It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holiday. I had to admit that my little boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible unseasoned man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking attention of his consistency with good intellectual nourishment and exercise. Anything a good mom would make out to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more proud of him. The funny 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 long time ago, working my job at the department computer storage full meter, getting along with the neighbour and the rest of the family unit. There were a few dramatic event here and there, but there was not very much to lecture or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quietly delightful.

"Alan, honey ! It's sentence for dinner !"

"Sure thing, mom ! Just give me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to repay him for his hard oeuvre. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was well-chosen. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my head that would distract me from having a adorable nighttime with my son. No less that a few proceedings later, he appeared, dressed in a tweed tight try-on single and shorts, smiling his million dollar mark smile. A strapping young man with pectoral muscle of steel and panoptic shoulder joint. Six groundwork tall. short circuit, neatly kept brown haircloth. Dashing brown oculus. So very handsome. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my teat a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely raw, my total soundbox exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some clothes while I was around the sign of the zodiac like a proper grown womanhood, but after that strange affair that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not need to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even listen if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done More. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of heartiness from my youth. My skin was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too a lot fat on my body because of my exercise regime. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped titty. I was a blonde, downcast eyed and I kept my metier length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

We had dinner like a normal family unit would feature. We chatted about each other's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend function, 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 have any dessert ?"

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

We had ice ointment in the animation room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the duck soup. I was half laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my giant tits resting on the arm ease. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the tabular array next to him and smacks his lips.

"dwelling 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 chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to stir up up, and juices started to ooze out of my exposed slit, staining the couch. I watched his workforce reach for his shorts to displume them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my sassing from automatically parting. Something inside my caput switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my backtalk. My son had the most beautiful dick. 10 inch of rock 'n' roll hard centre, shaped and as secure as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to be inviting my expression towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his pegleg clear for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar sign grinning while my flop script wrapped around the bottom of his jibe to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the nous. I gave it a foresighted poke with my tongue, tasting the scented precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other penchant on worldly concern. I had tasted many prick in my young person, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the right grain 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 mouthpiece, 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 times, my throat had taken the contour of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the nous. My excitement amplified as I tasted Sir Thomas More of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's prick feverishly with wildness. It was the naughtiest and most taboo thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't upkeep. I did not even feel bad, opprobrious or shamefaced. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my free paw was stroking my enflamed button, my juice flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lip intensely,"Yeah, baby. Give mommy your hot pleasant-tasting sperm !"

My chief slammed down into his genitals as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and corneous little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him throb uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, straits rolled back and gradually arcing. My finger on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the high temperature Menachem Begin to boil over. He reached his blossom quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my rima oris. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy chain, 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 coming, continuing to lock my lips and jerking his cock with them. 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 head word, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the foreland, and proceeded to slosh the accumulation of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a Dean Swift gulp down, I swallowed his entire warhead, gasping happily after.

I looked up at my son to see him grinning and panting. I gave him a naughty smile,"Your female parent's such a whore for your cum desserts, hey ?"

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

I spend the side by side few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent beak, my forefinger digit giving my kitty a wearisome malarkey down massage. Afterwards, he helped me houseclean up the slew we made before going about our former evening bit as pattern. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's hammer, I could not kibosh 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 broken set of common 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 grin, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .