Enjoying the sensations created by her throat muscles I grabbed her head and held it in place letting her gag as I kept recording this for posterity.I...began to fear mom would puke, so I let go of her head and she jerked back remembering at the last moment not to release my cock from her mouth. Keeping just the head in her mouth she was gasping for breath.Just then, my mom's cell phone rang. It was dad, I could tell by the ring-tone. I shook my head no, begging me with her eyes not to answer.. I had 18 years under my belt until regarded surplus to requirements. All that cost of training and maintaining, now ex-Staff Sergeant Daniel Matthews weren’t worth jack. Booted in no uncertain manner out of the Aldershot married quarters, we’d used as a base since we wed, we were staying in my Mum’s tiny housing association flat in a high-rise in Tottenham. Mum’s a harassed nurse, so when Agnes offered to cook, clean and manage the household budget, Mum readily agreed to give her free reign.. "I'm sorry are you ok?" he asked.She could see the wetness around his mouth and blushed which probably didn't notice as she felt like her body had gone nuclear heat wise."Of course I'm ok,"she managed to wheeze out between the breaths "I didn't actually mean stop, stop.... more slow down a bit you know, when stop doesn't mean stop"."Ah I see," he replied raising his eyes as he spoke. (How would he know not to stop? This wasn't her husband after all.) Oh shit her husband! She looked for her. Guessing from the fact that this is an erotic story archive you are reading this from, yes this is about sex. First, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Joe, simple and easy. I am a very hairy man, always have been from the moment I hit puberty. The church I grew up in had a running joke that I was proof of evolution. I have thick black hair on my head, arms, eyebrows (not uni-brow), legs, chest, and even some hair on my back. Remember the tape of Bigfoot in the woods walking? Not.