I was still pretty young, lying there in bed playing with myself, the first signs and sensations of my impending orgasm already upon me. I hadn't hear...d the simple quick warning knock on my door, too engrossed in the mental sensation to have been aware of it when mom walked into my room. How long she had stood there, I never really knew, though it couldn't have been more than moments, just long enough to realize what it was I was doing, a surprised comment that perhaps she shouldn't have even. I could tell she liked what she felt. One of the things that she had mentioned to him was being forced to do things, The feel on a man’s hand on the back of my head turns her on. He remembered this and wasted no time. He unzipped his pants, pulled his hard cock out, grabbed the back ofher head and forced his cock down her throat. She loved it. Here was a person that she had met at the door less than 5 minutes ago, and already had his cock pushed up against the back of her throat. It then got to. Luckily the hotel was well marked as to where the rooms were. I made my way down the hallways and found it! I stood there for a minute then knocked on the door. In a few seconds the door opened, and I instantly lost all my nervousness. There she was as gorgeous as her pictures with a big smile and a welcoming hug. She was dressed very nicely and the hotel room was a suite with a separate bedroom. She introduced me to her photographer friend and we chit chatted for a short time. She then said “I. "What was it like?" I prompted myself. "Well, it was nice..."Ester was a social worker of some kind. I didn't know much about her job except that it involved sitting all day in an office with several other women. I'd lived next door to her for almost three years and in all that time I had never seen her with a man. Sometimes I'd meet her on the stairs, usually when she came home from work, carrying her grocery bags, breathing heavily, red faced with her big fat breasts heaving. If I was going.