In my state of mind, I would not normally have gotten hard as I wasn’t terribly in the mood for sex. She was talking about a moment in time Mother and her had spent together, and my mind was going crazy. I was ready to kill myself over the loss of my mother, but in that moment, I was rejuvenated at the concept that Mother lived on in Sarah.
“You may remember that we went on a Girl’s Only outing to the casino resort one weekend.” she said, looking up at me longingly. I nodded. “We never left the room,” she admitted as she took my cock briefly in her mouth. She sucked me in deep and was painfully slow in drawing me from her mouth. “We had dinner the first night we arrived, but during dinner, she said we had a long night of discussion, but then put her hand on my arm and said something to the effect that it would have to be over a couple bottles of wine, or else the trip would have been in vain as she would not have developed the courage to do what she went there to do.”
Sarah sucked me into her mouth repeatedly, and I was hot as hell for her. Mother was the one who taught me restraint, and how to resist cumming in the heat of the moment.
“I knew by then that the weekend was not as advertised, and that she and I would spend time revealing secrets and truths. Like I said, so long had gone by where we developed a deep bond, and she led me on about something she wanted to tell me.” Her hand began to quickly move up and down my shaft.
“When dinner was finished, we went back to the room and our weekend officially began. She poured our first glasses, and she began to talk. Because of the preparation of my mind that she provided, I was not shocked when she bluntly admitted that you and her elevated your relationship and were having sex regularly. Mind you, we were married at this point and her silence after that admission was my chance to react out loud. Do you know what I said to her?” she asked before taking me back into her mouth.
I shook my head as I continued to lock eyes with her. She made several movements back and forth; some long, some slow. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, “I told her I thought it was hot. I meant it, too. The way she prepared me gave me plenty of time to think about the possibilities, and that one dominated all of them. So, I focused on it.
“Babe, Mother was quite the woman. She was beautiful in body and mind, but I know you already know that. She asked me a lot of questions, but I have a question for you,” she revealed before taking me into her mouth once again. She bobbed her head slowly as I responded.
“You’re going to say it, aren’t you?” I sighed.
She nodded as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.
“Tell me,” I demanded. She took me out of her mouth only for enough time to tell me that my mother was bisexual.
“Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum!”
” Mmmhmmm, ” she moaned as the pace of her sucking increased.
Typically, she would take me out of her mouth so I could shoot all over her tits and face, but her failure to do so accelerated my orgasm, and I began to fill her mouth with my cum. The fact that she was taking it without difficulty gave me a moment to consider the concept that she may have been with other men who taught her how to do that. After I began to shrink in her mouth and regain my senses, I began my barrage of questions.