Mature I Prefer Mature Ladies

As Mom was returning to her prior life, I began looking for a new job. In my last year in the army, I earned about $65,000 and was able to save much of it, so I wasn't in a hurry. I had several options, including joining a reputable security company, or being a bodyguard for a known celebrity. The job offer I considered most seriously was a new startup, which combined online security service and creating military-intended software for offensive and defensive purposes. After presenting their innovations to the army brass, the 2 founders of the company secured initial funding of $10,000,000 with a promise of significantly higher amount if their program was chosen to be implemented.

I thought about it and sought advice from 2 people who served with me in the army. In the meantime, I remained mostly at home. My intimate relationship with Agnes was going well, though my heart ached each time I thought how much I wished to have similar intimate relations with Mom.

One morning, when I arrived at Agnes's house, her smile was more radiant than usual. She said, "Jerry dear, the other day, when you were out, your mother and I sat down and started talking about your father. Luna became very emotional, and we decided to drown our sorrow in wine. We ended up emptying the bottle, and I heard your Mom talk about things she never divulged before. At one point, I asked her how she coped with not having her physical needs fulfilled. She cried, 'Like you, I use a vibrating friend.'

I inquired, 'And what do you think about while it works?' Her answer surprised me, 'It's always the same theme. One time during our honeymoon, my husband saw me cutting vegetables in the sink. He sneaked behind me, cupped my tits, and whispered menacingly in my ear, 'Lady, I am the man of the house, and I own you. You better submit without resistance, or I sell you like a sheep to the next passerby.' His rough demeanor with his cock so hard and poking my ass, I just fell on my knees, and submitted to his demands. This was the most erotic incident I could recall. And now, this event still energizes me to reach a powerful orgasm."

Agnes stared at my eyes, "Honey, I saw your mother looking at you. She no longer sees you as her boy, but as an adult. And now, YOU are the man of the house. If I were in your shoes, and MY feelings toward Luna were similar to yours, I'd be proactive..."

"Agnes, I appreciate your dedication to match me with Mom, but there is a big difference between addressing me as an adult and agreeing to have me in her bed."

She sighed, "I love you, but like most men, you have no clue about women's signals. Who do you think she better dresses for lately? Each time you show up, her eyes glisten. And once, if you recall, I arrived at your house early. You went like a zombie to the bathroom wearing shorts and having a huge woodie. She couldn't take her eyes from your tent and licked her lips. Then, she realized I noticed her reaction, and her face turned ruby-red. Jerry, she won't admit it, perhaps even to herself, but she is definitely attracted to you. However, unless YOU make the first move, she'll never act on it."

"Agnes, you are cute, but crazy!"

"Whatever. Please promise me at least to think about it."

"OK, I will. In the meantime, your body is still mine, so, show me!"

Agnes chuckled, "Yes, Master. As you wish, Master. What would you want me to do for you this time, Master?"

"Since you are a hungry bitch, I want to fuck you doggy-style. But then I wish to cum in your tight ass. If you are as good as can be, we'll shower together, and I'll massage your gorgeous body with oily-soap until you beg me to invade your cunt again."

Agnes grinned, "My only regret: Why haven't we started our fun times earlier..."

After returning home, my brain reminded me of the talk I had with Agnes. Her suggestion was so outrageous, yet... tempting. As part of 'thinking about it,' I decided to check out something. In the mornings, Mom was usually in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. The following morning, I jacked off somewhat, making sure my half mast pecker was pushing nicely the front of my shorts, wore no shirt, and strolled leisurely toward Mom. I kissed her cheek and said, "I'll freshen up and be back soon." Mom's eyes were concentrated on my tent, and she mumbled, "OK hooney. I'll make yoour breeakfast." Agnes was at least partially right: My mother WAS fascinated by my body...

After eating the meal, I hugged her and muttered, "Mommy, I love you so much..."

She grinned and whispered, "It's only half of what I feel about you."

Her words had a powerful effect on me and... I lost my mind and chose to go for broke.

I waited for her to face the sink and work on the dirty dishes, and I moved quietly behind her. With trembling hands, I cupped her covered tits and announced, "Lady, I am the man of the house now, and I own you. You better submit without resistance, or I sell you to the next passerby."

She shivered, "Jerry, honey, what happened to you?"

I continued gently kneading her breasts and blurted, "I love you and wish to have ALL OF YOU. Now that Dad is no longer here, I am the new owner, and I claim you as mine."

Her shaking continued, "Darling, I love you dearly, but that's incest. God will punish us for the rest of our lives..."

My hands gradually trailed her front, "I never understood god's logic: Look at how many innocent children died in the holocaust, babied suffer from inoperable cancers, dictators torture good people. I am not religious, but even if I were, to my knowledge, not once the bible mentions that mother and son should not have intimate relationship."

She desperately whispered, "Please, honey, you know it's a sin."

"Deep down, I know you feel like me, but afraid to act on it. I hate to give up, but I love you too much to force you to do something you do not feel comfortable doing. I'll leave you now. I'll never do or mention it again, but, please, think about it. If you change your mind, I'll still be around until I start working. And then, if you choose to deny us, I'll move to live in my own place."

She began crying, "Darling, you are not fair, it's extorsion..."

"It's not my intention. But continue seeing the love of my life without the benefit of having her is hurtful. Staying away, I'll be able to keep my sanity."

"But Jerry, I REALLY love you..."

"Why can't you get it? Whenever I see your pretty face, my eyes focus on your lips, wishing to kiss them. Although you occasionally dress better these days, most of the time you keep hiding behind this robe. I want to hug your body, play with it, lick it, and more..."

She ran away to her room and closed the door behind her. I stood by the door and heard her crying. My chest was hurting. My instinct was to enter the room, take her in my arms, and kiss her. However, after pouring my heart to her, it was her decision. The only thing I could do was wait.

I didn't talk about the incident with Agnes, even though, after that episode, I bedded her twice. Then, when I met her the 3rd time, rather than inviting me to have sex with her, Agnes said she had to talk to me. It was clear it had to do with Mom.

We sat on the sofa, and Agnes said, "Yesterday, after you left the house, your mother had a long chat with me. She told me everything that happened between you two, and asked how I would have behaved if I were in her shoes. I pretended to be in shock and then mumbled, 'For quite some time, I've noticed Jerry had the hots for you. Luna, you are not only a 'mother,' you look very good. I suspect it started as a classic case of Oedipus complex, but when he returned from the army, his feelings heightened. His father's demise made him the perfect candidate to discuss the subject with you: He really IS the man of the house. You refuse to go out with what you call 'strangers,' and I think both you and your son have similar feelings toward each other.

The word INCEST is frightening you more than anything else. We live only once, and life is short. As long as you do not harm anybody else, I say, take it with both hands.' Your mother smiled, 'I knew you'd say it. You always were more daring than me.' I stared at her and asked, 'Luna, we are BFFs for many years. Tell me the truth; don't you find him physically attractive?' she sighed, 'What woman wouldn't? But he is MY SON, for god sake!' I hugged her and said, 'Honey, I think we covered everything. The question is, are you willing to sacrifice one of your principles to make both of you happy or not?' I left shortly after."

Agnes watched my face. I kept silent for a couple of minutes and said, "You are a terrific sex partner and a good friend. I think both of us did whatever we could. The rest is up to Mom. Please, do not raise the subject again with her, unless SHE wishes to talk about it."

Agnes had a mischievous grin, "Do I get a prize for being 'terrific' and 'good?"

"Yes, girly. What do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking about a cowgirl position. You may be Master, but today I have the urge to ride you."

"Lady, you are on. Any position which enables me to enjoy your jugs bouncing before my eyes is automatically on my wish list."

Agnes straddled my body, and gingerly descended on my pole. Funny, after thinking about Mom, my dick was already hard, and I didn't notice... Her abundant juices dripped on my organ, which facilitated the penetration. Once her butt sat on my pelvis, I bent my legs, and pushed her back gently to lean on my thighs. Agnes started going up and down on my member, closed her eyes, and groaned with pleasure. Initially, my eyes were hypnotized by her swaying boobs, but soon my hands began tweaking her sensitive nipples. She placed her palms on mine, and together we massaged her beauties. Next, her rhythm increased, and her movements switched to forward and back. Her pulse accelerated, and subsequently, I joined her action by fucking her vagina upward. As my pace went up further, Agnes quivered and climaxed. While continuing to pound her pussy from below, I pulled her upper body onto me, and French kissed her. She whimpered into my mouth as her body jerked erratically.

Then, I rolled us over, laying her on her back with me on top, and continued ramming my prick into her in abandon. For the next 15 minutes, my cock drilled her pussy relentlessly like a ragdoll, until I was ready. I ejaculated a ton of sperm straight into her cervix.

After resting, I saw Agnes had tears in her eyes. I kissed her eyes tenderly and said, "Sorry, girl. I must have been too ferocious this time. I apologize..."

She smiled through her tears, "Silly boy, you did not hurt me, and I loved everything you did. I just feel that your mother's resistance is fading, and soon she'll give in, which means I'll lose you..."

I kissed her soft lips, "Agnes dear, crying about something that MIGHT happen is not useful. I love Mom more than anybody, but I am very fond of you and love our sex. Giving up on you will be only a last resort."

On the days after our 'uncomfortable meeting' in the kitchen, Mom and I attempted to behave as before, but the underlined tension was felt in the air. Agnes also pretended that nothing happened and did her best to lighten the atmosphere with jokes and funny anecdotes.

Two weeks to the day later, during dinner with Agnes being away, I told my mother, "I decided to join the startup company."

She grinned, "I knew you'd be successful in life. I am happy for you, honey."

I added, "And I worked with the right real estate agent to find me a suitable place to live."

She gazed at me and mumbled, "But here I prepare your meals, do your laundry, dust your room, and you are free to bring a date whenever you wish..."

"Mom, everything you mentioned is appreciated, but loving you as my mother is no longer enough. Seeing you daily and knowing you are out of my reach is tearing me apart. I prefer to do it all by myself or hire somebody to help me with these tasks. I think continuing to live together, yet apart, is torture. If I knew for sure you didn't want it because you were not attracted to me, it would have been a different story, but your stubbornness and belief in godly-sins is killing me inside. I promise to still visit you every weekend."

She whispered, "Honey, PLEASE, don't..."

"The real estate agent said she'd be talking to me in 3 days about her recommendations."

Mom began crying and went to her room. I watched TV in the living room. About an hour later, Mom came out with a strange smile on her face, "Honey, I go shower."

It sounded weird. Never before did she announce to me her shower plans. OK...

I continued staring at the screen, trying to concentrate on a silly Seinfeld episode. Half an hour later, Mom came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large towel. This was unusual as well. Until now, she always came out covered with a robe... Something WAS different, but I didn't know what to make of it.

Subsequently, Mom went to her room and left the door ajar. I waited a couple of minutes for her to close the door, but she didn't. I went toward the door and peeked inside. Mom sat NAKED before the mirror with her back to me, and her eyes were directed straight at me. I froze. She said nothing and only looked at my face.

I stuttered, "Doo you waant me to leave the rooom and close your dooor?"

"No..."

"Moom, is this some kind oof a test?"

She murmured, "No honey. If you haven't changed your mind, I think I am ready."

I ogled her. After the shower her hair was wet and her face undone, but I loved it the way it was. Her average size tits showed mild sag, but in my eyes they were more enticing than Scarlet Johansson's. Her tummy was flat, soft, and feminine. Since she was sitting, everything below her waist was hidden.

I whispered, "Mom, you are beautiful..." My pecker began hardening.

"Aren't you disappointed my body is older than the average 20-something girl?"

"I want YOU and not a young girl. And if you think it's only a compliment, move your eyes 2 feet down, and you'll get your proof."

Mom eyed the growing bulge in my pants, and her eyes brightened, "Mentally, I was ready to give up 2 days ago, but then I got scared that once you see me naked, you'd lose interest..."

I moved behind her and turned her chair to face me. I knelt in front of her and very tenderly kissed her lips. Her hands wrapped around my neck. I French kissed her, invading her sweet mouth with my tongue. It found her trembling one, and they introduced each other lovingly. Then I disengaged from her mouth, glanced unabashedly at her marvelous tits, and mumbled, "They are so tempting. May I?..."

She grinned, "Last time you sucked on them was 24 years ago..."

"Sorry. I guess I haven't matured enough. I still have the urge to play and milk them."

Mom giggled, "Honey, you can try. My milk has dried years ago."

I complained, "That is not true. You are just being cheap..."

"Oh, darling... you make the first time so much easier than I thought. I love you so much."

"Mom, can we go to bed? I want to see all of you, touch you, make sure it's not just a pleasant dream."

She stood up and didn't move for a moment, giving me a first view of her neatly trimmed black bush and her shapely thighs. By now, my stiff organ was threatening to rip my zipper.

In bed, she lay on her side and grinned, "Jerry, show me YOUR body."

I faked concern, "I am afraid you'll see my body and regret inviting me to your bed. May I stay dressed, PLEASE!..."

Mom laughed, "Big boy, stop being silly and undress."

Once I saw a video clip of The Chippendale's show, so now I removed my clothes slowly, pretending to be one of them. I thought it was rather funny, but when Mom saw my erect cock, her eyes widened and, unless I was wrong, showed... lust!

I lay beside Mom and kissed her again. She seemed much more relaxed than when she sat by the mirror. She lay on her back, and her eyes explored my face. I inspected her body, letting my fingers trail her soft, smooth skin. Next, I bent down, took a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. It had a fresh, post-shower taste. I munched on it gingerly and rose to kiss her again. Mom moaned, and her tiny palm caressed my hairy chest. She murmured, "Your pectorals are huge, and I love your chest hair." She kissed my nipples one after the other. It was ticklish, yet arousing as well. Then her hand moved down along my 6-pack and found my tumescent member. She fondled it and whispered, "Your Daddy's was almost as big as yours... Are you sure you wish to put it in the place you came out from?"

I kissed her lightly and said, "I'd love to."

"In that case, I think I am ready..."

My fingers met her moist labia. She wasn't lying. The wetness suggested she was horny.

"Mom, for our first time, I wish to make love to you."

I saw tears in her eyes. "Mom, what is it? What did I say?"

"It's not you. Those exact words your father said to me the first time we had sex..."

"I am not sure if later I'll be like him, because when I am very aroused, I turn wilder."

She chuckled, "I don't expect less..."

Next, I knelt between her legs, slowly penetrated her pussy, and gradually advanced until the whole length was buried in her vagina. Unlike Agnes's, her tunnel was less tight, likely the result of delivering me, but not too large either - Just right.

She muttered, "Honey, I feel your penis all the way to my chest..."

"Your cunt feels perfect."

I started pounding her slowly, increasing it gradually. Soon, Mom began groaning, and she whispered, "Darling, I am extremely aroused already. I may cum with this rhythm, but you can continue for as long as you wish. It's been too long, and I have been multi-orgasmic since my first time..."

I accelerated slightly, and we experienced Mom's first climax. Her torso shook and she shrieked. It lasted almost a minute. I continued and intensified my drilling somewhat. Seconds later, another orgasm started. It was more powerful and lasted longer. I continued plowing her body, and my hands massaged her jiggling tits. A 3rd climax shuddered her body. My own arousal was peaking rapidly. I moved one of my hands onto her plump clitoris and played with it. As my seed started leaving my testicles, Mom's 4th orgasm began. It coincided with my giant eruption deep in her pussy. Her cunt muscles spasmed on my shaft and milked it efficiently.

As my cock deflated, I pulled out and lay by her side. Her skin was warm and sweaty. She looked so angelic and vulnerable... I kissed her dry lips tenderly and whispered, "Mom, I love you even more now."

She remained with her eyes closed, but a small smile decorated her pretty face.

I woke up at 7:30 am smelling fresh coffee. Mom was sitting on the bed with her mug in her hand, watching me. I removed my blanket and stretched in bed. She noticed my woodie and laughed, "Like father like son. When you were away, Dad's favorite way of handling his morning-erection was to gaze at me lovingly and plead, 'Honey, I love your sexy lips.' His message was as clear as day. Are you planning to hint the same way?"

I attempted to be diplomatic, "I'll never suggest anything I know in advance you may not like..."

She giggled again, "That's an answer the US representative to the United Nations would give. What is YOUR answer?"

"The truth is I'd love ANY play we can have together, but I'll let YOU set the rules."

"Let me see if I understand you correctly: You wish I suck you, but you are too chicken to say it. Am I right?..."

"May I plead the fifth?"

"Go freshen up, and in the meantime, I'll finish my coffee. When you are done, come back naked, and I'll take care of you."

I peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Despite taking me 15 minutes in the bathroom, the anticipation of what was to follow kept my penis hard. I returned to bed and found Mom wearing only a pair of panties. She knelt on the rug sideways by the long mirror and signaled to me to stand before her. She mumbled, "Your Daddy loved watching me milk his tool from every angle possible, while he was fondling my tits. He claimed that the combination of WATCHING and FEELING a blow job was by far the best. It had another advantage: It was the fastest way to make him cum, so he wasn't late for work..."

Her soft palm gingerly played with my covered nuts, and her lips wrapped around my spongy head, giving it a gentle suck. It jolted in her mouth. She didn't stop and continued advancing on my shaft while blowing on it hot air in the process. In a short time, her expert mouth enveloped my rod and started working it. Her eyes focused on my face. I alternated between looking at the mirror on my right and glancing at her tempting body at my feet. My hands kneaded her perky breasts relentlessly, poking and pinching mildly the dark nipples. I was getting close and noticed Mom's breathing became faster, and she was groaning on my cock. I ejaculated soon after, filling her mouth with slimy goo. She gulped it all effortlessly and smiled, "Honey, are we good now?" I just caressed her black hair and mumbled, "I love you, Mom."

We rested in bed for 15 minutes, and I asked, "Your oral job was fantastic. However, I got the impression that doing it aroused you as well. Am I right?"

"Yes. Having a long, stiff pacifier in my mouth was always a favorite of mine."

"But Dad went to work immediately after you blew him. Did you wait the whole day until he came home to get laid?"

"Not really. If he ejaculated in less than 5 minutes, my arousal was not high enough to bother me. In those instances that it lasted more than 10 minutes, I waited for him to leave and used my Jack Rabbit."

"Are you 'hungry' now?"

She smiled, "I could use a good roll in the hay, if that's what you mean..."

I lay her supine, mounted her body, and seconds later was with my organ deep in her crevices. Mom's cunt was drenched! As I began riding her, I blurted, "Being inside you and gazing at your heavenly body is a toxic combination. Are you into 'lovemaking' or more than that?"

She blurted, "Honey, we already crossed the line of being a mother and son. Now that you are my lover, I'd rather we go for it. When I am in the mood and not concerned about how I'd behave and sound, I become wilder, and the sky is the limit..."

I could still see her as my loving mother, but in my mind, I attempted to switch her image to a desired slut. No longer a loving person but a cheap girl who I was destined to fuck! It wasn't easy, but the more aroused I became, the more my dazed brain focused on my one and only mission: pounce and drill my way to the ultimate goal.

I rammed my engorged cock ferociously into her unprotected pussy, enjoying the constant grinding of her pussy wall and roughing her bouncing tits. Since it was my second act in a short interval, I could better control my own climax this time. Mom's orgasm took place only 3 minutes after I began pounding her. As my ministrations continued, her peak did not let down. To my astonishment, she was in status orgasm the whole time I was inside her cunt! After about 15 minutes, I turned her sideways, lifted one of her legs up, and fucked her that way. By now, she was wailing and mumbling hysterically. I ignored everything and went on, feeling free to abuse her tortured cunt. After 30 minutes of unrelenting plowing of her pussy, it was time for a happy ending. My fingers jiggled her clitoris, and her body jerked violently.

I said menacingly, "Lady, you asked for a REAL fucking, so here you have it," I continued for 2 more minutes and dumped a truckload of whitish spunk deep in her vagina. After pulling out, I went to the bathroom and returned within 10 minutes. Mom was still breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I rested by her side, gently trailing her terrific curves.

Mom began moving 45 minutes later. She eyed me strangely and murmured, "Are you my loving son? The way you treated my body, you were either my enemy or a rapist. Were you too horny or wished to punish me?"

I laughed, "I love you, but I kept under wraps my desire for you for too long. This time, I let go of my animalistic instincts."

"I'll need to sleep for 48 hours to recover from your assault. But after our wild sex, I actually feel wonderful!"

After eating lunch, my mother said, "I'd like to talk to you about Agnes."

"What about her?"

"She is my best and only friend. Agnes is the one who convinced me that accepting you intimately was the right thing to do. Without her encouragement, I don't think I'd be able to do it. Now that the 2 of us found each other, we have to help her too. Do you know a good guy who we can match her with?"

"Mom, you confessed that you discussed us with Agnes. May I make a confession that is likely to shock you to the core?"

She smiled, "What is it? That you discussed with her your interest in me? I guessed it already."

"That's not all. For many years I was in love with you as more than a mere good Mom. When I returned from the army, the pain of not being able to have you was too much. I thought of a replacement, but only Agnes was around us. One day, I was at her house helping with something, and she saw I was sad. She attempted to console me, and we... ended up in bed together. Our encounters continued for months now. I told her that I liked to have sex with her, but my only true love was YOU. She chose to help and work on you to let me into your intimate life despite the knowledge it may cost her our sex that she enjoyed immensely..."

"Are you telling me you and my best friend had sex under my nose without me noticing it?"

"Yes. I hate to tell you the truth so bluntly, but we never intended to hurt you. We were both needy, and circumstances led us to reach for each other."

"I am really not sure how to react. I am more surprised I never suspected it than from the act itself."

"Sorry... I truly love ONLY YOU!"

"So what do you think we should do now about our complicated situation?"

"Both Agnes and I agree on this one. Everything is up to you; you can stop seeing Agnes, or tell her to stop her relationship with me, or tell me I was a jerk and quit your & my intimacy. What do YOU think?"

"My mind is foggy right now. I cannot think straight. One thing for sure: I would not want to lose either one of you. Look, Agnes said she'd be here at 5 pm. Let me ponder about it. Leave me alone until 4, and hopefully, by then, my brain will recover and think of something."

Mom came out of her room at 4 pm. She smiled, but her eyes were reddish. I offered to make her coffee or tea, but she declined, saying she'd drink later when Agnes showed up. I was dying to know what she chose, but hesitated to ask.

She sat quietly by me for several minutes and then asked, "Jerry, what do YOU think I should do?"

"Mom, I cannot think for you, but knowing you still wish to see both of us around, there are only 2 options. Either you tell Agnes and me to stop seeing each other, or... as you mentioned to me before, you wished she'd have somebody to care for her needs too, so leave it as is..."

"Are you recommending that you sleep with both of us?!..."

"I am not recommending. I am just stating, that this might be the best option, based on what YOU talked to me before finding out Agnes and I were seeing each other."

She smirked, "Honey, you are young and strong, but do you think you can handle and satisfy 2 hungry middle-aged broads?"

"I repeat for the umpteenth time: I love you and only you. However, as far as caring for you two sexy ladies, I doubt it will be an unsolvable issue."

"In that case, I'd like to hear what Agnes says about it before deciding what will be MY choice."

Agnes arrived somewhat early. Mom was in the kitchen. I opened the door and told Agnes I slept with Mom and also that I notified her about OUR affair. It must have been a lot, as Agnes's face turned pale. She came toward Mom crying, "Luna, I am so sorry. It was all MY fault."

Mom gazed at her and blurted, "Agnes, the way Jerry said it, BOTH of you felt the same way, and it's not that YOU took the initiative."

"He is lying to protect me. It was all MY fault."

"Let's sit down and talk calmly about it. I had a couple of hours to digest everything, and my initial shock subsided."

Mom served coffee with snacks and stared at Agnes, "I heard what Jerry thinks is the best option going forward. What do YOU suggest?"

Agnes paused before answering, "Luna, right now, my mind is on fire. I wasn't prepared for all of this, and my neurons refuse to connect properly. But MY OPINION is the least important. You two should decide, and I'll accept anything you agree on, whether I like it or not."

Mom turned to me, "Jerry, I knew in the end it would be up to both of us. You are now the man of the house. What would YOU like to happen from now on?"

"I can repeat what I said before. The 2 of you know I am biased, and you are right. I am in love with my mother and fond of you, Agnes. Having intimate encounters with both of you was intense and very pleasant for me. Agnes and you seemed to enjoy our sex as well. So, Mom will be my priority, but keeping my current relations with you two will be MY first choice..."

Mom gazed at Agnes, "If I accept Jerry's suggestion, will you be OK with it?"

Agnes had a sigh of relief, "It will be more than I thought you'd agree to..."

Mom grinned, "Well, children, I think it's settled. We'll see if the arrangement works."

Agnes had tears in her eyes and hugged Mom, "You are so generous. You are a true friend!"

Mom chuckled, "Perhaps I am, but one of my reasons for agreeing was practical: When Jerry pinned me to the bed, it was great but also... a lot. My orgasm was the best ever and lasted more than any in the past, but my body was not built for similar action on a daily basis. I think that 3-4 times a week will be just perfect for me. The other days, you two can play as much as you wish..."​