“So,” she began. “What the fuck were you doing to that girl that she made those sounds?” She timed it perfectly that I almost spit out the mouthful of coffee I’d just sipped.
“Well, if you really want to know,” I said after I stopped coughing, “there’s a special thing I do with my thumb that drove her absolute….”
“Stop”, mom laughed, covering her ears and shaking her head ‘no’ playfully. “I don’t need to know. I’ll just say one thing: you sure as hell didn’t get that from your father!” Have I mentioned that mom and I were close? There really wasn’t anything we couldn’t talk about with each other.
The weekend that followed was pretty uneventful. I went out to a local bar with live music Saturday night with my best friend, something we’d done each week since I got home. Sunday was pretty much a chore day around the house. I was still in the habit of ironing my clothes, a habit I picked up during my Army years, so there was a lot of laundry and ironing going on.
Sunday night, mom and I had dinner together and settled on the couch to watch TV in comfortable silence. As the night grew late, mom stood up and stretched. “It’s time for this old lady to turn in”, she said. I noticed as she stretched that my mom’s nipples were erect, and clearly visible through her white nightgown. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her dark nipples. It had been a long time since I’d seen my mom’s body like that, and now, even at age 56, she was sexy as hell.
“Old, my ass”, I said. “You know you have a better body than Wendy, right?” I forced a laugh, hoping mom wouldn’t think the comment inappropriate.
She smiled and reached out her arms to me. I willingly stepped into the circle of her arms, and enjoyed being close to my mom. She tilted her head up and, expecting our typical kiss, I bent down to her. Her lips were moist, which was unusual and she parted them as our mouths met, taking my lower lip between hers. The kiss seemed to last a bit longer than usual, as well; long enough that I felt my cock stir in my jeans.
I wrapped my arms firmly around mom, trying to draw her closer, but she placed her palms on my chest and softly pushed away. “Goodnight, min gode pojke”, she said, turning to go to bed. As she walked away, I dropped back to my seat on the couch, a rush of emotions and hormones causing my mind to churn. Wow! I thought. Did mom really just kiss me like that? I unbuttoned the fly of my 501s, and pulled out my cock, already almost fully hard.
*****
So, maybe you’re wondering about my cock. Sure, I could tell you it’s a 11″ hose the thickness of a grown man’s wrist, but I don’t want to lie to you. I suppose I have a pretty average cock. It’s a bit over 6″ long, not especially thick, but definitely not a pencil dick, and it has a large mushroom head that my lovers tell me rubs them just right. It will tickle the back of a throat, has been at least adequate for the majority of women I’ve been with, and isn’t too big for anal sex. I’m pretty content with what I’ve got, and more so with how I use it.
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