Feeling my cock against her she turns and leans her head back on my shoulder, inviting me to nuzzle her neck as she shoves her soft, large bum cheeks ...against my hardness. I move my hands from her waist, up her tight white cotton blouse to squeeze her full, heavy breasts. God I've missed these! I've wanked myself stupid this last week thinking about them and I revel in their softness and weight as I gently cup them. "Hmmm. You like them don't you?" she asks, "Much bigger than your wife's, eh?". I hitched my pants and undies up, tucked everything into place and fastened my jeans. The only thing that Mum did was move closer to my side, she was seemingly happy to travel near enough to naked and she made no effort to put her dress and petticoat in order. They were still bunched at her waist and left her breasts, legs, pussy and the lower part of her tummy exposed. I made no comment, started the car and set off, facing another hour's travel before home.Once we were travelling Mum grabbed. Tables of food were located on the veranda, in the house and around the lawn. Several hardwood dance floors had been prepared as well on the lawn. Waiters in 17th century costume had begun to circulate with trays of champagne and music emanated from the gazebo, drifting through the spring night. Candelabras located on the veranda, buffet tables, and at the corners of the dance floors offered the only illumination as dusk faded into velvet night. A rotund fellow dressed as Blackbeard and myself. ” For once, I really don’t have the words to describe it.We look at each other, naked and sticky, lying on the carpet in a strange hotel room.My mind starts to work properly now.“Come on Lizzie, we can’t stay here any longer, someone could come at any moment. We could get arrested.”“But I want you more, honey.”But I’m putting my clothes on now, and Lizzie starts to do the same.“What about my shirt?” she giggles, holding it up, ripped to shreds, the front gaping, buttons gone. “I can’t wear.