Even though Jason was discouraged about the way things seemed to be going, it didn't take him long to fall asleep in the huge, comfortable bed in the guest bedroom. He was awakened a bit later by what he at first thought was a dream, but was far from that.
At long last the wondrous sensations Jason had experienced began to dwindle and he felt his erection, still cradled in his dream-lover's mouth, begin to soften. When even the small after-shocks of joy he was enjoying finally ended and he was totally limp, she removed her mouth from him and gently kissed the tip of his now-flaccid penis. Only then, needing desperately to find out whether what had happened to him was real or not, did he lift his head, open his eyes, and look down toward his groin.
His eyes widened and he blinked. He wasn't dreaming, or at least he didn't think he was. There, kneeling next to him on the bed, clearly visible in the bright moonlight streaming in the bedroom window, was Sylvia's mother. She had on a light colored silken gown that was held over her shoulders by thin straps, and over that she wore a shiny robe of the same color.
Sylvia's mother smiled at him and, very softly, asked, "Did you like that, Jason, dear?"
"Ah...yeah...I-I...it-it was...Oh, God! It was awesome!" Jason babbled. He couldn't believe this. He had to be dreaming! There was no way Sylvia's mother would have sneaked into his room and given him a blow-job! No way! "This...this isn't...it isn't a...a dream...is-is it?" he stammered.
Sylvia's mother smiled at him as she stretched out on the bed next to him and caressed his face lightly with her long, slim fingers. "No, my darling, it isn't a dream," she whispered, then she planted a soft kiss on his face. "Now, my dear boy, I think it's my turn, don't you?" she murmured while she continued to tease his face lightly with her fingers.
Jason wasn't sure what she meant. He'd already come which, as far as he knew, meant he wouldn't be able to come again, at least for a while. "Ah...I-I..." he stammered, not sure what to say. Sylvia's mother had just made him feel better than he'd ever felt in his life, better than he dreamed it was possible to feel. If she wanted something from him, he didn't want to disappoint her.
A surprised look formed on Sylvia's mother's face. "Have you ever done anything like this before, Jason?" she asked softly. She studied his face carefully and a knowing smile curved her lips. "You haven't have you?"
"Ah...no...no ma'am, I-I haven't," Jason admitted reluctantly.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed, with a hint of delight in her voice. "I had no idea I was taking your virginity."
"That's...it's OK," Jason replied. "I mean, you-you aren't upset about that, are you?"
Sylvia's mother kissed him gently on the lips, then said, "I had no idea. I guess my daughter really is sincere about that celibacy kick she's on, isn't she?"
"Ah...yeah...she...she is," Jason replied. He still had no idea what Sylvia's mother expected him to do, and wasn't sure how to ask her. The last thing he wanted was to get her angry with him.
Sylvia's mother's fingers traced the outline of his lips. "Well, my sweet young man," she purred, "since you're a novice at this, I guess I'll have to teach you, won't I?"
"Ah...yeah...I-I guess so..." Jason stammered.
Sylvia's mother gave him another gentle kiss. "Don't move, I'll be right back," she whispered. Then she stood up. Facing him, she removed the silky robe she was wearing, then she slid first one of the thin straps holding up the gown, then the other, down over her shoulders. Smiling at the young man, who was gazing up at her with wide, adoring eyes, she held her gown up and said, "Would you like to see me naked, Jason?"
"Uh-huh! I sure would!" Jason replied, nodding his head actively. He felt a stirring in his middle and realized that he might very well be able to perform again, and a lot sooner than he thought.
"Well, then..." Sylvia's mother said. She let her arms drop down to her sides and, very slowly, the silken gown began falling, peeling itself from her body inch by teasing inch, exposing her body slowly. It was almost as if she was stripping for him.
Wide-eyed, Jason stared at the slow unveiling of the first real female body he'd seen naked, even if it was in the ghostly moonlight. Sylvia's mother was in damn good shape for a woman her age - for any age, actually. The first part of her body bared to his avid gaze was her chest. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were shaped nicely and didn't sag much. Thick, dark nipples protruded from dark circles that capped the lovely mounds of flesh.
The gown kept sliding downward, baring her lower chest and belly to his eyes. Her stomach was softly rounded and punctuated by her navel. Her hips were gently rounded and her waist was slim.
The gown finally dropped, forming a puddle of silk around Sylvia's mother's feet. Now Jason could see the dark patch of pubic hair just above the junction of her legs and body. Her legs were long, lean, and looked firm. His eyes traveled down to her feet, then back up again, pausing at her middle before continuing their upward journey. When he finally was looking at her face again, he could see her smiling.
"Do you like what you see, Jason?" Sylvia's mother purred.
Once more he nodded actively, barely able to speak. "Uh-huh! Yeah!" he croaked. "You...you're beautiful!"
Sylvia's mother stepped out of the puddle of silk surrounding her feet and stretched out next to Jason on the bed again. She reached out and began running her fingers lightly over his chest and he groaned softly. He could feel his penis stiffening again. "God! I'm getting another hard-on!" he thought. "Man, I had no idea that could happen!"
"Just lay there and let me do what needs to be done, Jason," Sylvia's mother purred as her hands moved over him with an incredibly light touch. "You feel so nice. Your skin is so soft and warm! God, it's been so long since..." She stopped talking and shook her head.
Jason had no idea why this was happening, but he wasn't about to complain. Judging from what Sylvia's mother had just said, her husband didn't make love to her very often. Of course, if he drank as much every night as he had tonight, that wasn't surprising. "What kind of man doesn't want to make love to a woman as pretty and hot as she is?" he mused as her hands continued to steal over his quivering body.
"Ah!" he gasped when she leaned over him and began licking his nipples. Little pinpricks of delight stabbed into him. He had no idea it could feel that fantastic having his nipples sucked and licked.