It's been LE than a month since my son, Alan, came abode from college for the vacation. I had to admit that my little boy isn't so lilliputian any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking maintenance of his organic structure with good food and practice session. Anything a upright mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more proud of him. The fishy 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 yr ago, working my job at the department storehouse full phase of the moon time, getting along with the neighbors and the repose of the family unit. There were a few drama here and there, but there was not much to babble out or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, love ! It's prison term for dinner !"

"Sure thing, mom ! Just pass 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 effective estimation to reinforce him for his unvoiced work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On swarm 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would distract me from having a lovely Nox with my son. No LE that a few instant later, he appeared, dressed in a white pissed fitting single and shorts, smiling his million buck smile. A strapping young man with pectoral muscle of brand and across-the-board shoulders. Six foot tall. Short, neatly kept chocolate-brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very handsome. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my tit a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my entire organic structure exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some wearing apparel while I was around the business firm like a proper grown woman, but after that strange matter that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to prune myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even take care if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Thomas More. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youthfulness. My skin was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my example regime. The only space where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blond, blue eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my fuzz down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

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

"Hey, mom. Do you own any dessert ?"

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

We had ice cream in the living elbow room, or more like he did. I didn't have a trough, so we chatted some more, shooting the duck soup. I was one-half egg laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my giant tits resting on the arm sleep. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the mesa following to him and thwack his lips.

"habitation made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My organic structure started to heat up, and juices started to ooze out of my exposed puss, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to draw them straight down along with his underclothes. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my backtalk from automatically parting. Something inside my promontory switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my sass. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock hard meat, shaped and as secure as he looked, and the Sir Thomas More I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my cheek towards it. I could not turn back myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his ramification open for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar grinning while my right hired hand wrapped around the bottom of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to ooze out the head. I gave it a long lick with my natural language, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on solid ground. I had tasted many pecker in my young person, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the right-hand texture and tinge. The right length and shape. 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 taste all over the inside of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire distance 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 time, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the headway. My exhilaration amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a regular rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's pecker feverishly with abandon. It was the naughty and most forbidden thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't fear. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to breastfeed this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my relieve hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juice flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my rim intensely,"Yeah, sister. yield mommy your hot delightful spermatozoan !"

My head teacher slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and steamy piffling MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him throb uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, drumhead rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the heat begin to boil over. He reached his pinnacle quickly, and there was a sudden burst of rut in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy cosmic string, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in delight as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an earth shattering climax, continuing to lock away my lips and jerking his hammer with them. Sir Thomas More and more of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting drumhead, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to slush around the accumulation of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a Gustavus Franklin Swift swig down, I swallowed his full load, 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 whore for your cum sweet, hey ?"

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

I spend the next few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index finger giving my puss a slow idle words down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our late evening routine as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not barricade 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 ruin set of green sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .