Within no time my strokes became constant and faster, after few minutes the sound of my balls slapping my mom's ass cheek were allover the room (thapp... thapp thapp thapp) and my mom moaning to that (ooooohhhh oooohhhh aaahhhh aaahhhh aaahhhhhh). Then I laid on my mom's back pulled her hand from her pussy and started rubbing her pussy with my hand while fucking her asshole. Mom was in heaven, her eyes were closed she was feeling every inch of my cock in her ass hole. Suddenly her moans became. "Good morning." She says. "How did you sleep?" Great!" I tell her. "How about you." I ask, as I continue into the bathroom."I slept great, too." She says. "I felt so safe in your arms." She smiles. Safe? Safe from what? Safe because she knew I wouldn't do anything or safe because I'd protect her in a strange place? What an interesting word to use.We leave our bags with the concierge, and walk around Manhattan for a couple of hours, before catching the train. We start out walking next to each. My friend of many years, Kevin, had to go on a business trip to some way-out-there little tropical island. He was an expert on natural disasters, earthquakes in particular, and something in the area had been reported as "very strange". That's all he ever said about it.Anyway, this trip was meant to last a few months, and Anne, his wife, was thoroughly against it.She was 25, and a very bossy, almost dominatrix-type woman, and she knew that her looks could get her anywhere. Her shoulder-length. Just long enough to make memories with my wife. Clothes are rarely worn when we are there. I am almost always there, but, there are certain men that my wife will take to the cabin alone and spend a weekend with.The hot tub on the deck has been the primary focus of so many memories.The normal routine is the when the man arrives, I will greet them and offer them some drinks, as Susie stays in the master bedroom. I will ask them to shower and put on a robe we provide. When they are on the deck and.