She tried to bat me away, but it didn’t really work. Still, she was distracted.
“Yes honey… No, I’m listening I just dropped the phone for a second… uh huh… yes… Admiral Johnson’s wife? Really?” and blah blah blah…
I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my cock to her lips. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italy as Mom has about a third of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spit it out.
“MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be great! We’d love to see you next month for a week! That’s so awesome!”
Mom pushed me hard, I had to get off the chair.
“Yes honey, he’s right here somewhere… Ok… I love you too… thank you so much… bye love… here he is, TRAVIS!”
Good God, I’m right here! But she had to make it look good. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.
“Hey Dad! Happy Mother’s Day!… yeah you too ow fuck! I mean, sorry, I kicked the chair with my toe…”
In reality Mom had taken my cock and bent it downwards. When it’s this hard, it doesn’t bend downwards.
“So you’re coming home soon?… that’ll be cool… maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf…”
Mom just slipped a testicle into her mouth. Jesus that feels nice.
“Yeah I’m taking care of her… uh huh… I will… Ok dad, show them who’s boss!… love you too.”
Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the door. Shit!
“Open up in there!” I yelled as I banged on the door. “It’s Mother’s Day! Mommy needs her present!”
Her muffled voice replied, ” Go away, get dressed. We’re going to brunch with Jeanine.”
Oh yeah! Ok then, down boy.
( . Y . )
Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the fabulous Fleming’s brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.
Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband’s second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their mother’s house this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.
Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little shorter, little trimmer, smaller breasts but very perky, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.
Both ladies had on very tight skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.
“So how did you and Mom meet?” I asked, trying to get the ball rolling. It wasn’t too hard, we
already had two Mimosas in us.
“Well there’s this support group, a forum, for Navy wives. You go online and type stuff about… whatever’s bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a hand. You know, there’s sections for bases, so the gals local to a base can help each other with baby-sitting, doctor’s appointments and things like that.