Having retired a full colonel with the Air Force yet maintaining a position with the reserves, the idea of scheduling a move around work proved to be no problem at all. In fact, I was able to commandeer the use of my men to help move the majority of my belongings into storage, so the transition from my apartment to Mom’s house was virtually seamless.
All this took place over the course of a week, and she was adamant that there be no more sex until I was fully moved in. The night of, we enjoyed a dinner of shrimp scampi and linguini, then Mom went to the bathroom in her room to prepare herself for what followed. I had my own room if I chose to use it, complete with a bathroom of its own. I showered in mine while she showered in hers. The idea here was that I was more than welcome to sleep in her bed after sex, but if I wanted some “me” time, I’d have a room to myself. I had already decided that if Mom and I were going to live like husband and wife, we may as well fully commit, so I was intent on sleeping in her bed.
I finished my shower first and was lying on the bed with a full erection when she exited her bathroom. “Oh, my. Are you really that excited to see me?” Mom asked.
“We made love just once, Mom. My desire for you has grown exponentially since then.”
Mom lay beside me. I took her in my arms and began to kiss her but pulled back almost immediately. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“I … I’m just nervous, is all,” she responded.
“Why?”
“Because tonight I finally get to know what it feels like to have a penis in my mouth,” she answered. “Johnny, tell me I’m not a whore for wanting to feel you ejaculate in my mouth. Tell me I’m not some kind of slut for wanting to know how it tastes.”
“Mom-Mom, settle down,” I said in a cooling tone. “Look, you know I would never ask of you anything you weren’t comfortable doing, so if you want to put off doing this—”
“No, Johnny. That’s just the thing,” Mom said. “I want it so terribly that I’ve worked myself up to a conniption over it.”
“Then come here,” I said as I lay back and pulled her up. We began kissing again and did so for about five minutes. Finally, I placed her hand on my rigid cock and allowed her to run her fingers all over it.
“I want it so badly,” Mom whispered to me.
“Just wait,” I said, and resumed our slow kissing. Her hand had been trembling at first, but now she was more in control as she lightly pumped my hard cock up and down. She was ready. Finally, I said, “Okay, Mom. Kiss your way down to it.”
Mom kissed my chest, my belly, and had gotten down to my manicured pubes, but stopped just inches shy of her goal. I could feel her hot, sporadic breath against my penis. I flexed it, allowing it to grow and pulsate in her hand. “Oh, what was that?”
“Desire and anticipation,” I answered.
She slowly moved her mouth toward it, then wrapped her quavering lips around the head of my cock. Immediately following this, she let out a scream that, if not encumbered by my cock, would have alerted the neighbors to some kind of distress. Her body seized and spasmed, and Mom had the mother of all orgasms. She damn near collapsed on me as her legs gave way and her body lurched forward. She gained some composure, though, and then it was as if someone had loosed all the demons in hell and they all chose to inhabit her body. She began sucking my cock so fast and furiously that there was really very little sensation to be had on my part, although she was cycling an orgasm every twenty to thirty seconds.