Benny arrived first, at 10:30 a.m., followed by Kaitlyn just a little past noon. Mom was happy to see them both; their arrival got her out of her funk and into a more festive mood. We just sat around visiting for a while, then it was off to an early dinner at El Toreo Mexican Buffet. Over dinner, Mom discussed her plans for the kids once she passed away. They were uncomfortable with the ease in which she had accepted her death, but she told them she planned on living every day to the fullest until she died, so they were a bit more receptive of her attitude.
The following day was spent at Wild Adventures, a local theme park. Neither Mom nor the kids had ever been, so it was a thrill for everyone. We stayed until the park closed at ten so we could see the fireworks, then it was off to IHOP for a late dinner before returning home.
The following day, Sunday, we spent going over the particulars of the funeral. By five p.m., both Benny and Kaitlyn had their respective planes to catch, so we drove them to the airport to see them off. Both stated they would synchronize their vacations to spend here with us, and we could count on that in about five or six months.
After a light dinner, Mom got her shower and once again resumed her place in the spare bedroom where she just sat, looking at nothing in particular. I was immediately concerned as I really had no idea what was going through her mind. I mean, the whole time Benny and Kaitlyn were here she seemed normal, but now? I was trying to be respectful and not encroach, then again, maybe that’s what she was waiting for. In the end, I decided to say nothing. I finished the dishes and began reading All the Pretty Girls by Duncan McTeague. The novel contained short chapters and was fast-paced, no real down-time at all, so it kept my attention.
I guess about an hour into the book, Mom came into the living room. She stood before me, saying nothing, then lowered herself onto her knees. She pulled my cock from my shorts and began sucking it, then she mounted me. Her pussy was so sloppily hot and wet that when I penetrated her, my cock was like a warm knife cutting through butter. Mom convulsed as she had a terrific orgasm, then near fell off me as she said, “No. Not like this. Not like this.” She moved to the couch and said, “I need to be fucked tonight, Johnny. Can you fuck me? Can you fuck my pussy good for me?”
I don’t know what was with the dirty talk, but it turned me on like nothing else. I joined her on the couch and lifted her legs so that they fit into the crook of my elbows. I then eased myself into her, then began to slam her seventy-three-year-old pussy as hard and fast as I could. Mom said nothing. She just lay there taking every thrust I gave her. Oh, sure, her face would contort every minute or so as she had an orgasm, but she was quiet for the most part until her climax came, and at that point she scraped her nails down my back before slapping and punching me in the chest and face.
“You sorry bastard! You sorry fucking bastard! Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to kill yourself? I would have taken care of you, you bastard.” She pulled me down to her and began kissing me. “I would have taken care of you.”