Mature moms

she was now very slowly and gently sliding in and out, as if not to wake me. she was fully on top of me, but supporting her weight on her elbows and knees. I emitted a soft moan just to let her know I was awake, whereupon she nuzzled my ear and whispered "I love you!" she didn't speed up the pace, made no other sign that I was awake save whispering "I love you!" over and over. When she finally climaxed there was no fanfare, no violent lurching or bucking, only a soft grunt, I felt myself being filled, and then Kelly slid off me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, and was asleep again in a very few minutes. I quickly picked up the habit, and those times were very special to both of us. I was sitting at the organ on Saturday morning. Kelly and her mom had gone somewhere to attend to some family business, and although there was no requirement today, I made my way to the church and sat there, all alone, with that gorgeous instrument. I often came here like this, to play just for me. When I was depressed, which happened all too often, the music was restful, soothing. When I was elated about something, the organ was called upon to announce that elation to the whole world. But today I was at peace; I had just come from the farm which had always had an almost magic effect on me, there were no immediate situations I had to deal with, so I was just playing for my own enjoyment... the excruciating pleasure mature moms gave me to just play, improvise, experiment with different techniques and chord combinations, and yes, marvel that I had been given the gift of music.