelve, or maybe eleven or maybe thirteen that last part of middle school after I healed up enough after Christmas vacation to be. I paid the two fellows, thanking them for their help. Claire was boxing the dishes and silverware while I swept out the rooms. Aaron and Amy were making silly noises, listening to the sounds echo and reverberate through the apartment. It was one o’clock when the door was closed for the last time, and locked. The kids were fussy and tired. We’d given them a jelly sandwich earlier but they were still hungry. I dropped the keys off and we made a bee-line to McDonalds. This was followed with a trip.