I had no intention of sex in the shower, but I did take my time very erotically lathering up her body. We did do a lot of kissing, though, and she was adamant about at least sucking my cock while in there, so I allowed it. Once back in her room, though, she climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees and said, “Will you do to me what you did when you woke me up this morning?”
“What was that?” I asked. I knew full well, I just wanted to hear her say it.
“You licked my … um … butt.”
Without a word I got behind her and began slowly licking her ass. Mom cooed almost lyrically as she began feeding her ass to me, and I lapped at it like the thing of glory it was. I stopped and said, “Um, do you think that maybe you may want to try anal sex?”
“That’s sodomy, Johnny,” she quickly answered. “I could never do that.”
I desperately wanted to say, “Um, hello? What do you think me eating your ass is?” but I didn’t. She told me that she was quite happy with me licking it the way I was, so I continued to oblige her. The subject of sodomy never came up again. The remainder of the night, however … I treated Mom to a new position: Standing. I held her as I braced my back against a wall, going in and out of her while we kissed so damned passionately. When I finally came, my knees buckled, and I slowly sank to the floor, my cock still buried inside her. I turned her on her side while maintaining my vertical position and began pushing in slow, excruciatingly deep thrusts to the hilt. Her pussy was already sopping wet and getting sloppier.
“Oh, that’s it, Johnny. Just like that. Every inch. Oh! GOD!” She came all over my cock. I continued just the way I had been, and twenty-five of her orgasms later, I had gotten my second of the night. It was enough for me. I was ready for bed. I carried Mom to her place, then joined her. We spooned, falling asleep doing so.
The following morning Mom surprised me with a happy wake-up. She was slowly sucking my cock when I awoke, and just the sight of her doing so brought me to orgasm two short minutes later. When she finally came off my cock, she said, “So rich and creamy. I want more.”
“We have a busy day ahead of us,” I reminded her. “Let’s wait till tonight.”
“Or, we can forget about all the work that needs doing and stay in bed.”
“As enticing as that sounds, Mom, I think we should get busy. We still have a lot of stuff to look over and decide with whom you are going to share it.” We ate breakfast, brushed, washed, and dressed, then finished inventorying the attic before starting on the storage shed. Everything in there was to be mine with exception to an antique manual push mower that Mervin Willoughby was to receive. I didn’t have a problem with that at all. From there we went to spare bedroom number one. A wave of nostalgia came over Mom as she started going through boxes there, for the boxes contained a lot of Dad’s memorabilia. She began to weep, so I held her and soothed her as best I could. We never finished that room. She told me I could do with everything as I wished. I decided to keep it all.
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