The big move is done. CJ and I are now really empty nesters. We moved our daughter 200 miles to the north on Monday. Everything went fairly smoothly and I think that we are all adjusting to a new set of circumstances.
I thought that when I got my privacy back I would just start posting here again and that would be the end of it. To the contrary, something actually happened that was appropriate to talk about here on my blog yesterday morning.
CJ and I woke up in our daughter’s apartment on the air bed that we had brought with us. It’s queen size, so it’s a bit smaller than the king sized bed we are accustomed to. We spooned for a while, something that we haven’t done for a long time and something I had missed. I do enjoy that special way that CJ pushes his cock against my ass cheeks as I hold on to a hand grind against him.
He rolled me over and started playing with my tits, including sucking and biting my nipples. We heard the alarm go off in the other room, but thought nothing of it. It usually took it going off twice to rouse the kid from her bed.
Oh yes, you know what’s coming, and it isn’t me.
We continued our play. I took CJ’s hard cock in my hand and stroked, his meat was so hot. I tugged at his cockhead and told him that I wanted to feel his smooth tight balls so I moved my hand down to massage his warm nuts.
He swiftly positioned himself over me and shoved his cock down my throat. I remember thinking I have to keep my eyes open in case the kid showed up. Usually she goes right to the bathroom.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them I saw the movement of a darkly clad body backing out of the hallway.
I shoved CJ off me.
At the age of 22, not only did our daughter see us having sex, but mommy was going down on daddy!
Oh my god the embarrassment!
Later that day one her best quotes was “I’m not as wigged out as you are”.
Luckily, we have a very good rapport and a mutual respect that made this a fairly stressless situation. We’re open about sex. I’m sure she probably blogged about it.
Now for a romantic aside.
If we were still married, Monday would have been our 25th anniversary. Yes it was our silver anniversary.
While we were spooning that morning, the day after, CJ said we were celebrating the first day of the next 25 years. Being a romantic slob that really made me smile and filled me up more than any piece of his anatomy ever will.