I thought I’d had the ultimate orgasm when I came in my mom’s mouth, but she seemed to outdo herself each time we made love. After the first time I came in her mouth she said to me, “I want to do everything for you,” and she came close. After the summer of having my mother, the word anticlimax took on a new meaning for me. And once we started again, I knew that the sex I had with Carol could never be enough.
But it’s always more than the sex. I wasn’t in love with Carol the way I was with my mother. There was no burning passion; I had just been going through the motions with her after mom left me.
So mom and I snuck around for about a month; that gets old fast. So after making love one afternoon, I had my head in mom’s lap as she stroked my hair. I said, “We have to do something, don’t we mom?”
She said, “Yes baby, I guess we’re putting off the inevitable because it’s easier to do nothing.”
I said, “I’ll do it first. Do you think I should tell Carol the truth, I guess she deserves it.”
Mom said, “Nobody deserves to be put through that kind of pain…baby that would be a selfish thing to do. She wouldn’t understand and it would just complicate everything. Honey, it’s more important to be kind than to be truthful, and at least your business is doing well enough to give a settlement that can keep her on her feet.” Mom was always smarter than I was. So I agreed and over the course of the next months, the divorce was pretty much a done deal. I felt like hell, but it was fortunate that Carol and I had put off having kids until the business was built, and at least she was still young enough to start over.
Later on mom began her proceedings and poor Karl kept saying to her that he thought they were happy. Mom tried to take all the blame, but she felt terrible about what Karl went through. After lots of discomfort, Mom and I moved back in together.
We celebrated six months together last night. The good news is that Carol is seeing someone, and Karl wasted no time finding someone to help him spend his money. We celebrated the way we always do, together, at home, alone. We called it our six month wedding anniversary, and we are more than married.
I watched my mother putting nail polish on her toes last night after her bath. I took off the towel that she was wrapped in telling her I wanted to look at her great body. She always laughs in disbelief, but she still thrills me. Her body was warm and fragrant and I scooped her heavy breasts and sucked on the rosy tips. I can’t get enough and lucky for me, mom still always says, “Yes.” I feel fortunate that our libidos are in sync, because I can’t imagine wanting to let a day go by without having her physically.
I’m not a body-builder, but as a joke I picked her up and carried her into the adjoining bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I told her to open her legs and she gave me a sexy half-smile I tear my eyes from hers to take in her ass and her legs and her tits and her pussy.
I went between her legs to suck on her pussy. I like giving her head almost as much as I like her giving it to me. Her clit was engorged and felt thick between my lips. I licked around it for a while and when I sucked it up she said, “Oh Jessie, I like that so much.”