“Finished?” She asked.I was shocked, “What”“You were doing something”“Yes, I couldn’t sleep.”“But I didn’t see any results. You ...ave any problems?”“I don’t know mom. Normally I ejaculate in less than three minutes. I don’t know what happened today”The moment I said that, I realized that I and my mother were discussing my masturbation lying in the dark.She was lying facing me and was very near I could feel her warmth. She was in her nighty and me nude. The light was dim but it was enough to show. Penny was not the only wife at Fort Benning in Columbus, Georgia in a similar situation. Some of the wives started a Bunco Club and Penny joined the club. Bunco is a dice game with three tables and four players per table. A total of twelve players and the group named themselves, The Bunco Babes.Bunco turned out to be a fun and riotous kind of game, with a lot of yelling and screaming. Following the games, the wives would enjoy drinks, snacks and conversation. The conversation often turned to. There was a spicy scent in the air from a booth dangling with cloves of peppers and sticks of cinnamon. It was so different from America.So much more alive.My wife walked beside me, both of us wearing dark dresses, mine a midnight-blue, and hers a deep maroon. We had on our hijabs, modestly covering our hair like proper, Muslim women. Of course, I was a futa. My clit-dick was twitching in my panties, hidden by the bulky folds of my dress. Other than the pale features of my face and my blue. To my surprise, her eyes changed from urgent hysteria to something different, maybe something slightly sexual.We both stood there silently while I zipped up my pants.I wasn't embarrassed; not in front of her! I was more pissed off than anything. Barbara is isn't a good-looking woman by any stretch of the imagination. She weighs about 200 lbs. with big tits, and she always looks sloppy. She wears stretch pants, usually a stained t-shirt with no bra and today her hair needed a good brushing.I sat.