The pain was back on her face. I could see that she was in agony, clearly stifling her cries. Breathing heavily she winced out the words,“Don’t go... further…it’s too much.” My cock wasn’t even half way inside her. “Danny, you’re too big, it hurts!” She was crying freely now, and still digging her nails into my arms.“Don’t worry love, I’ll stop, it’s okay.” The last thing that I wanted to do was stop, but I hated to see her in pain, I hated knowing I was causing that pain. I leaned forward to kiss. . or even all of New York by the Stones who approach you, Nick Coyle, hot young billionaire,” said Pilar sleepily. “A lot of the people in our age groups you meet either went to Riverwalk or were heavily influenced by it.”“I should keep Inez on speed dial,” muttered Nick. “What’s Riverwalk? I think Jazz mentioned it.”“It’s a school on Roosevelt Island,” said Pilar. “A big high school with a smaller college attached to it. Run by Stones, financed by Stones, crawling with Stones. Jazz is a pretty. So in an almost boat-like car, we headed to Burger King for dinner, then to Malibu.That place was amazing! Unlike go-kart places I had been at before, here you did not just go in circles until a time limit had expired, it was a long winding ½ mile track with bridges and tunnels. First you had to take a safety test for a license, then you could use one of their cars. They were ¼ scale Indy race cars, and you got to do a single lap. Times were posted on how well you did, and groups could compare. As I made myself to bed and pulled over the sheets to cover myself completely, I could see mom turn off all lights except the dressing mirror. I closed my eyes trying to sleep. But hell, sexy images of my mom in her towel and her lush body were haunting me.I couldn’t sleep. I opened my eyes to see mom stand in front of the mirror and her hands were reaching her back slowly, unzipping her nightdress.As mom removed her nightdress slowly down her shoulders until her waist, I saw her luscious back.