Katrina's eyes were watering, her cheeks red, she wasn't used to taking me so deep for so long. My glistening cock plopped out of her mouth as she choked and coughed, slowly getting her breath back. She used her hands to rub my shaft and buy herself some more time.
'Babe, you never deep throat, what's come over you?' I knew what it was but I wanted to hear her say it.
'I know you like throat fucking and I wanted to give you some before you went. You need to remember that I'm your wife and I give you what you want, you might be fucking mommy today but you're mine and I will do anything to keep you satisfied.'
Katrina had eventually agreed to let me fuck my mom Cindy. She wasn't ecstatic about it but knew it was important to me. Since she agreed she had been trying all sorts in the bedroom to make sure she didn't 'lose me'. Today it was gagging and choking on my dick to show me she could deep throat and to be honest it was better than Becky. Her sister has no gag reflex at all so I just fuck her throat until I get bored and move to another hole. With Katrina, because she struggled, the spit, tears and choking noises added to the pleasure and got me really horny, I had to keep pulling out so I didn't cum. I wasn't complaining about all the things we were trying but I also made sure I reassured her that she wouldn't lose me, she was my wife and no one came close to her. We set our ground rules for my encounter with Cindy and agreed on no cumming inside and limiting the level of 'romance', by that she meant not too much kissing or cuddling. I honestly didn't think it was going to be romantic sex because the fantasies I had about my mother had always been filthy; I was planning on fucking her like I had wanted to as a teenager, not make love to her.
Katrina dropped a huge mouthful of spit and thick phlegm on the tip of my dick and attacked me again, this time she took me too deep and had to pull out to wretch. I let her calm down and reached to kiss her. 'I love you hun I'm going to go now.' It was nearly 2.45 and I was going to be at mom's at 3. Katrina pulled my joggers up as she stood, she looked anxious, I kissed her again and told her I loved her and I would be back for dinner. I grabbed a hoody and a pair of trainers and left out the front door to take the short drive to my mom's, she had asked for me to dress casually and to be comfortable which was the complete opposite to when I fucked Val, for that session I dressed up as if we were going out. I still made sure I was showered, my balls were shaved and my clothes were fresh. I hadn't really thought about how today would play out, once Katrina had given me the ok I text Cindy to tell her that we were on and to arrange a date, we picked this Saturday because dad and Darren were both out of town and we had no chance of being disturbed.
I pulled up to the house and walked up the steps to the front door, I had my own key and let myself in but I couldn't hear the TV so I called out to see where mom was.
'Up here hun, I'm in the spare room.' The guest room was right at the top of the stairs to the left, it was only small, with a spare bed and a couple wardrobes. Under the bed was a load of crap that always needed organizing but no one ever did.
'Why are you doing that today mom?' I asked as I walked in, there were boxes all over the room and Cindy was kneeling moving things from one to another.
'Sorry hun.' She paused as I leant down to kiss her cheek. 'I started sorting out the wardrobes and thought I could get these done too before you came. Give me a hand and then we can chill.'
I laughed to myself; she was calling what we had planned a 'chill' out. I sat on the floor and handed mom old clothes, boxes of photos and odd ornaments. Some were to go in the loft, some to the charity shop and some to stay under the bed. When the room got a bit tidier I noticed how mom looked, her dark hair was straightened, it looked freshly styled, she had a little makeup on but just standard lounging clothes, a cotton v-neck t-shirt and lightweight joggers, I couldn't make out her lingerie.
'Ok put that pile of stuff on the other side of the landing to go in the loft, that pile goes out to the garage to take to the charity shop and I'll put these back underneath.' I loved organizing stuff, I got that from mom because she was the same, and we always felt better after a tidy and when everything had its own place. Carrying the boxes across the landing and down the stairs to the garage was making me warm; as I walked back upstairs after taking the last box I thought that my crotch might be a little sweaty for later. Neither of us had mentioned that I was there for sex and I was about to ask mom when we were going to get down to business, as I turned into the spare room I saw mom's huge round butt cheeks poking out from under the bed. She was pushing boxes back into place and her legs were spread, the t-shirt was riding up and I could see her creamy love handles hanging over the joggers. She didn't have any socks on and the smooth soles of her feet were bare. Her joggers were slipping down a bit and I saw the top of her little g-string poking out over the top, the black string met in the middle of her ass crack in a triangle of fabric with a leopard print on it.