Mom's Dying Wish

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.

"I want it so badly," Mom whispered to me.

"Just wait," I said, and resumed our slow kissing. Her hand had been trembling at first, but now she was more in control as she lightly pumped my hard cock up and down. She was ready. Finally, I said, "Okay, Mom. Kiss your way down to it."

Mom kissed my chest, my belly, and had gotten down to my manicured pubes, but stopped just inches shy of her goal. I could feel her hot, sporadic breath against my penis. I flexed it, allowing it to grow and pulsate in her hand. "Oh, what was that?"

"Desire and anticipation," I answered.

She slowly moved her mouth toward it, then wrapped her quavering lips around the head of my cock. Immediately following this, she let out a scream that, if not encumbered by my cock, would have alerted the neighbors to some kind of distress. Her body seized and spasmed, and Mom had the mother of all orgasms. She damn near collapsed on me as her legs gave way and her body lurched forward. She gained some composure, though, and then it was as if someone had loosed all the demons in hell and they all chose to inhabit her body. She began sucking my cock so fast and furiously that there was really very little sensation to be had on my part, although she was cycling an orgasm every twenty to thirty seconds.

"Slow down, Mom. We have all night," I reminded her.

"I just need it!" she near-screamed before jumping back onto it.

"Mom, look." She did. "Take your time. We have all night, okay?" She smiled, nodded, then began a slow, arduous rhythm that she finally accepted. "Oh, wow, Mom. That feels really good," and it did. She was taking my entire length into her mouth. I could feel it stretching her esophagus as it hit the back of her throat. "Keep sucking it just like that."

She experimented with different techniques, and I had no problem with any of them. This was her night. I wanted her to enjoy it.

I reached out and felt her pussy. It was really soft and thick with cum. I began massaging her clit and she moaned again as another large orgasm swept over her. I could feel her legs quivering as I continued to rub on her. There was no need for me to penetrate her with my fingers as her clit was hyper-sensitive; she was still cumming at regular intervals and more so, it seemed, with my gentle touch. I paused shortly after that, though, for that familiar feeling began to well within my testicles. "Oh, Mom," I whispered. "You're going to make me cum." She continued on, building speed just a little, and not long after I was filling her mouth with my seed.

Mom began to cry, but I offered no words of encouragement as I knew these to be tears of purest joy. She finally came off my cock and kissed me full on the mouth. "Johnny, that was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced," then she was back at devouring my cock.

I said, "If you really want to experience something magical, move your legs over." She did, and we were in a sixty-nine. Yes, I was in a sixty-nine with my seventy-three-year-old mother and it was pure bliss for me as much as it was for her. We serviced one another well. She slowly sucked my cock while I slowly sucked her clit, breaking every thirty seconds or so to lap up the sweet, creamery cum that spilled from her pussy. We kept at it for another thirty minutes until I got my second orgasm. Mom was so worn out from the fifty or so that she had that when she climbed up next to me, she was asleep almost immediately. I wrapped an arm around her and fell asleep sometime later.

The following morning, I awoke first. I thought I'd give Mom a surprise wake-up, and I moved down, spread her ass cheeks, and began slowly licking her butthole. Even in her sleep it must have felt good, for she kept poking her ass out more and more so that my tongue could access her deepest regions. She finally awoke with a jerk and said, "Johnny? Wh-What are you doing?" I said nothing. I grabbed her by the hips and moved her onto her belly before drawing her ass up to me, them I completely immersed my face into it. "Oh, fuck!" Mom whispered. That was the first time I ever heard her cuss. Seriously. It emboldened me, though, and I spent the next fifteen minutes eating her ass for her. I slid a thumb into her and worked it in and out dangerously fast. Mom came like a wildcat. I got up behind her and entered her pussy doggie style, banging her hard and fast and deep. I swear, the groans and moans were like something from some movie about possession. I finally rammed myself in to the hilt and plastered her pussy with cum. When I was done, Mom rose up, wrapped an arm around my neck, bent her head back, kissed me, and said, "Now, that's the kind of morning wake-up call I could get used to."

I kissed her deeply and said, "You lay here. I'll make you breakfast."

After breakfast, Mom and I made our way into the attic where we took inventory of her belongings. She had several things I never knew of, most of which she wanted to give to friends, "and I want them to have them before I'm gone, just so I can see the appreciation on their faces."

"How about this," I began. "When we finish with the inventory, we can have a fish fry, invite all your friends, and at the end you announce your medical status before gifting out your belongings one by one."

"That sounds like a good idea, Johnny. Perhaps we should make it a week from this Saturday. You know, to give everyone time to plan for it?"

That would give us time to inventory everything in the house, so yeah, it was a good idea after all. "Why don't you go ahead and call them while I start on lunch?"

We ate light, as we always do, and just lay together on the bed thereafter, doing nothing more than holding one another. Mom eventually drifted off to sleep, so I kissed her on the forehead before I quietly made my way out of bed and into the kitchen where I began prepping for dinner. It was busy work, really, just something to keep my mind off the fact that one year from now, I would not have her in my life anymore.

Once that was done, I called my kids to tell them the news about their grandmother. First, John, Jr., who had recently taken to prefer his middle name of Benny, then Nikki. Both were saddened, of course, and said they would be here come the weekend.

I walked back to Mom's room to check on her and found her lying on the bed naked with her legs parted. When she saw me she smiled and asked, "Would you like to see me masturbate?"

"Heck yeah!" I answered enthusiastically as I sat on the edge of the bed. Mom began to rub her clit, then she placed two fingers inside of herself, allowed them to linger for a few seconds, then removed them and brought them to her mouth. "Oh, damn!" I exclaimed. I removed my clothes and mounted her and fucked her like I had never fucked another woman in my entire life. Mom's pussy was so tight and wet ... It felt so fucking good. "You like the way your pussy tastes?" I asked her.

"It tastes so good," she said in response.

"Here, lick your pussy juice off my cock," I said as I pulled out of her and placed my dick in her mouth. Mom sucked it hungrily, moaning in ecstasy as she devoured every inch of it. She bobbed on it with such relish, and in no time I was adding my cum to her own. "Oh, shit! Eat that cum, Mom. Swallow it all." She did, and even though I had cum, she continued to suck my cock for me. Just for a few minutes, though. It wasn't like she was trying to get another orgasm out of me. Not yet, anyway.

"We'll continue this tonight," she said as she lightly spanked my ass. "Come on, now. Let's knock out some more of that inventory.

After dinner we watched some TV. I had recommended a few shows. She didn't like Dr. Who because Tom Baker was no longer The Doctor, and she said that Orphan Black was a little too mixed up for her taste, but she enjoyed Ripper Street. We watched a few episodes of that, and then we both entered her shower.

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.

That night at dinner, I said, "The kids will be down this weekend."

"Oh. Really?"

"I told them. They want to come see you, and they said they would get here as much as possible up until ... Well, you know."

Mom smiled. "Bless their hearts." She took in a big mouthful of the fried pollack, chewed, and swallowed, then said, "What have you decided insofar as sleeping arrangements?"

"I'll take the room you made for me, Benny can have the spare, and Kaitlyn can sleep with you." She looked a bit disappointed. "Oh, it's just for the weekend. Surely your newly resurrected libido can stand a few days without us engaging in wild sex."

Mom laughed. "I hope so."

That night, I slept in my room. Mom had gone back to the spare after dinner and just sat amongst Dad's stuff. I don't know what was going through her mind, and I never bothered to ask, thinking that whatever it was, she would have to work it out for herself. She was the one who asked me to sleep in my room, and I had no misgivings over doing so.

The following day, Mom and I inventoried her knick-knacks and her jewelry. She was going to allow Kaitlyn to have her pick of each, then Benny, then me, and what was left of the knick-knacks she was going to give to her friend Irene while the remaining jewelry would go to her friend Samantha. That night, after a dinner of cubed steak, mac-n-cheese, and green beans, Mom once again made her way to the guest room where Dad's stuff was. After about thirty minutes I went in after her. I softly placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and said, "Mom, do you need to talk?"

She looked up at me, smiled, then patted my hand before saying, "Have a seat." I sat next to her and offered a small smile, prompting her to begin whenever she was ready. After a few minutes of silence, she finally did so: "There's something I never told you, Johnny. Something about the circumstances of your father's death. You were only thirteen when he died. For so long I have allowed you to believe that he died from a heart attack when the truth of the matter is that he killed himself."

"What?"

"It was early onset Alzheimer's—dementia," Mom told me. "He used to visit parishioners who had it. He referred to them as 'The Walking Dead' on account of they were alive by breathing and beating heart only after mental acumen failed them. With his ... He got bad very quickly. He had moments of clarity, and it was during one of these that he killed himself, stating he didn't want to end up a zombie like the others." She looked up at me then, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I've lied to you all these years, Johnny. I was just trying to protect you."

"I understand," I said as I took her in my arms. That was quite a revelation, but not one I could be upset at her over. I rocked her for about a minute, then said, "Stay here as long as you like," before exiting the room.

I turned on the TV and watched a few episodes of Siren on hulu before falling asleep. I awoke a few hours later and made my way down the hall to find Mom had fallen asleep in the spare bedroom. I covered her up and went to my room and crawled into bed. The kids would be here tomorrow. Hopefully that would lighten Mom's mood some.

Benny arrived first, at 10:30 a.m., followed by Kaitlyn just a little past noon. Mom was happy to see them both; their arrival got her out of her funk and into a more festive mood. We just sat around visiting for a while, then it was off to an early dinner at El Toreo Mexican Buffet. Over dinner, Mom discussed her plans for the kids once she passed away. They were uncomfortable with the ease in which she had accepted her death, but she told them she planned on living every day to the fullest until she died, so they were a bit more receptive of her attitude.

The following day was spent at Wild Adventures, a local theme park. Neither Mom nor the kids had ever been, so it was a thrill for everyone. We stayed until the park closed at ten so we could see the fireworks, then it was off to IHOP for a late dinner before returning home.

The following day, Sunday, we spent going over the particulars of the funeral. By five p.m., both Benny and Kaitlyn had their respective planes to catch, so we drove them to the airport to see them off. Both stated they would synchronize their vacations to spend here with us, and we could count on that in about five or six months.

After a light dinner, Mom got her shower and once again resumed her place in the spare bedroom where she just sat, looking at nothing in particular. I was immediately concerned as I really had no idea what was going through her mind. I mean, the whole time Benny and Kaitlyn were here she seemed normal, but now? I was trying to be respectful and not encroach, then again, maybe that's what she was waiting for. In the end, I decided to say nothing. I finished the dishes and began reading All the Pretty Girls by Duncan McTeague. The novel contained short chapters and was fast-paced, no real down-time at all, so it kept my attention.

I guess about an hour into the book, Mom came into the living room. She stood before me, saying nothing, then lowered herself onto her knees. She pulled my cock from my shorts and began sucking it, then she mounted me. Her pussy was so sloppily hot and wet that when I penetrated her, my cock was like a warm knife cutting through butter. Mom convulsed as she had a terrific orgasm, then near fell off me as she said, "No. Not like this. Not like this." She moved to the couch and said, "I need to be fucked tonight, Johnny. Can you fuck me? Can you fuck my pussy good for me?"

I don't know what was with the dirty talk, but it turned me on like nothing else. I joined her on the couch and lifted her legs so that they fit into the crook of my elbows. I then eased myself into her, then began to slam her seventy-three-year-old pussy as hard and fast as I could. Mom said nothing. She just lay there taking every thrust I gave her. Oh, sure, her face would contort every minute or so as she had an orgasm, but she was quiet for the most part until her climax came, and at that point she scraped her nails down my back before slapping and punching me in the chest and face.

"You sorry bastard! You sorry fucking bastard! Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to kill yourself? I would have taken care of you, you bastard." She pulled me down to her and began kissing me. "I would have taken care of you."

"You did all you could, Mom," I said in a soothing voice. "Be at peace with that." I pulled out of her then. No, I had not yet gotten my orgasm, but right now, that seemed not too important. I lay next to Mom and she wept herself to sleep. I covered her up and went to my room to shower, and that's the way that day ended.

I awoke with Mom in my bed. Unbeknownst to me, sometime in the night she had crawled in in front of me into that spooning position. "Are you awake?" I asked softly.