The hotel was too small to afford a night-porter. The entrance door had an electronic lock and – as Ben had learned - could be opened with a code of... numbers. These were given to guests who planned to return late. But there was also an emergency call button for unplanned, late arrivals.The duty of being on-call after 10 o’clock – for admitting a locked-out guest or late arrival, or an in-house emergency – Christine and Gerd were supposed to share. The signal could be directed at either the. The owner was very supportive, and in fact, told Brenda thatin the event I was looking to expand my horizons and make a little extracash, I could go there to work part time as a motel maid. Laughing alittle inside, I asked where the dress was. She said that she wasgetting to that. It seems that her friend had dresses in severaldifferent sizes. He asked Brenda what size that I wore. I'm sure shecould have guessed, but she told me that he suggested that I come to themotel. Her friend set up an. Talk about embarrassed, I thought I was going to die. It was bad enough to get caught, but caught by my mom, damn.I was afraid to come out of my room. After a couple of hours, I was slowly stroking my cock when my mom re-entered my room.“Holy crap Tommy, you’re still at it. I can’t believe it, Time for a talk young man.” she said.“Damn mom, can’t a guy ever have some privacy,” I responded.“When you moan and groan so loud I can hear it in the living room, I think there is something wrong with. "Yes," said Mildred, "I suppose you'll play with her." Her eyes went down and she added, "Right now, you're playing with something else. Oh, Willis, do you always have to have an erection?"She stared at the huge, stiff organ that protruded from his open pants; he was holding it in a hair-backed hand, squeezing, caressing, making the slitted lips in the massive head ooze open then close."I wish you wouldn't do that in here, dear," she murmured, her eyes still on his swollen shaft. "Someone might.