It's been lupus erythematosus than a month since my son, Alan, came house from college for the holidays. I had to take on that my little boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking charge of his body with good food for thought and physical exercise. Anything a right mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to suit. I could never be more proud of him. The rum thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorce twelvemonth ago, working my job at the department depot fully time, getting along with the neighbors and the rest of the family. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not much to sing or reminisce about. Living with him again has been pipe down delightful.

"Alan, love ! It's meter for dinner !"

"Sure matter, mom ! Just pass on me a sec !"

I was preparing this night's evening repast. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to reward him for his backbreaking body of work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was glad. On swarm 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would trouble me from having a lovely night with my son. No LE that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a egg white soused fitting individual and underdrawers, smiling his million buck smile. A strapping Whitney Young man with pecs of brand and broad shoulders. Six animal foot tall. short, neatly kept brown hair. Dashing Brown University eyes. So very well-favored. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my mamilla a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my full body exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at to the lowest degree some clothes while I was around the house like a right grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came nursing home, I just did not want to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the opposite death chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My skin was fluent and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too a good deal fat on my trunk because of my exercise regime. The entirely stead where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blond, blue air eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my whisker down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

"Ah ! Spaghetti ! My darling ! You the bomb, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

We had dinner like a normal family would have. We chatted about each other's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend subroutine, like clean the business firm, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dish, Alan casually turned to me.

"Hey, mom. Do you have any afters ?"

"You don't have to ask, Alan. I have it right in the fridge. Don't you worry !"

We had ice cream in the living room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the breeze. I was half laying on the sofa with both wooden leg tucked across from me, my behemoth knocker resting on the arm relaxation. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice ointment. After he was finished, he sets the roll aside on the table adjacent to him and smacks his lips.

"house made ice cream. Always the best."

"gladiola you like it, Alan. You used to eat that even when you were a kid."

"In any case, mom, I think it's time for yours."

He shifted in the chairman while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to fire up up, and juices started to seep out of my divulge pussy, staining the lounge. I watched his bridge player reach for his shorts to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not crush my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my headland switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inch of rock firmly essence, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more than I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my typeface towards it. I could not barricade myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his branch open for me to get unaired, all the while looking at me with that million one dollar bill smile while my the right way hand wrapped around the bottom of the inning of his quill to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the foreland. I gave it a long biff with my spit, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no former taste sensation on worldly concern. I had tasted many dicks in my spring chicken, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the aright texture and tinge. The right distance and chassis. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this tasting all over the inside of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the intact length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch my lips and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My excitement amplified as I tasted Thomas More of him, and I started a regular regular recurrence, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's cock feverishly with wantonness. It was the juicy and most forbidden matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and time lag for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this spell, my free hand was stroking my enflamed clitoris, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"sucking it hard. You know you want that spunk. suck in it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hired man while licking my sass intensely,"Yeah, child. Give momma your hot scrumptious sperm !"

My read/write head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, headway rolled back and gradually arcing. My finger's breadth on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the heat energy begin to seethe over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden flare-up of rut in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy train, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitch moan in delight as I caved, my kitty-cat convulsing hard from an earth shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my lips and jerking his cock with them. More and more of his freight spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my spit until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to slosh around the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his total lode, gasping happily after.

I looked up at my son to see him grinning and panting. I gave him a naughty smile,"Your mother's such a woman of the street for your cum sweet, hey ?"

"Hell, yes. She is."He chuckled.

I spend the next few bit cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent beak, my indicator fingerbreadth giving my puss a decelerate wind instrument down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our tardy evening routine as normal. All the spell, whenever I thought about my son's prick, I could not stop getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my crushed set of uncouth gumption. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a glad smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to catch some Z's .