Once inside the car, heaters blasting full Marilyn asked me,"If you could taste the cum of another, what type of a person would itbe?" I responded th...at I really didn't know how to answer that question,or rather I did, but I had never been asked to articulate a response.Marilyn laid a hand on my leg, "I sense that this is important to you,help me to understand". The turmoil must have been evident on my face,"Look, I really need a shower and a change, (wink-wink) and I don't livefar. Why don't. I was still naked when I opened the door to hear her soothing voice, “There, you are. Come on in. Let’s talk about the evening for a minute.”I covered my nipples with my hands as I was a little embarrassed. Mom’s waist was under the blanket, her hair was tied back into a messy bun, wearing her dark rimmed glasses and reading her emails on her laptop. As I approached the other side of the bed, she flipped the blanket back for me to get under with her. I slid in like I had done for many years as. She wanted to go out partying all the time and I liked to kind of hang around the house – I worked hard and liked to relax on my time off. Maybe part of it is that I was ten years older than Cindy. I’m forty-two and she’s just over thirty and we had been married for ten years. I kept up with her for a while but lately I’ve just been so damned tired. It’s not like we didn’t try to work it out. A couple of months ago we did go for two weeks of lying on the beach at South Padre Island – a. I couldn't believe I was enjoying another man sucking my cock so much. He was able to go so deep for so long, something my girlfriend couldn't or wouldn't ever let me do to her. He grabbed my hand and guided it to the back of his head. I grabbed a tuft of his hair and began to fuck his throat like I always wanted to. He made noises like the chicks in porn do when they are getting their mouths fucked. He would grab my waist harder every time I pushed my hard cock deep into the back of his.