"Please baby, I'm almost there," I begged. My wife looked at me and pushed me up. She continued to stroke me as she looked up and smiled, "Cum in my ...outh, not on my face!" Katie quietly voiced. In one motion she went forward and put my dick into her mouth and down her throat. Katie began to suck harder than ever before. "Oh that's it," I moaned. I began to fuck her face. My dick was so wet from her saliva. Katie was doing her best to not let it drip out of her mouth and onto her clothes. . For weeks I watched and hoped. I had begging eyes and I was very conscious of anyone recognising my hunger. My especial fear was that my mother would realise that my longing looks were more than a shy boy’s bored stares. But even then I couldn’t stop. I had no control. But she ignored me!Every chance I got I ensured that I was around to watch her dusting and vacuuming. My particular favourite was when she had to polish the linoleum hallway. She did that on hands and knees and I think she. I then started moving them in and out of her at a slow pace.“Go faster,” she screamed as her body squirmed.So, I increased the tempo of my finger's motion. Her moans got louder as her body quivered. Within seconds she let out a loud moan, which was quickly followed by a giggle. I’m going to be honest, but I have no idea if I really made her orgasm or if she was faking it to give me confidence. Years later when I asked her she would always change the subject.“You did good baby,” she said after. That conceded many things but much more things were revealed. All the curves of her body were seen in exact shaped. I some times wonder how she had kept herself in such a nice shape even after having one baby. My heart skipped a beat whenever she passed besides me or whenever I see her. Each time I see her there was an immense desire to get too close to her, hold her and never let her go. Slowly and steadily I started to grab as many chances to talk to her and be close to her. Whenever she came.