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mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey Captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey skimmer ! '' my dad said.

'' How are they hanging ? '' I queried.

'' One in front of the early, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter aircraft pilot burner, that 's the standard reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high speed, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the navy blue, just going to college, but I know the vernacular pretty good.

'' You 're going home for female parent 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home base, uh, Friday afternoon. After division gets out. delight tell me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the opinion that since his married woman was n't his mother, he did n't ask to get her anything for mother 's day. That is the wrong impression, think me ! He 'd been over-doing it every twelvemonth since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send something because he was TDY ( temporary responsibility ) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very meddlesome. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my hoagy. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnection War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 long time, including serving as flying drawing card. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, corking under press, and a nookie funny guy and a great dad.

The only problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed Thomas More than half my life.
My chum and me were pretty tough customers as minor growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a picayune strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my net division of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my chronicle professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

cool. I went to the frat, packed up my son of a bitch and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up cobbler's last week so I had no reason not to go home early. speechmaking of fucking retard, god she was destitute. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a exam, calm down. No ! You do n't bang me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a distich years, and with Dad being gone so often, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She 'll be happy to see me home former, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by pretty agile, and I pulled into our trivial mansion. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really Charles Frederick Worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, colonial panache, big in-ground consortium in the immense backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's unearthly, being so hot in too soon May.

I unlocked the room access and stepped into the sang-froid house. I heard some risible noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some citizenry up there ?

I walked up the steps to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The noise was hoi polloi, cleaning woman 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't take a crap it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's sleeping room, and got the impact of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her weapons system. Her subdivision were together because she had two manpower on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her denudate pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. garden pink, I think it was. They were laying right following to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I 'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my read/write head to the level screen on the paries, the source of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of fille doing one of those gay woman jet orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney S. Smith Stevens, and a lot of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all crystallize like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes yearner to key out than it actually took lieu, I think I was only there a brace seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to retrieve the covering fire. However, that took a few More second gear as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of curious, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our country and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

I turned and walked back down the step, and out the threshold, with Mom calling my figure the whole way.

As I drove away, my earpiece rang. Mom. I 'm not answering that.

I begin to head to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't lie with what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nonentity 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to get out over to the side of the road. Looking under the look end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 bit and towed me to the skinny auto reparation sheik. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

'' Tie Rod, '' he said. `` Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day. ``

Great. None of my sidekick are home yet. conjecture I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so dingy Travis I can excuse -- ''

'' Mom ! '' I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

'' MOM ! '' I hollered into the phone.

'' ... What ! ``

'' Can you come get me ? the car broke down. '' I gave her the address.

'' Sure, um, I 'm leaving right now. ``

'' make sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to call back about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad ? variety of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this theater ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my sept had squadron company, all the Jnr ship's officer would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll beak up the saucer, no let me get the glass, I 'll get more ice ... all that sort of clobber. Dad would get a bang out of it. She was a serious watcher, for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would shout at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a'B'in skill. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner party. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

'' Um ... at some feast or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air personnel base in Lone-Star State, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the'O'order, and I know it sounds dull, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was senior than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you Kyd say, we hooked up. For two workweek straight. ``

I kind of blushed and turned my read/write head. I do n't want to see about this !

'' You probably do n't want to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. affair that parents do n't normally share with their kids but, in twinkle of sure ... luck ... I think you deserve to eff. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famed crybaby recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two hebdomad were up, he had to go back to Golden State. On a whimsey he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later. ``

'' Now, in the dark blue, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your sire 's career ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the secret plan. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to schmoose your commanding officer, or have your wife do it. ``

I was incredulous. `` You mean, you slept with his -- ''

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little dalliance goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The Saami, however, can not be said for him. ``

I sat very still. No. Say it ai n't so. My dad would never do that.

'' The blueing Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just niggling voicelessness at first, perhaps some sympathetic expression from other wife. They knew. Finally, mortal told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a selection. stay to be the 'good Navy wife'and invoke you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and conflict on my own. ``

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to work all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't slow, and we had a lot of battle. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not adept metre. `` But in the end, I wanted the life history. I wanted a husband who loved me to expiry and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable household for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the early cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to foretell it, and we have a pretty undecomposed life for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even scratch his ass in public, let alone fool away around. ``

'' I ... I did n't bed, Mom. ``

'' Of trend you did n't ! It 's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it 's all gone now.

'' I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade it for the world. '' She was grievous, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some answers on her natural process of today.

'' Yes. However. Well it ai n't always a bed of roses, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 calendar month, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her fork on her plate.

'' Well ... tinker's damn ... I have needs, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed straight. All this sentence ... '' I did n't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

'' I kept thinking, he would just belong to me at some point. But, he 's up for admiral, and the strain of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the to the highest degree section ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy Hero of Alexandria. gibe down bad guy rope, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Good Shepherd, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner party. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's snag had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my Quaker you saw today, is another Navy married woman. She 's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our guts, our mystifying, deep guts ! And after respective months of talking, we decided to sustain a little joint seance today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the first time ? ``

'' We always tell the truth in this star sign ! '' she said.

We looked at each other for a moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was variety of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

'' Ok Mom. Well here 's a Truth from me. I ... do n't cognize what to say at this percentage point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to suffer. But I 'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first of all. Obviously, that was n't mediocre, or very overnice. ``

We both stood up and went to each former, we had a very nice hug. She cried a fiddling bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to present me and gave a warm buss on the lips.

'' I love you too, Mom. '' And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very weary. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my thinker unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some hunting for MILF BIG TITs and found some old ducky. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a unearthly topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology course ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN small fry party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of weird. It 's more that, this is just kind of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a get it on blast ! They are either some dandy actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this diddley. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a ally, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's pussy and whoa ... fuck ... cum flew out of my turncock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to keep on it 's head down or that bull would hit me in the eye or even go on the bulwark. It 's happened before, trustingness me.

I slept pretty good that night. I 'd like to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's dwelling. But, obviously, when the chieftain 's away, the sailor boy will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of egg and bacon and hash browns. She asked for my assistant in the garden ; it was meter to flora some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the incline of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean unawares. As in 'not long'. short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her peg separate from her middle. At least two millimeters past her ... buck private arena. She also had on one of dads old navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the tenacious shirt dress suit and tied them into a knot in battlefront. This exposed some of her venter to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could peek at her bare midsection for quite a while.

Wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college skirt ? I was mentally tabulating her plus and was ready to assign her a number ? This is n't mighty !

I saw the old peak bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a goddamned wildness. I need to recall properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a identification number, I might as well share it : 9.5.

Now, you may say that 's a damn eminent issue for a mid-forties woman. wellspring, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curvature, and they were tight. And her human body, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her booby were ... big. I do n't fucking have sex how big. Is the cup size that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a hangman's rope top. But the Best part was her side. good Kuki with no hang-downs or doubles going on. nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one young looking. But the best parts were her centre and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey crap, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that imply something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that great grinning, too.

'' Easy tiger, you do n't feature to do it all in one minute, you know ! ``

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the primer together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy home so Mom always wanted to plant life flowers to nominate it expect squeamish. As an old man of 21, I find it very healing to plant and ca-ca affair acquire. We chatted about all kinds of hooey, until she brought up a good story subject out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` Speaking of onanism ... '' she let that hang there.

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her genu with her legs tucked under her. Her tit jiggled as she tried to break open a industrial plant flat.

'' I did n't know we were speaking of masturbation ? '' I said. Or asked. sort of both.

'' I just wanted to let you roll in the hay that you were the success. '' She said.

'' I 'm the success ? Of onanism ? ``

'' Oh yeah, you beat your blood brother by a statute mile. ``

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you have it away ? ``

'' A female parent knows. Crusty drogue, crusty old tee shirt, kleenex in the chamber refuse can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a puss ! '' Not really true. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he was n't lots with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to release into a sex monster or something. ``

'' Well, how do you think I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex effort. I felt like a lunatic compared to him. I mean, first light, noon, afternoon, night time ... time lag ... why am I telling you all this ? Goddammit ! '' somehow she tricked me into talking about my belt off activities.

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well look at my cistron pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't give much choice of not being a sex ogre. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' Well, Trav. Let 's not draw each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too messy. ``

Well she was correct about that, my shit gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can strike it if you can. But call up, 'We always tell the truth in this house'! So no fibbing. ``

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the suggestion. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalty, in typesetter's case someone loses ascendency ... ''

'' Hmmm. punishment. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a gravid and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to get the other person see them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick fucking puppy and I do n't live if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure there 's a blaze and I 'll be in it with all the other derelict and deviate and sea wolf and --

'' business deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the shite for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my head to try and trip up some pushover. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the source away from some early fucking Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that was invading the blossom bed.

'' Foul ! '' Mom called. `` Um ... Un-necessary Buffness ! ``

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no convention ! It 's jut win or miss, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to twist my blazon more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little to a greater extent away from her so I can bow over for her and grab some nookie roots.

'' Foul ! '' Mom said again. `` You ca n't place your smelly ass at me ! ``

'' It does NOT sense ! Okay ... it probably does ... but that 's not a foul because you made me come out here ! ``

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God shit tike ... show no regard ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up unbowed and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her bureau swelled to enormous balance as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

'' You were decently, '' she said. `` It 's damn hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her business like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Deliverer ! How many release are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied in good order at her belly button.
I could now see exposed booby flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, nighttime, and deep. But I have promises to hold on. And many Clarence Day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all quartet, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a petunia and property it in the primer. Her white meat swayed back and forth, and they shook and trembled as she moved about the garden.

'' Alright ! '' I yelled. `` Foul ! ``

Mom smiled at me sweetly, her breasts hanging down such that I could see about 47 % of her total tits. Not the nipples, of course of study, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, remember ? ``

'' There should be. Illegal Motion in the ... front ... ''

'' You mean this ? '' Mom shook her breasts.

'' Yeah, that. quit it or I 'll go on strike and form a North and picket your star sign. 'Unfair to worker'. ``

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very nice. We did n't, though. Dirty, sweaty, smelly, and there was potting grunge all over the walkway.

'' You put away the tools ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hose. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the shit. I took in the sleep of the tools.

'' Hey, '' I said when I came back. `` I 'm going in for a shower. ``

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my metrical unit. I had shoes on, but they were nasty and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to wash my feet off.

'' Okay, stand back. The piss shoots out pretty punishing. '' Always mentation of how to be unspoiled to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my fundament and got the dirt off. Got the dirt off my shin and calves, too. undecomposed not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and shot me in the privates ! And the chest and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking body of water felt COLD !

'' No ! '' I cried. `` You did not just do that ! '' I stood there and took it. I even turned around so she could wash my back.

'' Are you done ? '' I asked when she stopped.

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one more clip. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my weapon. She 's not illumine as a feather, but it was n't a problem for an adrenaline and hormonally charged untested man.

'' block it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the pool ! ``

I unceremoniously threw Mom into the bass end of the pool.

As she came up for air, I did a cannonball right next to her.

Jesus ! I thought the hosiery water was inhuman ! We do n't turn on the pool heater until remembrance Day ! screwing ! We both started to float to the shallow end, but I was wearing load shorts. The form with corresponding 17 pockets and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming short pants ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked operose and see Mom, gave her a Yank on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the steps and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating small illegitimate ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an maddening while of shit ! ``

I turned to serve her out so she would n't slip one's mind. As Mom rose out of the piss, so did my stopcock. boost, that is. Which was n't that big of a job, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the low temperature water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an column inch through her shirt. The wet stuff clung to her physical structure, leaving zippo to the imagination. Oh look, there 's even a small mol on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to get together up her tomentum and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous mammilla even more. I was now at entire attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't dangerous, decent ? Is it ? Fuck !

Mom kept up her rummy tirade. `` piddling rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can count on that ! hold until I tell your sire -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to seem down and saw my raging hard-on.

'' Tell dad ... what ? Tell him what, Mom ? I 'm thinking maybe we do n't assure him this ... ''

Mom suddenly realized her wet mammilla were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was mirthful, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to walk off.

I patted her posterior as she walked past.

'' Hey ! '' she cried, still walking away. `` None of that, now ! And no masturbating, either ! ``

'' No fibbing ! '' I called to her. She flipped me off.

fountainhead, I thought. That was variety of a fun afternoon.

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I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to fall back ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my spirit. But ... shit ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right on now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

'' honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to houseclean up and do some shopping for some son of a bitch. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a potato is dozen dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds proficient ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. screwing ! I did n't love it was this hard not to touch myself !

In my elbow room, I heard the shower go on. Mom 's naked in the exhibitioner. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with flaming ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll find out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my bridge player on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to deform the knob.

Locked.

piece of tail bitch ! I thought to myself. She knew ... she knew I would try. Which means ... what ? No ? Never ? Not now ? Go jerk off ? Oh Mom ... you 're a sneaky one.

fountainhead, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You ca n't wreak Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to leave around 6:30. Dinner qualification are at 7. Dress kind of courteous. lovemaking, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't give birth spell out every word in a text. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hour or so later. Poked her head into the work, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my overnice black pants and a black silk shirt, it 's got some white piffling paisley action mechanism going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my dentition, shaved, spiked my hair up ... gold rush. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

At 6:30 I hollered up, `` I 'm ready ! ``

At 6:40 I hollered up, `` We 're going to be late ! ``

At 6:43 I hollered up, `` We could probably get a seat at McDonald 's or maybe Burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the basis of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a black attire and high up heels. But that 's like saying the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower is a metallic element structure.

This apparel, wow ! Satiny material, trench and dark dark. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very wet. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small glove around her buxom organic structure. You could see some motion in the frock. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked by, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little train of faux rhombus going across the rachis, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the humble of Mom 's binding. The very minor of it. the little component. What I would prognosticate, 'Below the rap'even.

She did a lilliputian bout for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew in as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark hairsbreadth done differently, some big ringlet and waves and flips instead of her usual matt. Dark red lip rouge and gorgeous eye makeup completed her expression. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... mythic ... holy diddlyshit ... you do n't look like anybody 's mother ! ``

She flashed me a demure grinning, seductively put a fingertip in her mouth, turned halfway and kicked up a heel.

'' Like the shoe ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto bounder, and supererogatory strap that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern res publica. The heel were perfect ; highschool, but not so high school as to induce one face stupid when they walk.

'' sanctum shit, Mom ! Where 's dad 's gun ? I think we 'll need one tonight ! ``

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm good ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag paint ! ``

Dad 's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some days back and he probably put 200 mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand clam a class on it just trying to keep it running, too. britt, sound citizenry but do n't realise often about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the service department. Mom reached for the door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her side. Taking her helping hand, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with hope of a truehearted and dangerous ride !

I popped the clutch and shoot down down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a pair power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right wing by the face door. That 's respect !

The waiting area was crowded, I was trying to check in with the Maitre'D. Mom was behind some tall asshole.

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very busy tonight and we ca n't hold in board all dark ... ''

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into view and held my arm, and smiled her award winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an award in 8th score for upright smile. We only tell the true statement ... ok I 'll shut up.

'' ... but ... you are in luck as a table by the windowpane just opened up. This way, please ? ``

Mom made surely to brush her white meat against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a beauty as this ! You need your money Brigham Young man !

The waiter came up rectify away.

'' trade good evening folk ! Welcome to Ian Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your female parent looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all pleased with himself.

I spoke very slowly, and very quietly, but with passion.

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, insult sucker ! ``

Mom did a face palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruction ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a bunch of stave rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne bucket with Fritz'regard, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another mesa, and various shekels and gyre, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new server, too. She was much better and kept her hoot back talk shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't give birth to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our monastic order and they left us alone.

'' Who knew you were such a slight shit ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

'' Hey, I learned from the Charles Herbert Best. ``

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your female parent, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you think ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hair as we sipped Champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's dependable. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my knee under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the mesa but I was able to shut my stunned back talk up just in time.

The dinner party was terrific. The filets were tender and succulent, the potatoes mythic, and the caller was ... cleric. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. Shoulders, or metrical unit, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost born. I regaled her with stories of bad young woman booster and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot More stuff.

Sadly, the dinner party came to an end. The bank check arrived, in the total of XL seven dollars. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

'' Hey Fritz ? '' I asked as we were leaving. `` Can you recommend any dance places around here ? ``

'' But of course of instruction ! Across the street is the wild Voodoo waiting room ! You can leave your car here and hollo us to come get you ! I will shout out my Friend at the room access, you wo n't wait in rail line. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to leave. She gave him a big hug. A full consistency hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo couch ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a Nice footling booth far enough away from the band so we could speak, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up stripe played 80 's pop music, Mom 's front-runner. Having grown up in her house, I
knew nearly of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in old age ! delight ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The flooring was pretty crowded, which was just. We stepped up and got our 'Super addict'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO a great deal FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. approve it was pretty meretricious. She moved in closer to me to verbalize into my ear. `` Thank you so lots sweetheart, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

'' No, not 'Mom', think ?. Um ... address me ... 'Dixie'! ``

'' dixie ? ``

'' Yes, dixie ! It 's sort of a slutty figure, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

'' So Travis, anything you need to admit ? Any confessions ? '' I looked at her quizzically. `` Silly boy ! Were you able to not chivy yourself this afternoon ? ``

'' Oh ! Shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very HARD ... but I managed not to. ``

'' Hmmm, too bad. I was variety of hoping to win. ``

sanctum shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

'' Let 's trip the light fantastic some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly odd. But then. One of her deary songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a sluggish song about dancing with his lover. I was set up to void the dance flooring, but Mom pulled me back.

'' We 're dancing, '' she informed me.

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my justly hired man on the small of her back. Her bare back.. My left script held her right hand, and we swayed to the music.

'' You 're so beautiful, Mom. ``

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't middle school. There 's no chaperone. ``

'' Right, '' I said. We were dancing about a foot up apart. I pulled her finisher. Her rebuff, yet intoxicating, odor almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her question lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no step-in where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to celebrate my tremendous erection from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hired hand further down the dorsum of her dress and cupped a warm ass boldness. My Mom 's fond ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and toil her hip against against my cock.

I pulled my headspring back to reckon at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a little something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her ripe ear. I lingered, and kissed a few Thomas More modest buss in the world-wide domain. Confederate States of America breathed in with child, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a piddling and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a short more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance floor. I whispered into her ear.

'' Dixie, I want to see you masturbate for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish. '' Again, a head nod. I released her right script so I could put both arms around her shank, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

'' Travis ... honey ... ''

'' Yes, Dixie ? ``

'' You love me, right ? I mean, for genuine. Not just 'yes Mom of path I love you'... ''

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my argument with a hard pelvic jab. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fuck ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

Suddenly, Katrina and the moving ridge started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dance floor, Mom holding my script and me trailing her very closely. I did n't want everyone to see I had a monolithic hard-on.

The waitress took our drinking order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the diminished booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a minuscule pat. It throbbed in reaction to her tactual sensation. She kept her hand there. I tried not to mean about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixie ! I meant Confederate States of America ! You look sensory. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the fille, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her knocker into my shoulder and arm. I swung my unblock hand over and under the board. I reached up and cupped her former white meat, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to recognize my laurel wreath. I tweaked it, rolling it between my digit. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you folks ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red typeface, and my hired hand rubbing her big tit. `` fountainhead ... I 'll just allow for these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her ears. She downed her drinking. All of it.

'' I have to go to the Lady room. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It was n't easygoing. Several min went by, I began to get concerned. Ten mo. Well, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two unseasoned guy wire ! And she was doing a pellet ! And laughing ! And another shot ! fuck !

She walked back to our board and plopped down hard next to me.

'' Having fun ? '' I asked, annoyed. `` I 'm not. ``

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A little smear to her speech. `` I just needed another drinkable to ... well ... I have to include something to you and it is n't tardily. '' Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my panties ! Or ... well not panty ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to wear anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nose. They were wet, and the strong feminine olfactory sensation coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the madam room so I could cum and not make a muss out here ! I 'm so nooky wet ... ''

'' You what ? '' I asked, wanting to be for sure. `` You just came ? Here ? ``

Mom smiled a distasteful smile and nodded her head.

'' Yep ! You grab my knocker in plublic ... plub ... where citizenry can see, I 'm going to cum. Every clock time. ``

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her citation notice, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a hurry to get home. But, no.

She was in a precipitation to find a wastepaper basket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab abode so I could monitor her on the way. She only got mad the one time, outside the nightclub, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her horseshoe, gently, caressing her feet a piffling. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't shtup easy at all with a dead-drunk soul. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the H2O closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could pledge some piddle and go pee. After several minutes, she got down about 12 apothecaries' ounce of water. The whole time she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm no-count too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pajamas, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what 's called 'the recovery perspective', so if she gets sick again she 'll be alright.

OK, yes it did occur to me to feel her up or polish off what she started, but I 'm not actually a rapist. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

I crawled on top of the covers next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some hooey on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. individual up the stairs is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A head peaked in.

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

'' I 'm not sure ... oh good you have coffee, '' she said as she slid into a chair.

'' I 'm ... form of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm pretty sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a eruption, no. ``

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a public convenience ? Did I do that ? ``

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a slut. I 'm so sorry Travis, thanks for getting me dwelling house. ``

'' well, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the eating house and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those belated today. ``

I filled her in on some of the details as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... darn. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking terminal night ... I was cook to, um ... screwing you, and I thought if I got enough alcoholic drink in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really solve out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the only when opportunity we 'll ever experience. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right thing to do. The moment was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't materialise for a reason. And maybe it 's for the right. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back upstairs. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is honest because we all paddle with something. I try to roleplay guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little ring for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't worry what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.

'' Do n't barricade, keep playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar performing. `` Do some oldie ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustical piece from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a little serious music Gas, then I played some Kentucky cleaning woman, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the cars and some lunch, '' she said right after that.

We chatted about this and that, but it was form of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't name those things.

We got home after a duo hour, form of rhythm from running around town.

'' Maybe we should stay in tonight ? '' I offered. `` Get some pizza pie ? We 'll do something exceptional tomorrow for Mom 's Day. ``

I went back on a higher floor for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to nail my mom final nighttime, and today, it 's like goose egg happened. Back to formula. But I 'm not liking formula. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a gad of the moment matter ? Random hazard ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was ineffable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and heavy. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My breathing became berate, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the hell is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine-coloured. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

'' Oh hey, dearest. Just relaxing a bit -- ''

'' Mom. We need to talk. Now. ``

'' fountainhead, sure beloved have a seat -- ''

'' Mom, stand up. ``

'' What 's this all about ? '' she asked, as she stood up.

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

'' Travis ! What ... where are you taking me ? Wait ... no ... huh uh ... put me down.. PUT ME pile Danton True Young MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stairs before she stopped squirming.

'' So ... we 're ... we 're doing this ? ``

'' Yes Mom. We 're doing this. And we 're doing this now. ``

'' You 're certainly ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm sure Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okay too. ``

She shook her mind, but held her arms up for me.

'' well then, Travis. Come and cave in your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my paw on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the blue cacoethes I could muster.

Her diffused backtalk yielded to mine. Our mouth folded into each other, gently, testing each early. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a lilliputian glossa inside her mouth, rubbing it along her dentition. It felt like light flew when her tongue met mine. So diffused, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my bureau pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long sentence. Both of us were breathing faster, our bloodline racing through our dead body. Our assuage heat turned to maddened passion. My arousal was physically patent to her, and I 'm surely she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to rush along things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, healthy woman. You do n't get women like this unremarkable. I 've had lots of girlfriends, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our candy kiss and just smiled at each early, both of us breathing heavily.

'' use up me, '' was all she said.

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to force out her dresser. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.
I bent down to choose off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight in ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' Eight and a one-half, but who 's counting. ``

'' sanctum shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a womanhood 's shirt, but looks like a man 's prospicient sleeve white frock shirt.

'' Is this expensive ? '' I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.

'' Yes, it 's from Italy. ``

I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no total of manpower can rip through these affair. I pulled her to a sitting billet and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One come-on, two, Jesus of Nazareth ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally unmake it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect teat. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was unlike. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a hour as they heaved with each breather. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't kibosh now, sister ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her pelvis for me.

I undid her capri knickers and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the gasp behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, save for the slight mend of crimson held be some tiny material.

'' lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strings broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her knocker splayed out to the position, her bare pussy looked so inviting. I reached over and spread her legs, her odour immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my mind many times, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the other way, or playing with her tits until she cums or maybe ...

But the looking at in her eyes said, come up and get me, now !

I climbed between her legs, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her top dog with my left bridge player and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our stage and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it easier. The tip of my stopcock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my top dog up and down, slathering her succus all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a little, my dick entered her pussy and went in about an inch or so.

I let go with my bridge player and brought it up and held her face.

We looked in each other 's eyes as I sank my putz lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a small, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch stopcock lay inscrutable inside Mom 's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to ready love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my prick down at it 's full depth.

Mom broke the osculation, just to whisper my name.

'' ahhh ... Travis ... Travis ... ''

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite trick is to deplume my dick out most of the way, and then tease it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's preferent john. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each dense withdrawal and quick thrusting back down brought a quick piddling `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make trusted I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to take on my thrusts and I tried to practise her through the piece of tail bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this good afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her firmly and pulled her teat and pinched her pap and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for lamb life as I dropped my left deal down and forced it under her ass nerve. Cupping her backside punishing, I could screw faster. Both of us were breathing through our oral fissure, grunting like creature. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel stopcock continued pistoning inside her for various moment. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out limb so I could take aim a salutary look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her chin was resting between them.

'' You ... are ... so beautiful ! '' I managed, through the panting.

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... get laid me ... screw me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That familiar spirit feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slip both manus under her ass cheeks. My right hand went further into her slippery cleft. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few second, and easily slid my middle finger's breadth up inside her ass.

'' Jesus ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, infant ! ``

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... nookie ... love you ... ''

My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first squirt Mom 's bitch contracted as she orgasmed, too. jet after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one flesh'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, utterly spent. Her pussy still contracted in petty spasms.

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the full ... the best fucking I 've ever had. ``

'' Me too, Mom, me too ... ''

'' Lay down honey, it 's sanction. '' I rolled onto my rear, Mom lay along face me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

'' Do you mind ? It feels good to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

'' We fucked ! I ca n't believe it ! ``

'' I know, baby. You okay ? ``

'' I 'm good. A little tired. pass on me a distich minutes though, and we 'll begin Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a turn Two in a tenacious meter ! ``

We kissed and snuggled a bit. Then she surprised me.

'' Maybe this will get you going again ? I 've seen it online, maybe you 'll think it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussy and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her case into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't eaten a man 's cum in ... eld ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was right. I thought it was hot. So did my peter. It sprang back to full speciality in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the paying back, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the Qaeda, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a good opinion, having your mom sucking on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. unwaveringly pressure, goodness tongue action at law, no teeth, and she really seemed to revel it. The upright affair about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes Sir Thomas More stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to savour Mom 's blowjob a good long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are optical, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome breast into fun, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a charge. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your tit. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some time with them. If you do n't take care. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her scrumptious hangers up my bureau. She brought one to my aspect, swinging it a stark inch from me. Her sour teat hung an column inch or more than from her large aereolas, she let it rake my cheek.

Finally, I could n't resist it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The tit expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to fellate all of her tit into my lip. My deal grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the prick out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to take up so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 twelvemonth too late. Still I sucked this one white meat for bit, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my cheek so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. Good, I 'm sword lily she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then cultivate on this left tit with a trivial More leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit pulp, not just the mammilla. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

'' Christ, Travis ! '' Mom exclaimed after about ten minutes of this. `` You really like tits, do n't you ! ``

'' Am I boring you ? I can hold back or -- ''

'' God no ! prevent going ! It 's like the best massage in the world ! But do n't touch my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a dubious feeling, then I cupped her puss heap and fret my ribbon into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, right then. Kind of a small one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my cock inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left boob. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you facilitate me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her right one.

I pushed her knocker up so she could extend to it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her kitty-cat slowly.

'' Really ? '' she asked. `` You do n't cerebrate this is ... silly ? ``

'Silly'? What the roll in the hay ? Was my dad, the war hero, a entire retard ? He did n't like this ?

'' No, not silly. It 's fucking hot as hell ! ``

Mom went at her own tit with gusto, just as much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make love to her own tit, it 's so bed fascinating.

I pulled my stopcock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a plaza just as gracious, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my shaft as well as her nipple at the Same time. The fact that now her cunt juice was on her tit and my dick only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my helping hand, getting more juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her belly as she grabbed her breasts and held them astray, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my stopcock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her oral cavity so my prick question would touch her natural language on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her titmouse like a madman.

'' Cum in my rima oris, cum in my mouth, or on my face, just cum on me ! semen on, cum for me ! ``

wellspring, with her boost and with that much pressure from her tits, I had little choice.

My first cum blast went right into her lip, followed by the second. The hold out few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her teat. Mom swallowed down her encumbrance, then she bent her head and puzzle out and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her legs and breathed in her heady aromas.

A lot of the time, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a fair sex, there 's kind of a method acting going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my aspect all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 proceedings. I also did her thaumaturgy, which was to reckon up into her eyes. But well-nigh of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her tits being in the way. I stuck a digit in her ass again, just to go along her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time affair. I do n't have intercourse how this will work in the future with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth meter, she coated my expression with her female cum.

'' Come here, babe ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her tone actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

'' How do you fell about anal sex, Mom ? ``

'' for sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm sure we can find some lubricating substance or -- ''

'' Travis, darling, the um ... the 'tracks have to be clear'. You ca n't do that if there 's a railroad train in the station. ``

It took me a pair moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for Good Shepherd sake. We do n't need a collision in there ! ``

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the post will be clear tomorrow morning. ``

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal retentive fire ! ``

'' I 'd like that, son ! ``

'' So Mom, tell me more than about this woman the former day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

'' Yeah, Jeanine. What were you guys going to do ? ``

'' Well ... Jesus of Nazareth this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

'' Mom, I 've eaten your puss. I 've seen you suck swagger. You can tell me about your footling 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how nice it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should avail each other out.

'' years went by, neither of us said another Christian Bible about it. I just put it down as a silly conversation between inebriate people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I speculation, she called me. She was watching some porn and ... she came with me on the telephone. ``

'' Holy shit ! '' I interjected. `` That 's hot ! What did you do ! ``

'' I did what any red-blooded female person would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the side by side day. We were just going to be in the same room. We promised. We said we were n't gay woman, just kindred spirits looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some vino, okay, maybe a lot of vino. We were both very skittish. After our bit trash, which polished off the bottle, I took a rich breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my chamber is connected to the internet, if we wanted to watch out something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian spurt party'. And ... holy place nookie. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so brassy and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just farcical. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, nobody can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 metrical unit into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks dullard. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word of honor, if it is a Bible ... Debauched and wrong and taboo, and therefore it was also VERY sexy to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should undress, would n't we be more comfy that way ? So we got naked. And, to order you the truth, I 've never seen a grownup woman naked, in my literal presence before.

'' I got, very skittish again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gal on the video recording screamed and sprayed an enormous squirt on the other gals. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To have a warm soundbox next to me.

'' But not as dainty as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my flaccid cock. It tried to answer but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as courteous as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a just kisser, I just kind of go all dolt when we kiss.

'' And then what, '' I asked. `` I walked in ? ``

'' Yep. Jeanine had just suggested we swap dildos, which we did. But ... she put the one I just had in my puss into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my puss. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't add myself to traverse that argumentation. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the respite. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished business. ``

'' I guess. But, since we 're talking ... what are we going to do ? With ... 'this'... with us ? ``

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really accept a program. Um, what do you desire ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a while at least. ``

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... Sep ? Yeah ? well, final are in two weeks and then I 'm done for the summertime. is n't that some musical phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to face him ? And talk to him on the phone ? And ... a divorce would be so bad for him right now. ``

'' Well, you should n't get divorced, maybe. I 'll be back at school, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him conduct some blue pills and start fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't know what to say. This was all so nerve-racking. It was so fantastic 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real worldly concern reared its ugly head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do have it off it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too lately to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a mesa for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she have kids or what ? Maybe she could join us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The dismay went off at 8:40, Sunday morning. female parent 's Day. But ... WHY ! ? Why are we getting up so early ?

'' Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he 'll be on time. I want to be awake and cook. ``

Well, diddlysquat, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go mommy !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the can, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the honorable fucking I 've given her, and she hides from me ! Ca n't blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the wife mindset.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more sentence endure night. Each meter seems to be as thoroughly or better than before. When Mom seed, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a niggling girlfriend at Yule. then she kisses me so a lot ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my stopcock like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own accord and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bathroom in her gown, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dry out cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` scud ! I need to talk to your father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the Diehard movies was on. Cool.

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more care on her brass. Plucking her eyebrow or some such asshole, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the phone rang. The Captain is on the parentage !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favorite porn site, and found the Lesbo spurt party. In LE than a hour I was at full stave again. Mom was settling into the call in the swivel chair.

'' Yes, he 's here, '' she was saying to Dad. She swirled around, only to find me stroking my shaft and hardcore lesbos on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stunned daughter he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the birdcall. Mom was holding the phone to her properly ear. It 's a cord handset because Dad did n't like cell phones. So I stood up and stuck my hard pecker into Mom 's get out ear.

She tried to bat me away, but it did n't really work on. Still, she was distracted.

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a secondment ... uh huh ... yes ... admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah blah ...

I tried fondling her titty, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the professorship with her, and forced my pecker to her sassing. Dad rambled on about USN politics in Italia as Mom has about a third of my cock in her oral cavity. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be peachy ! We 'd have sex to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awing ! ``

Mom pushed me hard, I had to get off the chair.

'' Yes dear, he 's powerful here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so very much ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

goodness God, I 'm powerful here ! But she had to make it see near. She waited a few consequence, then handed me the phone.

'' Hey Dad ! Happy female parent 's Day ! ... yeah you too ow fuck ! I mean, sorry, I kicked the electric chair with my toe ... ''

In reality Mom had taken my cock and bent it downwards. When it 's this operose, it does n't turn downwards.

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be cool off ... maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a ballock into her mouth. Saviour that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking tutelage of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's boss ! ... fuck you too. ``

Mom could distinguish we were getting done, so she ran into her can and locked the door. poop !

'' outdoors up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the doorway. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her salute ! ``

Her muffled voice replied, `` Go away, get dressed. We 're going to brunch with Jeanine. ``

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the mythic Ian Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to see we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other nighttime, ASKED if there were any mother present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her showtime matrimony but her married man 's second gear. A commandant in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two nipper were at their female parent 's house this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little forgetful, little trimmer, smaller breasts but very buoyant, short blonde haircloth. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.

Both dame had on very tight skirts. Mom had a Nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball rolling. It was n't too hard, we
already had two Mimosas in us.

'' Well there 's this support group, a forum, for naval forces wife. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to serve mortal else who needs a mitt. You know, there 's sections for radix, so the gals local to a base can help each other with sit, doctor 's date and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many fourth dimension about stuff, then met in person to talk about things we did n't want to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' Cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the former day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't worry about it. It 's fine, really. ``

'' Can ask you a personal question, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your hubby ? ``

'' Absolutely ! I love him to demise ! But ... he knows I need to possess some impinging once in a while. He does n't beware as long as it 's just young woman and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the fete when he comes home ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd like to spend the rest of the day at our theater ... ''

Jeanine did this little smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a prescript. I do n't like it, but it 's all or null. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, ca n't touch me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't rival you. And I wo n't. And you wo n't. ``

'' Oh, '' I said, dejectedly. But Mom was so looking forward to this. `` But, I can be nearby ? ``

'' Sure, you can be two inch away, you just ca n't touch me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The residuum of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cunning fib about me and all the dunderhead thing I 've done over the years.

The moms had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school lady friend, and getting all touchy feely like cleaning lady do. But there were looks, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how grueling and debauched Jeanine 's No-Touching regulation really was.

We finally got up to impart, both gals kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more appalled than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we 'd see her again sometime.

'' All of you ? Or just you ? '' she asked, smiling. Mom grabbed my hand and whisked me away.

For the ride habitation, Mom sat in the stake seat while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't have a go at it why for a couple transactions, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a small `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the tush. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's leave alone knocker. Jeanine leaned back, her eye closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's boobs. First over her shirt. I had to trend respective times to persist on the road as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

Horns honked at me as I saw Mom attract Jeanine 's bra up and over her titty, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost place when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller elevator car or trucks came alongside, they would have a good vista for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out front. '' I said to nobody. The girls were lost in their little never-never land. I put the garage threshold down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to leave Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka tonic, with not a good deal tonic. I figured I could n't advert, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their annulus and shoes on. No top of the inning, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's breast. I know the notion ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand question of sucking my dick. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my hammer to Mom 's mouth, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her face. `` Oh my god, you guys were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one matter to listen about incest, quite another to actually see it. She went back to sucking on Mom 's tit, but kept looking up at the blowjob action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my putz totally enjoying the look and the view of another woman sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to stay dressed all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side zip fastener, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her white supporter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed cunt. I guess she forgot to bring pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her moment of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine undid Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to call up anything ...

'' Come and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a while. '' And I moved away on the bed a little to yield them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's legs, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvic arch, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up past Mom 's breast and got to her face where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tit were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her twat was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was horny, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's aspect and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and mouth. I moved around to get a better look. Yep, Mom 's eating snatch. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, then got bolder with each passing min until she was eating out Jeanine like there was no tomorrow. Jeanine was loving it, I loved watching it. Although it was hard not to advert Jeanine. Her breast were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass nerve and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her palm as she came violently. Her unharmed body shook and trembled as she screamed `` nooky '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's facial expression ; all covered in girl cream and this huge smile on her grimace. I went to Mom.

'' Hey no tuching ! '' said Jeanine, suddenly wary of me.

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to lick up some of your cunt succus. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouth and kept the quietus for myself. MMmmmmmm ... cleaning woman cum. Different from Mom, but still kitty juice. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's straits so she could see secure, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

'' No ! Not really ! This has been a very expert weekend ! ``

'' She 's licking your pussy, right now, Mom. How is it ? ``

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guys doing to me ... I 'm such a strumpet ! ``

I reached over to the nightstand and found a vibrator, I handed it to Jeanine. She used it swiftly and delicately. I tried taking mental bank bill as women seem to eat pussy different than men, or at least different from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her orgasm approached. I pinched and pulled her mamilla, thinking it might serve. It helped me, anyway.

'' Shit yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

Jeanine drank down all of Mom 's clobber, then pulled off and smiled up at us.

'' Pretty good ? I 've never done that before ! ``

'' You 're awing ! '' Mom answered.

'' But I thought, '' I countered. `` I thought you fooled around with fille before ? ``

'' Well, yes, but just fooling around. Some caressing and touching. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

fountainhead, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging stopcock needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine billet. But not the friendly, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a little oeuvre to stead myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with Thomas More than one other soul in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's puss was so wet and slick, My cock just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was open or anything, but I was so hard and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home sweet home ... '' I mused as my diaphysis sank completely into Mom 's puss.

'' Be it ever so humiliate ... '' Mom said.

'' Dares mo pace ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her mouth stuffed with snatch lips and, if I was n't mistaken, my balls were hitting something back there. Her intrude, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my balls were dragging on something ! The mentation of touching the unassailable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my putz jabbing ground her pussy more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' okey you guys, '' Mom said between breathing place. `` This is now ... my darling fucking billet ... of all time ... fucking holy shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't reduce and just rested her read/write head on the Commander 's wife 's cunt.

I had a clutches on Mom 's hips, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

'' Ow ! What was that ... oof ... for ? ``

'' vengeance, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' payback 's a bitch ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning gracious and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should suffer ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their trembling felt good on my rooster as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah Mommy ... yeah ... ooh yeah mama ... ``

'' Travis child ... fuck me ... so unspoilt ... make love me ... have it away your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your fornicatress ... ass your cruddy slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more seconds of this and I would be done.

'' I 'm going to cum, Mom ! I 've got to cum ! ``

'' Do it indulge ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty slit ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my putz as heavy and mysterious as I could into Mom 's twat. My throbbing cock loosed jet after wonderful spurt inscrutable inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's snatch suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus of Nazareth and the holy place fucks as she came.

I do n't know what was happening to Jeanine down there, was she she drowning ? I pulled out to tally on her.

The moment my stopcock came out, my sperms followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

'' Mom ! She 's eating it all ! ``

'' Jeanine, relieve me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the eternal rest in her mouth. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and arrive and get some.

Mom spun around and she and Jeanine kissed a cummy kiss.

I lay back on the bed, and then Mom came and kissed me with a lilliputian bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After several minute of arc of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

'' No, do n't get up ! I 've got to get the Thomas Kyd. And ... it 's your special day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the same clock time it was form of nice just to be alone with each other. Jeanine let herself out.

I rolled on top of Mom and we kissed. And we french kissed. And we soul-kissed. And we kissed for many recollective minutes, not just a few moments.

I only broke the kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my pecker. Deliverer, I had never used this before. It felt expectant !

'' Where are you going with that thing ? '' Mom asked.

'' Hows the train agenda ? '' I asked.

'' The racecourse are unclouded ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the bottle right onto her piddling brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her get out script. She used that to guide my putz in the right direction.

My rooster hit a rampart. No delay. There 's a piddling indenture in this wall. I pressed a piffling ... the indent let me impress forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her rosehip and tried to fan out her legs wider.

With a sudden going of tension, my dick principal poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With little drive, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty torso. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lubricant overcame the friction and down I came.

eight and a half column inch of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's blind drunk asshole.

'' Travis ... it 's been years ... before I married your father ... that anyone has done this. To me. ``

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so wrong ... this is all so wrong ... but I like being a slovenly woman ... I 've pushed it

down so long ... it 's squeamish to let my freak out out ! Thank you, Travis. I love you, beloved. ``

I could n't think of anything else to say, except

'' Happy mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )