They were of her when she was young, a real beauty. I climbed into her bed. After what seemed a life time, she entered the room wearing a robe. She to...k off the robe and she was wearing a red Chinese style silk pajamas. She wasn't Asian, but seemed to really like the clothing. I could see she had a great ass as well as great breasts. She slid into the bed next to me. I took her in my arms and I began kissing her. I ran my left hand over her body, exploring every curve. My cock was even harder. In Jan of 1978, I got a great set of orders to BuPers in Washington, D. C. Just a few weeks after I received my orders, I went to a Change of Command ceremony at the Naval Aviation Museum. Looking at the rows of chairs in perfect alignment in front of the podium, I got a real shock. In the third row was LT Fuckhead. The bastard was with a mousy little woman who looked about eight months pregnant. Well, I already knew he wasn’t shooting blanks since he had knocked MaryAnn up. Seeing him caused. I hesitated for one moment, allowing her to observe the momentous occasion “Katrina... you’re losing your virginity all over again.” She was tight--tighter than any woman I’d had before--but so wet that I had no trouble sinking into her. I gave her time to get used to the new sensation before, still inside her, I moved her onto her knees. Burying myself to the hilt, I proceeded work myself almost completely out before diving back in. A few repetitions, then I picked up the pace. The steady. She let it peak out, the nipple was the oval one. I remembered it, from when I had barged in on her naked, one time when I was eight. I put a hand on the underside of that peak-a-boob and pushed it to pop out. I bent my head down to her bust, and kissed the ruddy cap in the middle. Then I gave it a little tiny suckle too.“OH! God, David! Don't! I'm your mother. You mustn't, we can't . .”“I love you mom. I want you to know how beautiful you really are. It's not wrong for a boy to suckle.