Mom asks son to give her the one experience she never had

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“Sure. Go ahead,” I said around a mouthful of food.

“You said something last night, Johnny, that got me to thinking.”

“What did I say?” I asked, immediately concerned. Did I say something wrong? Out of context? Something that should not have been said at all?

“Last night you made the statement, ‘as long as you let me, I’ll treat you like the lady you are.’ Did you mean that?”

Oh, I was relieved. “Why, sure,” I responded. “Why wouldn’t I have?”

“What would you say to moving back in?” she asked in way of a response. I looked at her with a curious, up-raised eyebrow. She continued. “This way, we could be together every night until … Well, you know …”

“Is that what you want, Mom? Would you like me to move back in with you?”

“As long as it wouldn’t be a burden on you,” she replied. “I mean, I am going to need help getting my affairs in order, and what-not. Besides, when I finally do pass on, you get the house anyway. We might as well start working toward that end as well.”

“I have some errands to run after breakfast,” I announced. “Let me mull this over, and when I get back, we’ll discuss it in depth, okay?”

“Good enough,” she said, and we ate the remainder of our food in silence.

I paid a couple of bills, went to the post office and dropped off a box to be shipped to my son in Albuquerque, and another for my daughter in Sioux Falls, then stopped by my friend Andy’s house to help him assemble a regulation-size pool table he purchased off eBay, then it was back to Mom’s house where, after a meal of her home-made pimento cheese and home-made chicken salad—not combined, but eaten with Crunchmaster crackers—we were finally able to talk, and we covered everything.

When I arrived back at my apartment complex, I went to the site manager and gave her my thirty-day notice. I explained to her that my mother had a year to live and I wanted to spend it with her. She termed this a special circumstance and let me out of my lease even though I still had five months left on it.

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.

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