Mom used to drink wine. So she ordered a wine and started drinking it. I didn’t want to drink in front of my mom and get caught. So I was just oglin... at the other girls at the party who were dressed hot too. But my mom was looking equally hot to them.Time went and she called me to join her on the dance floor. Since I was not a dancer kind of guy, I told her to dance and to be careful. I was drinking a Jagermeister and watching my mom dance happily as she didn’t see me after going there.Having a. Well, that didn't happen and I knew I'd still get to see those bodacious tits before the evening was over.After we'd danced for nearly three hours, I made a sign to Barbie and she agreed that she was more than ready to leave the dance. I showed her to the car after we said "goodbye" to some of our school friends that were there too and then Barbie and I went to my car and drove to a nearby hotel where I'd already reserved our room for the evening -- what was left of it. I got into the elevator. ..just like you had asked. I click my way down the hall then duck into a usually locked room when no one is looking. It's dark but I know you're there. I can hear you breathing, heavily with anticipation but quietly with care. Everything is quiet as I approach you in the dark. I don't have to feel around anymore, I know my way by heart. My heart beat quickens the moment I hear your voice whispering so close to my ear. I had barely felt your hand as it came to a rest on my side, your fingers. Harder; three fingers.. quite harder; then four fingers.. now she started screaming from pain, perhaps mixed pain and pleasure. I allowed her asshole to get slowly accustomed to my four fingers until I felt she was ready for my entire fist. I wondered if she could take it. Well, it was not up to her, and she would not say the safe word until she was really frightened. And, while I was dominant, I do not think I was scary; she knew, instinctiverly, that she could trust me.When I felt she was.