( Jessica )

As I wake up the next dawning with a sore pharynx courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday good afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Sat after a stressful week at workplace. Then concluding nighttime happened and I 'm immediately nervous that Bob Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my husband. That makes me finger sick to my stomach with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the john door with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, lovemaking. Sorry I could n't stay awake last Nox. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your presentations at work go ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, unspoilt. '' It 's hard to concentrate on Trevor 's phonation while thinking about what I did last night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him suspicious. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore pharynx and it 's hard for me to talk. I think it 's from talking non-stop yesterday. ``

( Trevor )

'' Okay. wellspring, it 's almost 8:00, so I 'll go downstairs and get some coffee going for us. See you down there whenever. ``

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the room wearing an old jersey and pj's pants. Once he 's out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the dark before. Just thinking about it with images of gobbling up my son 's rooster, balls, and cum flashing through my brain instantly turns me on and I start playing with my button. As I showered last night, I wondered how I 'd feel after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no rue and am excited to conduct it further when given the chance. It does n't take long to get myself off, so I head to the lav and complete my daybreak routine.

I put on the Same loose t-shirt from hold up night with a couplet of lime green yoga pants since my shorts got soaked. My new corps de ballet is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my hair into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an vacuous home room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work email. I go to his berth and as expected, I find him at his desk in presence of his work laptop with morn tidings on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an netmail locution I need to go out-of-state next Saturday and wo n't get back until late that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four continuous dark alone with Bob Dylan. That 's the kind of opportunity I was hoping for. `` Are you going to be in here for a while dealing with work ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' Okay. I 'm going to make some eggs and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll bring them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

A few minutes pass by and I 'm adding eggs in the pan when I hear footsteps ascending the basement step, then the doorway opens and closes. I keep my back to Dylan and let my yoga trouser do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast wearing that shirt again with plastered yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her bubble target. There 's an obvious plication defining her deeply butt crack. It looks like two bollock divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and push into her backside so that I can easily feel her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. dayspring, baby. '' Dylan pushing against me tactile property effective, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' Morning, Mom. '' I ca n't resist touching her and wrap my arms around her shank with my hands reaching inside her shirt to massage the underside of her chest. Then I start grinding my pants-covered dick into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. '' Trevor is a tits guy and gets grossed out by the thought of even touching anywhere near my dickhead. I 've asked him a few multiplication over the years if he 'd be up for trying anal and he 's always shied away from it, saying maybe in the future. I got the trace, though, and stopped asking about 5 yr ago. I was tired of the disappointment every time I got rejected and he 's never brought it up on his own. So having care shown to my ass feels cracking and lets me know it still looks respectable to someone.

( Dylan )

I want to tear Mom 's skintight pants off right field now and bury my face in her fat, but tight ass. Just seeing it finally night and this dawn was enough to give me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back intimate animalistic feelings from hold out night. I squeeze a little tighter and scratch line increasing my yard in an attempt to dry hump her bum. She puts her hands out on the counter to stabilize herself, gives a flying sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels good. But not now. Your father is in his government agency and could take the air in here any secondly. We have to be impudent. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a tinker's dam. I 'm adjure deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her cheeks necking my erection as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and Forth River against the sideboard. I 'm tempted to take both of our gasp off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big Virgo the Virgin dick creating friction between my ass cheeks tactile property wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pants on, then remember our stream situation and regain composure. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my breasts and push his pelvis away to turn around and see a massive pants tent on his fork. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Sorry, Mom. I 'm just so steamy and you turn me on so much. I ca n't give up myself from feeling you up. ``

( Jessica )

I like that. `` It 's fine. But we can not do this stuff when your dad is around and he can easily catch us. Ca n't do it. OK ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okeh. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me know he 's going out of town next Sabbatum for a few days. So until then, we 're just mom and son. understand ? ``

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' Damn, a whole week. I desperately want to do it my mom right now and would do anything to win over her to let me. But I ca n't force it and ruin what I have. I need to be voguish and play along.

( Jessica )

I pull his dick out so that it 's standing straight up, bend down, imbibe the fat head and a few more than inches into my back talk, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 nimble times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his trouser with my handwriting. `` One week, mister. You can make it. '' I hope I can construct it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's mouth again sends a Wave of satisfaction over my body. Even if only for a few irregular. She hands me a plate of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't enamor a glimpse of your big erection. '' God red cent, that kid 's got a full dick. Bob Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor 's food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the computer. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son 's dawning Natalie Wood between mine. That sends a chill of naughtiness down my prickle as I walk out to delight my nutrient alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how commove I am for a week from today. I 'm going to contract my son 's virginity.

Saturday goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Mon drags on for infinity. Tuesday, just four 24-hour interval away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Th 's done. We get past Fri as well as another sexless week with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a just boy all week and respected my regard. I did catch him looking me up and down legion times as he patiently waited. And I 'll be true, I dressed down every dark in a way to fascinate his eye just to keep him wanting more. There was only one person in my life I was trying to impress all week and it was n't my husband.

On the morning of the day Trevor is leaving us, I jump out of bed at about 6:00 AM like a child on Christmas morning. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I sodding job around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the basement stairs at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the room access looking at me with squinted centre. `` near morning, sweetie. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Stuff around the house. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

He 's wasting no time. `` Uh huh. He does n't leave for the airport until 3:00 this good afternoon. ``

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. okay. '' I do n't really know how to approach today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does leave, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her lead ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

'' I was thinking. Why do n't you contract me out somewhere squeamish to eat tonight since it 'll just be the two of us ? A romantic date. ``

( Dylan )

I do n't have a job to pay for a meal and I do n't have a car. This is going to feel like a mom taking her lilliputian kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to respond, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

'' How about I drive us there and pay for the food for thought, then you drive us dwelling since I 'll probably have a few drinks ? You have your driver 's license, so we might as well use it. Then when we get home, we 'll see where the night takes us. ``

( Dylan )

I feel a little well about that arrangement. `` Okay, that sounds good. What time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' I looked online and the restaurant has an availability at 6:00, so let 's lead at 5:15. And DRESS UP. We 're going somewhere courteous, so you ca n't go in wearing workout suit and a baseball cap. '' I 'm making sure this will be a memorable night for him. Also, selfishly, I want to see him putting sweat into looking attractive for me.

We wrap up our nimble conversation and go our sort out ways. I do n't see him the rest of the day as we stay fussy doing our own affair. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar immediate muckle on the cheek as he leaves with his luggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual pauperism. I head to the master bathroom to lavish and start primping. I feel hullabaloo and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to come up later.

5:10 hits and I hear Dylan yell up to me.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

'' Yeah, I 'll be right down ! '' I turn to the uncut mirror by the bed for one final revaluation of my appearance and know there 's no way he 'll be able to contain himself tonight. Mission accomplished.

( Jessica )

The mirror 's mirror image gives me a full perspective of myself in a sleeveless wine red midi cocktail dress that cuts off at the knees. It has a recondite v-neck with see-through mesh detailing on the flop and lace passementerie on the bodice. The female chest has inherent padding to really make my cleavage pop and the back zips up. There 's a incline split on the entrust leg of the doll with scalloped lace edging. I 'm not wearing underwear because the clothes is fairly tight in the pelvic girdle, so I want to keep it perfectly shaped.

The high-pitched bounder are matching in people of color and supporter to make my ass looking at stronger. My hair is down and I made sure it has plenty of volume. The makeup took about 30 minutes to enforce, but looks on compass point. The smokey eyeshadow, dark pink lipstick, and medium length press-on gel fingernails with Andrew D. White crest complete the look. I 'm feeling very confident in myself as I grab my smuggled leather wristlet and nous downstairs to meet my son.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the steps, I see she 's wearing heights heels and a dress. Then she comes into entire opinion and I can barely bear myself. She looks refined, sexy, and bead dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her look like this before and fend speechless shaking my head in disbelief. Her boob look immaculate in that apparel. Surprisingly, my best-loved part about the look might be her hair. It looks so full-of-the-moon and aphrodisiacal, like it was professionally styled. Holy prick, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his read/write head looking me up and down, I ca n't help but to smile. He 's rob. `` What do you think ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... incredible. So good. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his eyes survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde hair is neatly styled and he 's wearing a light source blue garb shirt with the top button unbuttoned, fateful apparel bloomers and shoes, and a black 5-button undershirt with the derriere clitoris undone. I can also see a mordant swath with a ash gray warp peeking out from under the undershirt. Aside from talent from family, I 've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't own an encompassing wardrobe. I know this is about the dainty kit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly treasure his clothing choice for our date. And he looks damn good in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the vest frames him, but he looks more athletic than usual. I 'd do it to get him naked right now since I 've only seen him bottomless so far. In due time.

( Jessica )

'' Thank you. I 've got ta say, you 're looking pretty hot yourself over there. Mama likes. You ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm sure to walk in front of him on our way to the service department so he can view me from behind and I immediately finger his eyes on me. I also feel something else at the Saame time that I have n't felt in years ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom walk of life in figurehead of me down the hall to our garage, I have a unadulterated eyeshot of her ass as each cheek switch with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a great job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a adult female who knows to handle and gift herself confidently unlike girls in schooling who are unsure of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even possess to try, she naturally pulls my eyes in her focusing. Her confidence is a immense turn on. We reach the car and attract out of the garage in silence. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a John R. Major metropolis and the restaurant is downtown, so there 's dealings to engagement at 5:30 on a Sat night in the summertime. After a 40-minute effort with some belittled talk included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star French restaurant with a dress code that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's left side and hook my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the hall, we 're greeted by the innkeeper and shown our table.

I can finger virtually people looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the property. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a pair. I hope some of the guy are looking at me and am indisputable many of the women are jealous of my date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't have it off that and I do n't plan on letting them come to that conclusion. We get seated at a board in the cover niche away from most of the other patrons and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few second base after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' goodness evening and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your host, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your number 1 fourth dimension ? ``

( Jessica )

'' showtime time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

'' Great. Is it a special social function ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our inaugural day of the month. '' Just then, I catch a glance of green-eyed monster from Caitlin and love it. That 's correct, this hot unseasoned guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our drinkable edict. Bob Dylan goes with water while I decree a very expensive glass of red wine.

( Bob Dylan )

'' First date, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also genuine. There 's cypher else around tonight, so we 're free people to be ourselves and not just mom and son. Remember the rules. We are two adults tonight on a particular date enjoying the other 's company, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a guesswork of excitement run through my veins.

beverage came, we ordered food, more drinks came, we ate, and a last rung of beverage came. My son, having only had body of water all night, is completely sober. I, on the early helping hand, am definitely tipsy and look uninhibited. As we make diminished talk, I stretch my brake shoe out under the table and find his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his crotch as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as heights as I want. Damn being only 5'5 '' with shortsighted legs. With that realization, I finish my third crank of wine and put my reference card in the cheque booklet. Caitlin comes by to catch it and I reach my hand across the table to check Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' I 'm so cook to get my son naked and on top of me.

( Dylan )

'' Do you require to go back home ? '' Can I be assertive now and tell her everything I want to do to her ? This spot is still awkward and weird, but my hormones do n't give a shit.

( Jessica )

'' Okay. Then what ? '' I 'm odd to see how he handles this conversation. Plus, since I 'm feeling effects of the wine, I want to dally and mess with his head a bit.

( Dylan )

She 's going to make me say it, huh ? I had my prick down her throat a workweek ago and have been fantasizing all week about being interior of her. But now that the Night is here, I 'm having a hard time expressing myself and taking control. `` Not certainly. Maybe watch a movie or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the night is still young. ``

( Jessica )

What happened to the controlling face fucker from a week ago ? Maybe he has to get the act going before he finds himself again. `` Maybe a movie, maybe something else. We 'll see. You ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, let 's get out of here. ``

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I hired man him the Francis Scott Key and stand up to leave. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his entrust arm and roost my question on his shoulder on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the physical connection with Dylan feels special. Like he 's my man. Every arcsecond we 're touching each other, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the exit, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I glower my left hand to manoeuvre her low binding. But I feel my deal rest atop the shelf that is her butt cheek and make up one's mind to let it drop so that the cheek is in my palm. I rub it around and feel no underwear descent. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a quick squeeze and wonder at its combining of resoluteness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a flimsy yelp and grinning wide as my son take hold of my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any movies in our house tonight.

We get in the car and Bob Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the passenger fanny so that the tear on the skirt share of my dress clearly exposes nearly of my left leg to him. After about 10 min of driving, I 've seen him look over from the corner of his eye multiple time. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the inwardness cabinet and perpetrate his right hired man onto my exposed second joint and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg feeling so smoothen and hairless. This is the first clock time I 've touched her skin below her belly button and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can feel a substantial amount of heat hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touching. I look over and she 's got her psyche tilted back with her heart closed.

( Jessica )

His fingers are only about 6 in from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a little bit. This drive home could never be short-change enough. He starts squeezing my inner second joint and rubbing up and down as my pussy is crying to be penetrated. I do n't recollect he can reach far enough to get inside. DAMN IT !

( Dylan )

I ca n't reach far enough to get my fingerbreadth into her. anathemise IT ! After about 5 minutes of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my hand back to end up the driving home. But then she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 instant to get home. I 'm pulling him out of those drawers redress now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my whang and unzips my gasp to reveal my erecting. She wastes no time in stuffing it in her mouth and going up and down. God tinker's dam, I 'm getting road headway from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis spirit at home in my sassing. I 'd love to go groundless on it, but ca n't leave behind a mess or stains in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 in and jerk the bottom 4 remaining inch with my right wing hand.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my right hand on the binding of her head and try to have it away her rima oris while maintaining control of the car. This is difficult to balance. I decide to shorten my pelvic movement and let her control near of it. She starts twisting her head onto it while never coming up for a breathing place. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her pry. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the right of us and the driver blows his automobile horn. He must have caught a glimpse of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

I do n't even care about Bob Dylan blowing his consignment right now and not saving it for when we get place. I 'll make sure he has time to reload his ballock for another load. Right now, I 'm just starving for my son 's cum.

( Dylan )

It 's probably been about 5 minutes now and she 's come up for a quick breather just once. She 's loudly slurping on it in an effort to keep everything contained and not on the car behind. She 's incredible.

( Jessica )

Some of my spit has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't count as long as the tooshie and car 's interior stays clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can palpate his gumshoe turn a footling more and his ball tighten.

( Dylan )

'' I 'm about to cum, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Bob Dylan 's cum splashes into my oral cavity with multiple sprays that I quickly suck down to foreclose a mess. Unlike last week when load after payload was deposited down my throat, these servings of my boy 's cum are hitting my knife and getting tasted. And it tastes so good. A fiddling bitter, but still with some sweetness mixed in. And it 's midst to the point that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This picture is so hot. Spray, draught, nebuliser, gulp, spray, gulp.

He 's stopped shooting now and I 've swallowed it all while successfully keeping the car unblemished. I lick all around the base of his dick and draw myself back up into my prat as we make the turn onto our street.

( Dylan )

God, that felt so good. I look over at Mom and she 's staring at me with a devilish smirk and wiping the niche of her mouth. Such a slut.

( Jessica )

'' bequeath it hanging out of your pants as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road heading, I 'm more turn over on than ever and determined to screw my son 's brains out tonight.

( Dylan )

The star sign 's face lighting automatically come on as the service department doorway raises. I just hope no neighbors were looking out their Windows because there 's no denying what they would have seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage room access and whole tone out of the car holding the saliva-dampened waist of my bloomers up with my right wing hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and take your gasp off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind backrest into the firm with my erection still partially intact as I watch her ass bounce through her dress with each step again. God tinker's dam, I want that ass. As teach, I drop my bloomers on the floor along with my socks and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Dylan )

Mom starts going on a higher floor and I closely follow. It looks like she 's purposefully trying to squeeze her big ass into my look, so I slap the right cheek as it sways to the side.

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the bunko game of my son 's mitt smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my hot pants, that 's for sure.

( Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's room and I follow. Is this really about to happen ? Just like that without any conversation first ? I stop at the room access as she walks to the uncut mirror next to her incline of the bed and kicks her high heel off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

'' Come unzip me, please. It unzips down my back. ``

( Dylan )

I enter the room and approaching her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her head forward so her hair's-breadth falls safely away from the zipper. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her cigarette. Then I back up a distich of invertebrate foot as she lowers the dress and drops it to the floor next to her shoes. What 's standing in front of me is a employment of art and the most beautiful woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in front of my son without a care in the humans. The spirit is completely unloosen and somehow lifelike. I watch Dylan take the view in from behind as he observes my front in the reflection, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's boob are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked soundly lowest week, but they 're perfect this week now that I can see her fully nude sculpture. And her ass ! Holy bastard. It 's also perfect. Plump, round, and firm with a little gram molecule on the left brass. Her pussy is shaved with just a footling bit of browned hair around the area. I can see the cesarean delivery scratch from when she had me and it does n't turn me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the rest period of her does n't have any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my coat of arms around her venter with my overtone erecting hanging down and pressing against her ass crack. I reach up and start massaging her breasts. She lays her head back with closed heart, so I bend my head down and start kissing the left side of her neck opening with her foresightful dingy hair falling against my pectus. I might still be a Virgo the Virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my calendar month of dating this past class. Then she reaches her left bridge player behind my neck opening and starts jerking me off with her rectify hand, finger on the underside.

( Jessica )

Feeling my son 's tongue run up and down my cervix feels calming and extremely sexy. And the belief of his dangling cock pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can order it 's not set up, so I grab it and start pumping. His hands are massaging my breasts and we do n't say a word. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and stay within his clench, but now his manus drop to my ass face and I keep jerking him. I look up into his oculus thirsty with lustfulness and press my lips against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his lip and I feel his tongue on mine. Oh yes.

( Dylan )

I can taste the wine from Mom 's mouth as our rima oris attack each former. I feel her slipping her knife deep into my mouth, so I return the favor. The sound of our breathing and spit swapping are the solely randomness in the elbow room. Then she sucks on my glossa and pulls her cheek away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and forth between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` Hang on a second. '' I reach for my phone to find a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and colligate my phone to the bluetooth speaker in the way as the music starts playing. I toss the phone to the side and fall onto the bed lying on my spine. Dylan follows.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and lead off licking roundabout around her right nipple. It 's getting harder by the second, so I latch onto it and suck in it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Bob Dylan. suction on mum 's titties like a proficient boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 years ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my nipples again. I can tell he 's trying to get as much as he can into his mouth and lightly nibbling on my teat. Then he pulls back and I pull his foreland down onto my left bosom. He devours it.

( Dylan )

Mom 's tits are so big that I 'm not even close to fitting one in my backtalk. Still, I open wide and eat as practically of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost care liquidness in my lip. I start nibbling on her gummy left mammilla and then suck like I 'm trying to blarney milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arch her back. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

Seeing my 38DD get pulled into Dylan 's mouth and feeling him suck my nipple while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me crazy. Then he pulls up to depend at me and I take the chance to advertize his shoulders so he starts sliding down my naked consistence. He seems to understand my expectations as he begins kissing my stomach and running his tongue down me. I prop a pillow under my headspring so I can watch his face disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my tongue down Mom 's sonant belly, I start to get nervous. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to suck at it. But, the minute of accuracy is here and I have to figure out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the hips and perpetrate her toward the edge of the bed and get on my knees. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the face, inches away. I can already sense its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the bound of the bed, I see Dylan 's face disappear with just the top of his headland visible. I feel his breath inching closer to my skin. cum on, do it. The expectancy is killing me. I spread my legs as wide as I can and see his helping hand come up to rest on my heavyset inner second joint. Then, he dives in.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her legs all-embracing and I accept the invitation. I run my natural language along the inner walls of her labia, then I find her clit and set off flicking it up with my natural language. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to swallow up my face and push my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's tongue is working my pussy and it 's fantastic. Licking my labia and clitoris were a great beginning, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can see my juices squishing against his face. This is ecstasy. I grab his hair, hold back his heading in place, and start humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't care less about his lyric right now. `` That 's it, let your mother bang your face. ``

( Bob Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her renal pelvis onto my face, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to yell for her to fuck my mouth, but my discussion are muted by her pussy. I can sense and taste her now and she 's dessert in both paying attention. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my tongue as much as I can and let her British pound sterling herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' Fuck yes. Good boy, Dylan. Eat momma 's puss, my gamy son. '' I begin to throw my snatch up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his side. I 'm not just fucking his tongue anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the dot that his chin gets pulled into my clit and his tongue runs down the entireness of my perineum, mm away from my virgin asshole. With another position in psyche, I let go of his fuzz and stand up. `` Get on the bed, on your cover. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening facial expression and lies on the bed.

Once he 's down, I climb onto the bed and range his face, grabbing his whisker again. `` Stick your tongue back out. '' He does as he 's told and I start riding my son 's face as I look down at him being smothered.

( Bob Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my face, her manifestation is one of pure lecherousness. Getting off is the lone thing on her mind rightfield now and I could n't be well-chosen to make it happen. Her sullen bosom are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunities are uncommon as she grinds at the upper of lightning. She begins pulling my hair harder and bouncing up and down on my tongue as she stares into my eyes biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my legs outset to shake. `` Oh God, baby. I 'm about to cum. continue drubbing, do n't block up. ``

( Dylan )

My lingua is completely dull now. I think I have it extended out, but am not convinced. Being used by Mom like this is such a round on and a really dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, babe ! ``

( Bob Dylan )

She throws her top dog back and an explosion of quick wetness splashing into my sassing and onto my face. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after waving of intense pleasure runs through me and my legs tighten against Dylan 's straits as I squirt three times, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his mouth. `` Yeah, sup all of it. ``

( Dylan )

There 's not much of a tang, surprisingly. But there was definitely more fluid than I expected. Mom stops rubbing herself against me and dart back. Then she bends down and starts kissing me.

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His face is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the pool. I bend down to kiss him again and clean myself off of his lip a bit. I slip my tongue back into his back talk and dance with his knife. He tastes so sweet. I pull back up and a strand of my succus and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my chest. `` Let 's get your shirt and waistcoat off. ``

I unbutton his vest, then shirt, and pull both off over his question and lifted arms. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the first metre and he 's in much in force form than I previously thought. He has some muscular definition in his chest, berm, and munition. I can also see a couple of nervure running down his branch. He does n't let a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a control board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and cat valium eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his hammer encounter against my butt face. `` What 's that ? ``

( Dylan )

The image of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her huge knocker are hanging down, but still firm. Her stomach has a flimsy pomposity to it on the figurehead, but the sides are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks unbelievable. She raises a few inches and scoots back a little more. Then she sits veracious on top of my phallus with it splitting her labia faithful. The warmth and wetness feeling like null else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You ready, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yes. '' And with that, she raises up about a ft, pulls my gumshoe straight up, then lowers herself back onto me so I 'm all the way inside of her pussy.

( Jessica )

Oh God. The opinion of fullness is amazing. The difference in cinch between him and his Padre makes a world of difference. I stay still for a few minute, then deform down to figure out his mouth and tip of his knife, sit back up, push my pilus back, and protrude riding my son 's massive virgin cock with a stabilize rhythm.

( Bob Dylan )

This feels amazingly warm up, flabby, and slippery. My mom 's rosehip are going back and forward at a hold back gait, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the feeling and look of her being in a globe of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's cock feels like it was custom fitted to be inside of me. It 's a plastered fit, but oh so enjoyable. I put my handwriting on his hairless chest and embark on riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a rate that increases my heart rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my chest, her arms are incidentally pushing her breasts together to create deep cleavage. I reach up and run my hand between it as her pace addition. A match of bit later, she shifts her position a little so her impart knee is still on the bed, but her right leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her torso angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her left breast is hanging near my brass, so I suck it back into my mouth as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

Oh wow. Dylan 's now hitting into my uterine cervix as I increase my step again and am slamming down onto him. It 's a respectable look. `` Oh yes, baby. You like having your female parent twit your big tool ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an amazing feeling. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a voracious gait as my prick keeps hitting a wall interior of her. She grabs the headboard with her decently script, digs her nails into my chest with her depart bridge player, screams out, and starts shaking on top of me. I think she 's cumming again.

( Jessica )

'' AaaaaAAAAHHHH YEEEEESSSS ! ! ! '' My boy is giving me a second coming tonight. How the hell is he still a virgin ? His repeated hammering into my neck made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll have to remember this location for future tense use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts initiative and ending her legs, like she 's trying to squeeze the end drop-off of her juice out. She 's got her tit pulled from my mouth and hands on the back of her head now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big tits are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a not bad position of her because her backrest is arched, so her chest is pressed forward. That leads my eyes up her neck to her beautiful cheek, then to her now messy hair. She looks like the paradigm of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my gumshoe and get on my knees. `` Get on all tetrad. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to take me doggystyle ? '' I assume the spot for my fan and soon find him enter me from behind. Oooh shit, he 's getting even deeper than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her slit. As I go in and out, I get corneous watching her ass face wavelet with every thrust. They create a pocket-size folding at the top where they meet the small of her spinal column, so I grab the fold like a handle and start out driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's dick smell so near inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can watch him fuck me from behind in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Watching his expressions lets me know I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to direct everything from me that he wants. The head of his dick starts flicking against my g-spot every time he pushes in, so I start pushing back into him.

( Dylan )

Mom and I are now fucking each other like rabbits in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and watch her tits swing around as I control her from rear end. That 's a well look. I can also see her watching me in the musing. We make eye contact and briefly smile at each other. Then she looks over her forget shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

'' keep riding me, baby. I want you to cum in me. ``

( Dylan )

That makes me start pounding her harder with the sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass cheeks growing louder. I move my hands to grab the sides of her hips and tear her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my prick deep interior of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if somebody from the outside heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's cock hits my g-spot. It 's almost too much to handle. I collapse face-first onto the bed and Dylan stays attached. I see in the mirror that he has put himself in a push-up position and is driving downward into me now. Knowing he wants this as much as I do makes it find right. Then, I start to sense the tingle inside myself with a wave of pleasure hit. My hamstrings tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's cock. He does n't slack down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splashes onto me, squirting again like when she was on my face. The effect hits my dick and makes me require to never stop. The speech sound in the room is now an obvious wet pound. I love it. She convulses a few metre and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god damn orgasms, shit. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's peter. And he knows how to use it. Then Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big cock go in and out of me and my mastermind is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Dylan. Fuck mommy 's bitch and cum in me. I want it. pass on it to me. '' I grab his arms and curb tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my pegleg around him to pull him closer and snaffle his ass with both hands as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can finger myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive tits roll up and down as I hold her rosehip and heft myself into her. What a tidy sum that is. Her paw are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my tongue into her mouth and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our tongues to have intercourse the early 's mouth. I feel my hawkshaw vellication and balls tighten, so I pull my face back to look at her. She gives me her mephistophelian smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum rich inside her slit. I ca n't hold on fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my cum as deep into her womb as I can get it with the unattackable coming I 've ever felt. I want to multiply my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his warmly semen shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his facial expression the intact clip and know I 'm giving him something special. I feel extra because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly take hold of his hair which redirects his center to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my finale spray of cum into Mom 's vagina and push it in as far as I can. Mom 's biting her lip and I lean down to hand her a soft kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my female parent and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The feeling is a little confusing because everything that transpired over the last 40 minutes was information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and roll onto my plump for beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my peter from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no regrets. It was an unbelievable experience. And on top of that, he 's unbelievable in bed. I will definitely be getting more of that. I turn my headway to my right to look at Bob Dylan as I feel his lovesome jizz running down onto my ass. `` Jesus, that was amazing. What 'd you cogitate ? ``

( Dylan )

I turn my head teacher to look at Mom. `` I have no row. It was unbelievable. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want more of you, Mom. I feel ungovernable when I 'm near you. I ALWAYS want to rip your clothes off and get inside of you. ``

( Jessica )

'' commodity. ``

( Dylan )

'' We have 3 More night without Dad, right ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Mon through Wednesday off work for us. So we 've got the days, too. And during this clip, I 'm all yours. ``

( Bob Dylan )

That news sends a waving of excitement through me. I ca n't waitress to do this again.

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be fair, I 'm a little worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your toughness is off the charts. I 'm practice to being done after about 15 minute of arc with your Father-God, so I think I 'm tapping out for the night. ``

( Dylan )

Damn it. `` okeh. I 'll see you in the first light ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's side of the bed. The only rule is we sleep naked. Deal ? ``

( Dylan )

'' flock ! '' I feel somewhat guilty for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's nothing compared to what we 've already done. So chouse it.

( Jessica )

We get ready for bed together in the lord can, sharing immediate glances with each other in the mirror as we brush our teeth beside each early. We finish up and rise into bed under the binding. I roll over and present Dylan one More deep kiss. `` Good Nox, my passion. ``

( Dylan )

'' Good night, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Bob Dylan 's dresser and he rests his left hand on my headway, massaging my scalp with his fingers. This is vestal walking on air. I lay my leftfield arm across his shank and drift off to log Z's with my raw son under me .