It was telling that Jocelyn didn’t call after me, or try to stop me. The knife in my gut had been twisted, hard. I felt like I was going to throw up... or pass out, and I wasn’t sure which. I got into my Mustang, but rather than start it, I simply sat and stared at the front door of Jocelyn’s house.My vain hope that she would come after me didn’t come to pass, and after about five minutes I felt good enough to start the car, and pull out of the driveway. I drove slowly, and carefully, lost in my. They had decided that it was in Laney’s best interest that she sleep in her own bed and spend as much time as possible around normal settings, so she would be staying at home with Connor, rather than the hotel with her mom. Further, Laney’s mother was needed back home sooner rather than later. She intended to see her daughter settled, comfortable, and functional, but hovering wouldn’t benefit anyone. Her mother headed back to the hotel early in the evening, and Connor took the opportunity to. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A part of me wanted to desperately crawl into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my arms and rubbing my cock against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own room I. Still she did not wake the young man. After her orgasm she started to ride him some more. I begged her to let me fuck her but she wanted to finish what she started. Then she smiled and let out a soft moan and the young man grunted some. I was giddy with excitement knowing this young man just came inside my wife. She slowly lifted up and his limp cock dropped out of her and she quickly placed her hand on her pussy to keep his cum from dripping on every thing. I followed her to the bathroom and.