When he bent to kiss me I knew he could taste himself but he seemed unconcerned. I wanted him inside me, thrashing about in my womanhood, but he was finished. I had achieved orgasm, and so had he, but it was more that I was wanting today. I watched his naked butt move away, down the hall, away from my view. I slid from the table and followed him, gathering my clothing on the way. I had never before walked around the house naked, at least not on purpose. Even those months that we were making love regularly I would always be dressed. But today I felt different, as if being naked in my own home was the greatest thing there was. I stopped, looked around my kitchen, and dropped my robe and gown to the floor. I walked to the sink, then to the table where I quickly wiped away puddles of my own secretions. I wondered if any neighbors had been window peeping. If they were, or had been, they would know more about me than they should.
By the time I finished my shower Matt was dressed. "I will be home around noon today. What time will you leave the hospital for lunch?"
"Well, I guess around noon. Would that be OK?"
"Perfect!" We both knew the meaning. It would be our final moments before filling the house.
When I got home his car was in the driveway. "Matt?" "Matt?" I called out but he didn't answer. I laid my coat and purse on the table and made my way down the hall. I didn't see him until I turned into my bedroom. He was there, in my bed, apparently naked.
"You're a little late."
I had stepped out of my shoes and was unbuttoning my blouse as he watched. "You think so? Well, maybe I can make up for it."
I undressed as quickly as I could and crawled under the sheets beside him. We kissed, I held and stroked his erection he rubbed my breasts and then suckled them. I bent down and took him in my mouth, for a brief time as I wanted him deeply inside me. I straddled his body and held his massive erection as I positioned myself over it. I slid down until he was fully impaled inside me. I sat there motionless enjoying the sensation that filled my vagina. I began moving slowly, up and down, in and out, enjoying the feeling of his hard manhood against my clitoris. We moved together in harmony until I began to feel my orgasm and it arrived. He came, filling me again, and I felt it leaking out and onto his stomach.
He was holding me and I was thinking aloud. "There is something I would like to talk to you about. How is Christy? I mean, I know you have been dating her for several months but I'm not sure where or how your relationship is with her. I guess I'm worried that you and I are, or will, interfere with what you may have with her."
"Our relationship is just fine. I mean we like each other and take care of each other. We aren't having intercourse, if that's what you're asking. We, uh, we do take care of each other's needs in our own way. She is saving her virginity for marriage."
"Ah! Admirable of her. So are you ---?"
"She sucks me, I eat her out. The only person I fu--, er, have sex with is you, only you
I wanted to shout that I was his only intercourse lover. I leaned my head into his shoulder and felt so proud and so wanted. We were quiet for a while and then I became motherly again. "You need to shower and go back to work. Mike and Angie should be arriving in a few hours and I have so much to do. Um, let's see. I need to change this bed, wash sheets and towels, fix the bed in the basement, and, uh, many more things. I thought we would let Mike and Angie sleep in your room and you could stay in the spare basement room. Ok?"
"I had already figured that out, Mom." The 'Mom' part was pronounced hard and it hurt. I guess I was babbling on like a Mom, not like a lover who had just been fully satisfied.
He left me without saying much and went to shower. I began stripping the bed and getting the house in order. He came out of his room ready to return to work. "Mom?"
"In here."
"Look. I'm sorry for acting like a child. I guess I felt like one just then. You know I love you and how much I love being with you, don't you? Well because of the way I feel sometimes when you talk I feel like a little boy and I don't think of us that way."
His words were a ton of bricks, truth. "I, uh, I understand. I won't treat you like a child ever again."
"I've gotta go. I'll see you this evening."
He started out the door but stopped and turned back around to me. I was wearing only a big t-shirt when he pulled me to him and kissed me. I could feel his body pressing into me and his hands were caressing my ass. He kissed me like his lover.
I watched him drive away then turned on the Christmas tree lights. I was still in that t-shirt and I smelled of sex, wonderful sex. I did as much of my work as I could before showering as I wanted to keep the feel and smell of what we had done.
Around 3 hours later my eldest son and his wife arrived. Mike looked trim and fit as a good Army Sergeant should. Angie was her beautiful slender self, her dark brown hair pulled back into a small pony tail. It would be a long time before I could have Matt again, or so I thought.
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