( Jessica )

As I wake up the next morning with a sore throat good manners of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hour ago, Trevor is in the shower bath. Yesterday good afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a nerve-wracking week at work. Then last Night happened and I 'm immediately nervous that Bob Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my hubby. That makes me feel vomit to my tum with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the bathroom door with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, love. Sorry I could n't quell awake final stage night. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your intro at work go ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the elbow room wearing an old t-shirt and pj's trouser. Once he 's out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the night before. Just thinking about it with epitome of gobbling up my son 's stopcock, clod, and cum flashing through my head instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clitoris. As I showered live on Night, I wondered how I 'd sense after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to select it further when given the fortune. It does n't take long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and terminated my sunrise routine.

I put on the same loose jersey from conclusion night with a couplet of lime green yoga gasp since my boxers got soaked. My new corps de ballet is not an fortuity. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my tomentum into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty family line room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his oeuvre e-mail. I go to his office and as expected, I find him at his desk in front of his employment laptop with morning news show on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an e-mail expression I need to go out-of-state next Sabbatum and wo n't get back until later that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four uninterrupted dark alone with Dylan. That 's the form 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 seduce 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 nut in the pan when I hear pace ascending the basement stairs, then the door opens and closes. I keep my backbone to Dylan and let my yoga gasp do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my adulteress mother making breakfast wearing that shirt again with tight yoga gasp that are absolutely clinging to her ripple butt. There 's an obvious seam defining her trench butt crack. It looks like two balls 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. cockcrow, child. '' Dylan pushing against me feeling good, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' good morning, Mom. '' I ca n't defy touching her and enclose my blazonry around her shank with my work force reaching inside her shirt to massage the underside of her chest. Then I start grinding my pants-covered prick into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I want to tear Mom 's skin-tight pants off rightfulness now and bury my face in her fat, but blind drunk ass. Just seeing it last dark and this morning was enough to cave in me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic smell from survive night. I squeeze a little tighter and get-go increasing my pace in an attempt to dry hump her bum. She puts her hands out on the sideboard to stabilize herself, gives a promptly sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

Like I give a damn. I 'm pressed deep enough into her fracture now so that I feel her buttock caressing my erecting as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and Forth against the counter. I 'm influence to get both of our pants off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big Virgo cock creating friction between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to guess it happening without pants on, then think of our current situation and recover equanimity. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my chest and push his rosehip away to turn around and see a massive pants tent on his crotch. He looks at me with a mix of surprisal and disappointment.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okay. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' shit, a unhurt week. I desperately want to sleep together my mom right now and would do anything to convince her to let me. But I ca n't force it and ruin what I have. I need to be smart and play along.

( Jessica )

I pull his cock out so that it 's standing straight up, bend down, draw the fat straits and a few more inch into my lip, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 quick times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his gasp with my helping hand. `` One hebdomad, Mr. You can make it. '' I hope I can make it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's oral cavity again sends a wave of satisfaction over my dead body. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a photographic plate of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't catch a glimpse of your big hard-on. '' God damn, that kid 's got a respectable dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor 's intellectual nourishment to him. He gives me a promptly thanks without breaking his stare from the computer. I bend down to kiss him on his lip with him having no idea I just had our son 's daybreak wood between mine. That sends a thrill of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to enjoy my nutrient alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how energize I am for a week from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Saturday goes by. Billy Sunday comes and goes. Monday drags on for eternity. Tuesday, just four twenty-four hours away. An uneventful Midweek is gone. Th 's done. We get past Friday as well as another sexless hebdomad with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a expert boy all week and respected my want. I did bewitch him looking me up and down numerous multiplication as he patiently waited. And I 'll be good, I dressed down every night in a way to catch his eye just to observe him wanting more. There was only one somebody in my life history 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 fry on Dec 25 morning. I do n't really roll in the hay what to do with myself, so I terminated chores around the star sign until I hear shuffling coming up the basement stairs at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squinted eyes. `` dependable morning, sweetheart. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' material around the star sign. ``

( Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. Okay. '' I do n't really eff how to go up today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does pass on, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her atomic number 82 ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I do n't have a job to pay for a meal and I do n't suffer a car. This is going to sense like a mom taking her little 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 nutrient, then you drive us base 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 better about that organization. `` Okay, that sounds good. What time ? ``

( Jessica )

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

We wrap up our quick conversation and go our disjoined ways. I do n't see him the sleep of the day as we stay busy doing our own things. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar quick plenty on the cheek as he leaves with his luggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual motive. I head to the master bathroom to shower and start primping. I feel excitement and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to descend later.

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

'' Yeah, I 'll be right down ! '' I turn to the full-length mirror by the bed for one last recapitulation of my show and know there 's no way he 'll be able to contain himself tonight. Mission accomplished.

( Jessica )

The mirror 's reflectivity gives me a entire vista of myself in a sleeveless wine red midi cocktail dress that cuts off at the knees. It has a deep v-neck with vaporous mesh detailing on the bust and lace clipping on the bodice. The bust has integral padding to really induce my segmentation pop and the back zips up. There 's a incline split on the left leg of the skirt with scollop lace edging. I 'm not wearing underwear because the dress is fairly tight in the rose hip, so I want to keep it perfectly shaped.

The high up bounder are matching in color and assistance to make my ass look stronger. My fuzz is down and I made sure it has plentitude of book. The makeup took about 30 minute to apply, but looks on point. The smokey eyeshadow, colored pink lipstick, and metier length press-on gel fingernails with Patrick White summit complete the look. I 'm feeling very convinced in myself as I grab my black leather wrist band and promontory downstairs to meet my son.

( Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the stairs, I see she 's wearing luxuriously bounder and a attire. Then she comes into full view and I can barely contain myself. She looks elegant, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her look like this before and stand speechless shaking my head in disbelief. Her breasts look immaculate in that clothes. Surprisingly, my favorite persona about the look might be her hair. It looks so replete and sexy, like it was professionally styled. holy place squat, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his promontory looking me up and down, I ca n't help but to smile. He 's hooked. `` What do you cerebrate ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... unbelievable. 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 blue dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, Joseph Black dress pants and shoes, and a black 5-button vest with the can clitoris undone. I can also see a melanize belt with a silver gray buckle peeking out from under the waistcoat. Aside from gift from home, I 've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't consume an encompassing wardrobe. I know this is about the nice outfit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly appreciate his clothing choice for our date. And he looks damn sound in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the waistcoat frames him, but he looks more gymnastic than usual. I 'd love to get him au naturel 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. mummy likes. You prepare to go ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom base on balls in front of me down the hall to our service department, I have a perfect view of her ass as each cheek shifts with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a corking job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a fair sex who knows to handle and present herself confidently unlike girls in school who are uncertain of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my oculus in her direction. Her self-assurance is a huge spell on. We reach the car and pull out of the garage in silence. I 'm energize, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a major city and the restaurant is downtown, so there 's traffic to struggle at 5:30 on a Saturday night in the summer. After a 40-minute campaign with some modest talk included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star French eating place with a garb codification that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's odd side of meat and hook my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the antechamber, we 're greeted by the emcee and shown our table.

I can feel most masses looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the place. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Bob Dylan, or both of us as a span. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am for certain many of the cleaning woman are overjealous of my date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't know that and I do n't contrive on letting them come to that conclusion. We get seated at a board in the dorsum recession away from most of the other sponsor and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few seconds after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' Good evening and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your host, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your first time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' foremost time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

'' Great. Is it a extra occasion ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our 1st appointment. '' Just then, I catch a coup d'oeil of jealousy from Caitlin and roll in the hay it. That 's right, this hot young guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our drinking parliamentary law. Dylan goes with water while I ordering a very expensive methamphetamine of red wine.

( Dylan )

'' offset appointment, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also confessedly. There 's cipher else around tonight, so we 're dislodge to be ourselves and not just mom and son. Remember the pattern. We are two adults tonight on a date enjoying the other 's companionship, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a dig of excitement run through my veins.

Drinks came, we ordered intellectual nourishment, to a greater extent drinkable came, we ate, and a final round of beverage came. My son, having only had urine all Nox, is completely sober. I, on the other mitt, am definitely tipsy and feeling uninhibited. As we make small-scale talk, I stretch my brake shoe out under the board 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 high as I want. damn being only 5'5 '' with short wooden leg. With that realization, I finish my third base chalk of wine-coloured and put my credit plug-in in the chip pamphlet. Caitlin comes by to snaffle it and I reach my bridge player across the table to guard Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' O.K.. Then what ? '' I 'm curious to see how he handles this conversation. Plus, since I 'm feeling result of the wine-coloured, I want to flirt and mess up with his head a bit.

( Bob Dylan )

She 's going to score me say it, huh ? I had my rooster down her pharynx a calendar week ago and have been fantasizing all week about being inside of her. But now that the night is here, I 'm having a operose time expressing myself and taking control. `` Not surely. Maybe watch a movie or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the Nox is still young. ``

( Jessica )

What happened to the controlling facial expression fucker from a calendar 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 hand him the cay and stand up to give. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his left arm and rest my chief on his articulatio humeri on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the strong-arm connection with Dylan feels special. Like he 's my man. Every irregular we 're touching each early, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the exit, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my exit hand to guide her lower back. But I feel my hand rest atop the ledge that is her butt cheek and resolve to let it leave out so that the impudence is in my thenar. I rub it around and feel no underwear line of descent. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a quick wring and wonder at its combination of firmness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a slight yip and grin wide as my son grabs 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 hind end so that the schism on the skirt portion of my wearing apparel clearly exposes most of my leave leg to him. After about 10 minutes of driving, I 've seen him look over from the quoin of his eye multiple times. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the center console and pull his right hand onto my exposed thigh and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom 's leg feels so smoothen and hairless. This is the first gear fourth dimension I 've touched her pelt below her belly button and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can finger a square amount of heat hit my hired hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touching. I look over and she 's got her head tilted back with her eyes closed.

( Jessica )

His fingers are only about 6 inches from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a short bit. This parkway home could never be short enough. He starts squeezing my intimate thigh and rubbing up and down as my pussy is crying to be penetrated. I do n't think he can give far enough to get inside. DAMN IT !

( Bob Dylan )

I ca n't strive far enough to get my fingers into her. anathemize IT ! After about 5 minute of arc of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my deal back to stop the driveway dwelling. But then she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 minutes to get home. I 'm pulling him out of those pants right now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my belt and unzips my pants to reveal my erection. She wastes no meter in stuffing it in her mouth and going up and down. God shucks, I 'm getting road head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis flavor at home in my oral fissure. I 'd make love to go wild on it, but ca n't get out a deal or filth in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inches and yank the bed 4 remaining inches with my right hand.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my good hired hand on the back of her head and try to screw her back talk while maintaining restraint of the car. This is hard to balance. I decide to reduce my pelvic movement and let her control most of it. She starts twisting her promontory onto it while never coming up for a breather. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her intrude. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the right of us and the driver blows his 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 like about Dylan blowing his load right now and not saving it for when we get home. I 'll ready sure as shooting he has time to recharge his balls for another load. Right now, I 'm just starving for my son 's cum.

( Bob 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 try to restrain everything contained and not on the car seat. She 's incredible.

( Jessica )

Some of my spit has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't weigh as long as the seat and car 's interior stoppage clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can sense his dick grow a little more and his balls tighten.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my oral fissure with multiple nebulizer that I quickly suck down to prevent a jam. Unlike cobbler's last week when freight after lading was deposited down my throat, these helping of my boy 's semen are hitting my tongue and getting tasted. And it tastes so good. A fiddling bitter, but still with some redolence mixed in. And it 's THICK to the degree that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This scene is so hot. Spray, draught, nebuliser, gulp, spray, gulp.

He 's turn back shooting now and I 've swallowed it all while successfully keeping the car unmarred. I lick all around the nucleotide of his dick and pull up myself back up into my seat as we make the turn onto our street.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' go out it hanging out of your drawers as we pull into the service department. '' After giving him route head, I 'm more wrench on than ever and determined to cheat my son 's brains out tonight.

( Dylan )

The house 's front lights automatically come on as the garage door raises. I just hope no neighbour were looking out their windows because there 's no denying what they would consume seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the service department door and step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened shank of my pants up with my right hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and call for your pants off. ``

( Bob Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind back into the home with my erection still partially intact as I watch her ass bounce through her dress with each step again. God damn, I want that ass. As instructed, I drop my pants on the floor along with my socks and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Dylan )

Mom starts going upstairs and I closely follow. It looks like she 's purposefully trying to jostle her big ass into my facial expression, so I slap the flop cheek as it sways to the side.

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the insect bite of my son 's handwriting smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my horniness, 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 doorway as she walks to the full-length mirror next to her English of the bed and kicks her high heels off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

I enter the room and approaching her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her head forward so her hair falls safely away from the zip. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her butt. Then I back up a distich of feet as she lowers the dress and drops it to the floor succeeding to her place. What 's standing in straw man 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 world. The feeling is completely liberate and somehow natural. I watch Dylan take the aspect in from behind as he observes my front in the reflectivity, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom 's breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked skilful last week, but they 're perfect this workweek now that I can see her fully nude person. And her ass ! Holy red cent. It 's also perfect. Plump, unit of ammunition, and firm with a little jetty on the left face. Her pussy is shaved with just a little bit of dark-brown hair around the area. I can see the c-section scar from when she had me and it does n't reverse me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the rest of her does n't have got any other imperfectness. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my sleeve around her stomach with my partial erecting hanging down and pressing against her ass go. I reach up and commence massaging her chest. She lays her head back with closed oculus, so I bend my head down and start kissing the left side of her neck opening with her recollective dark hair's-breadth falling against my chest of drawers. I might still be a Virgo the Virgin, but kissing was the one matter I nailed down during my month of dating this preceding year. Then she reaches her impart hand behind my neck and starts jerking me off with her mighty hand, fingers on the underside.

( Jessica )

Feeling my son 's tongue run up and down my neck feels calming and extremely sexy. And the tactual sensation of his dangling prick pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can tell it 's not erect, so I grab it and start pumping. His hands are massaging my tit and we do n't say a word. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and stay within his grip, but now his helping hand drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his centre hungry with lust and press my lips against his. To my surprisal, he immediately opens his oral fissure and I feel his tongue on mine. Oh yes.

( Dylan )

I can sample the wine from Mom 's backtalk as our mouths attack each early. I feel her slipping her tongue oceanic abyss into my mouth, so I return the party favor. The speech sound of our ventilation and spit swapping are the only noises in the room. Then she sucks on my tongue and pulls her font away from mine. I see her looking into my middle, going back and forth between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` Hang on a second. '' I reach for my sound to find a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and connect my phone to the bluetooth loudspeaker in the room as the euphony starts playing. I toss the phone to the side and capitulation onto the bed lying on my spine. Bob Dylan follows.

( Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and initiate licking circles around her right nipple. It 's getting harder by the second, so I latch onto it and take up it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. Suck on mamma 's bosom like a full boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 age ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my nipples again. I can say he 's trying to get as much as he can into his back talk and lightly nibbling on my nipple. Then he pulls back and I pull his heading down onto my provide breast. He devours it.

( Dylan )

Mom 's nipple are so big that I 'm not even close to fitting one in my oral fissure. Still, I open wide and eat as very much of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost like liquid in my mouth. I start nibbling on her gummy left mamilla and then suck like I 'm trying to coax Milk River from it. I hear her breathe in sharply and arc her backbone. 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 brainsick. Then he pulls up to look at me and I take the opportunity to crusade his articulatio humeri so he starts sliding down my naked eubstance. He seems to understand my expectations as he begins kissing my stomach and running his spit down me. I prop a pillow under my headland so I can view his face disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my tongue down Mom 's soft belly, I start to get flighty. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to fellate at it. But, the import of the true is here and I have to envision out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the hips and overstretch 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 feel its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the boundary of the bed, I see Dylan 's face disappear with just the top of his caput visible. I feel his breath inching closer to my cutis. Come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my pegleg as wide as I can and see his hands come up to rest on my thick internal thigh. Then, he dives in.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her legs wide of the mark and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the intimate walls of her labia, then I find her clit and initiate flicking it up with my clapper. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to bury my face and push my lingua in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's tongue is working my pussy and it 's marvellous. Licking my labia and clit were a capital head start, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can hear my juices squishing against his face. This is ecstasy. I grab his pilus, hold his school principal in place, and start humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't care less about his wrangle right now. `` That 's it, let your mother fuck your face. ``

( Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her pelvic girdle onto my face, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to yell for her to roll in the hay my mouth, but my Holy Writ are muted by her pussycat. I can smell and try her now and she 's Sweet in both paying attention. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my tongue as lots as I can and let her punt herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' Fuck yes. Good boy, Dylan. Eat Momma 's cunt, my racy son. '' I begin to throw my snap up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his face. I 'm not just fucking his tongue anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS nerve to the peak that his chin up gets pulled into my button and his spit runs down the totality of my perineum, millimeter away from my Virgin asshole. With another position in mind, I let go of his hair and stand up. `` Get on the bed, on your rachis. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening boldness and lies on the bed.

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

( Bob Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my boldness, her locution is one of pure lust. Getting off is the only affair on her mind right now and I could n't be felicitous to clear it go on. Her heavy boob 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 focal ratio of lightning. She begins pulling my haircloth harder and bouncing up and down on my knife as she stares into my middle biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my stage start to shake. `` Oh God, baby. I 'm about to cum. Keep licking, do n't stop. ``

( Bob Dylan )

My knife is completely dead now. I think I have it extended out, but am not positive. Being used by Mom like this is such a round on and a actual dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, infant ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her head back and an explosion of warm wetness stir into my mouth 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 pass as I squirt three prison term, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his mouth. `` Yeah, withdraw all of it. ``

( Dylan )

There 's not very much of a flavor, surprisingly. But there was definitely more fluid than I expected. Mom stops rubbing herself against me and scud 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 lips a bit. I slip my tongue back into his mouth and dance with his tongue. He tastes so Sweet. I pull back up and a train of my juices and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my chest. `` Let 's get your shirt and undershirt off. ``

I unbutton his vest, then shirt, and deplumate both off over his head and lifted subdivision. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the low gear clock time and he 's in a good deal better shape than I previously thought. He has some muscular definition in his chest, shoulder, and arms. I can also see a yoke of veins running down his coat of arms. He does n't have got a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a circuit board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde tomentum and green eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my butt cheek. `` What 's that ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

The ikon of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her Brobdingnagian mamilla are hanging down, but still firm. Her stomach has a slender splashiness to it on the front, but the sides are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks incredible. She raises a few inches and scoots back a little more. Then she sits right on top of my member with it splitting her labia sheepcote. The warmth and wetness flavour like nothing else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You ready, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Oh God. The feeling of fullness is amazing. The departure in girth between him and his father makes a world of difference. I stay still for a few secondment, then bend down to thrash his backtalk and tip of his tongue, sit back up, push my tomentum back, and start riding my son 's monumental Virgo the Virgin cock with a sweetheart rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly warm, soft, and slippery. My mom 's hips are going back and forward at a restrained pace, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the notion and face of her being in a world of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

Bob Dylan 's turncock feels like it was custom fitted to be inside of me. It 's a sozzled fit, but oh so pleasurable. I put my bridge player on his hairless pectus and get riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a stride that increases my heart rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Bob Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my dresser, her arms are incidentally pushing her white meat together to make mysterious cleavage. I reach up and run my hand between it as her pace increment. A span of minutes later, she shifts her attitude a picayune so her left knee is still on the bed, but her right hand leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her trunk angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her left-hand breast is hanging near my typeface, so I suck it back into my oral cavity as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an dumbfound feeling. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a esurient pace as my dick keeps hitting a rampart inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right hand, digs her nails into my bureau with her left script, 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 gear orgasm tonight. How the nether region is he still a virgin ? His echo throb into my uterine cervix made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll have to call back this posture for next use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts opening and closing her wooden leg, like she 's trying to squeeze the finish pearl of her juice out. She 's got her tit pulled from my sassing and hand on the back of her head now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big tit are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a great persuasion of her because her back is arched, so her chest is pressed forward. That leads my eyes up her neck to her beautiful typeface, 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 hawkshaw and get on my knees. `` Get on all quaternary. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to take me doggystyle ? '' I assume the position for my lover and soon feel him enroll me from behind. Oooh cocksucker, he 's getting even recondite than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her pussy. As I go in and out, I get hornier watching her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. They create a lowly folding at the top where they meet the small of her back, so I grab the bend like a handle and come out driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's dick smell so practiced inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can watch him fuck me from behind in the uncut mirror beside the bed. Watching his face lets me sleep together I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to exact everything from me that he wants. The head of his cock 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 lapin in heating plant. I look in the mirror beside the bed and watch her tits swing around as I control her from behind. That 's a good look. I can also see her watching me in the reflection. We make eye touch and briefly smile at each other. Then she looks over her left shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

That makes me set out pounding her harder with the strait of my renal pelvis smacking into her copious ass cheeks growing louder. I move my hand to take hold of the sides of her hips and deplume her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my cock abstruse interior of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the external heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's turncock 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 sense right. Then, I start to feel the tingle inside myself with a moving ridge of joy hit. My hamstrings tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's rooster. He does n't slow 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 force out hits my dick and makes me require to never end. The sound in the elbow room is now an obvious wet pound. I love it. She convulses a few fourth dimension and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god shucks coming, shit. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's hawkshaw. 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 out his big cock go in and out of me and my mental capacity is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Dylan. Fuck mum 's bitch and cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. '' I grab his arms and throw tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my peg around him to deplume him closer and grab his ass with both hands as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can find myself getting close. I watch Mom 's monolithic knocker roll up and down as I hold her rosehip and heft myself into her. What a ken that is. Her hands are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my tongue into her back talk and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our tongues to fuck the other 's mouth. I feel my dick twitch and testicle tighten, so I pull my grimace back to look at her. She gives me her devilish smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum deep inside her pussy. I ca n't block up fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to dissipate my seed as deep into her womb as I can get it with the solid orgasm I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his warm come shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his face the stallion time and know I 'm giving him something special. I feel special because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly snap up his tomentum which redirects his middle to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my last 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 grant her a soft kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my mother and came in her. I 'm no longer a Virgo. The flavour is a little confusing because everything that transpired over the last 40 arcminute was information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and roll onto my back beside her. There 's an hearable wet plop when I unhook my rooster 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 incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting more of that. I turn my head to my right to look at Bob Dylan as I feel his lovesome jizz running down onto my ass. `` Redeemer, that was amazing. What 'd you think ? ``

( Dylan )

I turn my head to see at Mom. `` I have no Logos. It was unbelievable. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' good. ``

( Dylan )

'' We have 3 more Night without Dad, right ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be honest, I 'm a lilliputian worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your stamen is off the charts. I 'm put-upon to being done after about 15 minutes with your father, so I think I 'm tapping out for the dark. ``

( Dylan )

tinker's damn it. `` Okay. I 'll see you in the sunup ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's face of the bed. The just rule is we sleep defenseless. dole out ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

We get ready for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing quick glances with each former in the mirror as we brush our teeth beside each early. We finish up and rise into bed under the covers. I roll over and give Dylan one more deep kiss. `` secure night, my passion. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Good night, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Bob Dylan 's chest and he rests his left hand on my head, massaging my scalp with his digit. This is pure bliss. I lay my left arm across his waistline and ramble off to catch some Z's with my defenseless son under me .