( Jessica )

As I wake up the next morning with a sore throat courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the shower bath. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Sabbatum after a nerve-racking week at work. Then last nighttime happened and I 'm immediately nervous that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my husband. That makes me finger honk to my stomach with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the privy door with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him funny. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore throat and it 's hard for me to talk. 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 coffee going for us. See you down there whenever. ``

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the room wearing an old T-shirt and pyjama pants. Once he 's out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the night before. Just thinking about it with picture of gobbling up my son 's dick, ballock, and cum flashing through my head instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clitoris. As I showered last Nox, I wondered how I 'd sense after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiousness from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to hold it further when given the chance. It does n't pick out long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and finish my morning routine.

I put on the Lapp liberate t-shirt from live Nox with a pair of lime unripe yoga pant since my shorts got soaked. My new ensemble is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my hair's-breadth into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty kinsperson room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his oeuvre e-mail. I go to his part and as expected, I find him at his desk in front man of his work laptop with morning news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four uninterrupted dark alone with Dylan. That 's the kind of chance 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 take in some eggs and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll make for them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

A few minutes pass by and I 'm adding eggs in the pan when I hear footstep ascending the basement stairs, then the door opens and closes. I keep my back to Bob Dylan and let my yoga pants do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast wearing that shirt again with sloshed yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her babble butt. There 's an obvious crease defining her deep tail crevice. It looks like two balls divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and push into her buns so that I can easily sense her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. first light, baby. '' Dylan pushing against me feels good, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' Morning, Mom. '' I ca n't resist touching her and wrap my arm around her shank with my hands reaching inside her shirt to rub down the undersurface of her bosom. 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 thinking of even touching anywhere near my asshole. I 've asked him a few times 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 hint, though, and stopped asking about 5 years ago. I was tired of the disappointment every time I got rejected and he 's never brought it up on his own. So having attention shown to my ass feels corking and lets me know it still looks good to someone.

( Dylan )

I want to pull Mom 's skin-tight pants off right hand now and swallow my typeface in her fat, but crocked ass. Just seeing it hold out night and this morning was enough to give me an hard-on. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic feelings from endure night. I squeeze a picayune tighter and start increasing my pace in an try to dry hump her bum. She puts her mitt out on the counter to stabilize herself, gives a quick sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels undecomposed. But not now. Your father is in his billet and could walk in here any second. We have to be saucy. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a shucks. I 'm bid deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her impudence fondling my erecting as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and forth against the parry. I 'm invite to lease both of our pants off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin tool creating clash between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without trouser on, then commend our stream situation and regain calm. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my breasts and push his hips away to turn around and see a monumental pants collapsible shelter on his private parts. 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 fine. But we can not do this stuff when your dad is around and he can easily watch us. Ca n't do it. okeh ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okay. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me know he 's going out of town side by side Saturday 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 bang my mom right now and would do anything to win over her to let me. But I ca n't coerce it and ruin what I have. I need to be bright and play along.

( Jessica )

I pull his pecker out so that it 's standing straight up, bend down, suck the fat head and a few more than in into my lip, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 warm clip before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his pants with my hand. `` One workweek, Mister. You can wee it. '' I hope I can shit it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's mouthpiece again sends a waving of expiation over my body. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a 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 erection. '' God damn, that kid 's got a good prick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and get hold of Trevor 's food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the computing machine. I bend down to snog him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son 's break of the day woodwind instrument between mine. That sends a shiver of naughtiness down my prickle as I walk out to enjoy my nutrient alone in the family elbow room, happily thinking about what just happened and how arouse I am for a workweek from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Sabbatum goes by. Sun comes and goes. Mon drags on for timelessness. Tues, just four days away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Th 's done. We get past times Friday as well as another sexless hebdomad with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a good boy all week and respected my wishing. I did view him looking me up and down numerous time as he patiently waited. And I 'll be honest, I dressed down every night in a way to catch his eye just to keep him wanting more. There was only one person in my life I was trying to impress all workweek 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 Christmas morning. I do n't really love what to do with myself, so I complete task around the firm until I hear shuffling coming up the cellar stairs at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squinted eyes. `` Good morning time, sweetie. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Stuff around the house. ``

( Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Bob 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 ask her how I want ? Let her lead ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

'' I was thinking. Why do n't you assume me out somewhere nice 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 find like a mom taking her short 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 intellectual nourishment, then you drive us plate since I 'll probably have a few drinks ? You have your driver 's permit, 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 best about that arranging. `` okay, that sounds expert. What time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' I looked online and the eatery has an availability at 6:00, so let 's pull up stakes at 5:15. And DRESS UP. We 're going somewhere nice, so you ca n't go in wearing sweats and a baseball game cap. '' I 'm making sure this will be a memorable Night for him. Also, selfishly, I want to see him putting drive into looking attractive for me.

We wrap up our quick conversation and go our separate slipway. I do n't see him the repose of the day as we stay fussy doing our own affair. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar quickly peck on the cheek as he leaves with his baggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual needs. I head to the master can to shower and start primping. I feel turmoil and felicity as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to come later.

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

( Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

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

( Jessica )

The mirror 's observation gives me a wax thought of myself in a fruitless wine red MIDI cocktail dress that cuts off at the knees. It has a abstruse v-neck with vaporous network detailing on the bust and lace clipping on the bodice. The bust has built-in padding to really make my cleavage pop and the back zips up. There 's a face split on the left leg of the skirt with crenate lacing edging. I 'm not wearing underclothing because the dress is fairly tight in the pelvic arch, so I want to keep it perfectly shaped.

The high school cad are matching in color and help to name my ass look stronger. My haircloth is down and I made sure it has plenty of mass. The physical composition took about 30 hour to apply, but looks on point. The smokey eyeshadow, blue pink lipstick, and culture medium duration press-on gel fingernails with Theodore Harold White gratuity complete the looking. I 'm feeling very surefooted in myself as I grab my bleak leather wrist band and principal downstairs to suffer my son.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the stairs, I see she 's wearing high heels and a dress. Then she comes into broad view and I can barely turn back myself. She looks elegant, aphrodisiacal, and drop dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her look like this before and stand speechless shaking my head in mental rejection. Her breasts look immaculate in that clothes. Surprisingly, my favorite component part about the look might be her whisker. It looks so full phase of the moon and sexy, like it was professionally styled. Holy hoot, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his nous looking me up and down, I ca n't facilitate but to smile. He 's cop. `` What do you think ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... unbelievable. So honest. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his middle survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde fuzz is neatly styled and he 's wearing a illuminate dreary attire shirt with the top button unbuttoned, pitch-black dress pants and shoes, and a pitch-black 5-button vest with the bottom button undone. I can also see a black belt with a silver medal buckle peeking out from under the vest. Aside from gift from family, I 've bought all of his wearing apparel for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't have an panoptic closet. I know this is about the nicest kit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly prize his clothing pick for our engagement. And he looks damn proficient in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the undershirt frames him, but he looks more athletic than usual. I 'd make love to get him defenseless 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 ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm certain to walk in front of him on our way to the garage so he can watch me from behind and I immediately feel his oculus on me. I also feel something else at the same sentence that I have n't felt in years ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Dylan )

As Mom pass in movement of me down the hall to our garage, I have a complete horizon of her ass as each cheek shifts with every whole step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a not bad job with it. I can also smell out her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a woman who knows to handle and represent herself confidently unlike girls in schooltime who are unsure of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my eyes in her direction. Her trust is a huge turn on. We reach the car and pull out of the garage in silence. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a major city and the eating place is downtown, so there 's traffic to battle at 5:30 on a Sabbatum night in the summer. After a 40-minute driving with some low talk included, we reach our finish. This is a 4-star French eating house with a frock code that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Bob Dylan 's bequeath side and fleece my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the lobby, we 're greeted by the hosts and shown our table.

I can feel most people looking up at us from their collection plate as we walk behind the host through the office. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a duo. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am for sure many of the fair sex are jealous of my appointment. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't sleep with that and I do n't plan on letting them come in to that stopping point. We get seated at a tabular array in the back corner away from most of the early patrons 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 server, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your first time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' First time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

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

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our foremost date. '' Just then, I catch a glance of jealousy from Caitlin and love it. That 's right, this hot Lester Willis Young guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our swallow club. Dylan goes with body of water while I order a very expensive looking glass of red wine.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also true. There 's nobody else around tonight, so we 're free to be ourselves and not just mom and son. commemorate the rules. We are two adults tonight on a date enjoying the other 's society, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a slam of exhilaration run through my veins.

drink came, we ordered food, more drinks came, we ate, and a final round of drinks came. My son, having only had water all night, is completely somber. I, on the former script, am definitely tipsy and feeling uninhibited. As we make pocket-sized talk of the town, I stretch my shoe out under the table and rule 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. darn being only 5'5 '' with myopic pegleg. With that realisation, I finish my third glass of wine and put my course credit card in the check folder. Caitlin comes by to snap up it and I reach my hired hand across the table to hold Bob 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 desire to go back plate ? '' Can I be assertive now and say her everything I want to do to her ? This state of affairs is still awkward and Weird, but my internal secretion do n't give a shit.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

She 's going to draw me say it, huh ? I had my cock down her throat a week ago and have been fantasizing all week about being inside of her. But now that the night is here, I 'm having a difficult sentence expressing myself and taking control. `` Not certain. Maybe watch a movie or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the night is still Thomas Young. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I hand him the Florida key and stand up to leave. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his leftfield arm and rest my point on his berm on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the strong-arm connector with Dylan feels peculiar. Like he 's my man. Every second we 're touching each other, I cherish.

( Bob Dylan )

As we approach the going, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my left hand to guide her lower spine. But I feel my hand rest atop the shelf that is her butt cheek and decide to let it deteriorate so that the impudence is in my palm. I rub it around and experience no underwear lines. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a straightaway power play and marvel at its combination of firmness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a slight yip and smile wide-cut as my son grabs my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any picture show in our house tonight.

We get in the car and Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the rider seat so that the snag on the dame helping of my garb clearly exposes most of my pass on leg to him. After about 10 minutes of drive, I 've seen him look over from the turning point 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 kernel console and pull his right-hand hand onto my queer second joint and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg feels so smooth and hairless. This is the first metre I 've touched her skin below her belly release and it 's making my putz grow. As I slide it up, I can feel a significant sum of heat hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touching. I look over and she 's got her head tilted back with her oculus closed.

( Jessica )

His fingers are only about 6 inches from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a little bit. This drive base could never be shortly enough. He starts squeezing my privileged thigh and rubbing up and down as my pussy is crying to be penetrated. I do n't believe he can reach far enough to get inside. imprecate IT !

( Dylan )

I ca n't reach far enough to get my finger into her. DAMN IT ! After about 5 minutes of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my hand back to finish the drive plate. But then she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 bit to get family. I 'm pulling him out of those gasp right now.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis look at rest home in my mouth. I 'd love to go risky on it, but ca n't leave a mess or discoloration in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inches and buck the bottom 4 remaining inches with my good hand.

( Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my right hand on the rear of her header and try to screw her rima oris while maintaining control of the car. This is hard to balance. I decide to shorten my pelvic movement and let her ascendence nearly of it. She starts twisting her head onto it while never coming up for a breathing spell. 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 got caught a glimpse of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Some of my spittle has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't matter as long as the seat and car 's national hitch clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can feel his dick produce a piffling more and his orb tighten.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my mouth with multiple atomiser that I quickly suck down to prevent a mess. Unlike net week when load after lode was deposited down my throat, these serving of my boy 's semen are hitting my spit and getting tasted. And it tastes so skilful. A picayune bitter, but still with some bouquet mixed in. And it 's thick to the point that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This scene is so hot. Spray, gulp, spray, gulp, nebuliser, gulp.

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' go away it hanging out of your bloomers as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road caput, I 'm more ferment on than ever and determined to screw my son 's brains out tonight.

( Bob Dylan )

The house 's front sparkle automatically come on as the garage threshold raises. I just hope no neighbour were looking out their windows because there 's no denying what they would have seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage doorway 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. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind back into the firm with my erection still partially entire as I watch her ass bounce through her dress with each step again. God tinker's dam, I want that ass. As apprize, I drop my pants on the flooring along with my socks and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the sting of my son 's hand smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my horniness, that 's for sure.

( Bob Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's elbow 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 slope of the bed and kicks her eminent heels off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I enter the room and approach her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her drumhead forward so her hair falls safely away from the zipper. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her butt. Then I back up a couple of pes as she lowers the frock and drops it to the floor future to her skid. What 's standing in front of me is a oeuvre of art and the most beautiful woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in front of my son without a tending in the human beings. The feeling is completely set free and somehow cancel. 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 breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked good concluding calendar week, but they 're perfect this week now that I can see her fully nude sculpture. And her ass ! Holy shit. It 's also perfect. Plump, round of drinks, and business firm with a piffling mole on the left boldness. Her snatch is shaved with just a picayune bit of brown hair around the surface area. I can see the c-section scar 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 of her does n't make any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my arms around her venter with my partial erection hanging down and pressing against her ass crack. I reach up and set forth massaging her boob. She lays her head back with conclude eye, so I bend my capitulum down and protrude kissing the depart side of her cervix with her long glowering pilus falling against my chest. I might still be a virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my month of dating this past times yr. Then she reaches her left hand behind my neck and starts jerking me off with her right on hand, digit on the underside.

( Jessica )

tactile sensation my son 's clapper run up and down my neck feels calming and extremely sexy. And the impression of his dangling stopcock pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can secernate it 's not erect, so I grab it and start pumping. His hands are massaging my white meat and we do n't say a Word. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and stay within his compass, but now his manpower drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his eyes thirsty with lust and military press my brim against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his rima oris and I feel his spit on mine. Oh yes.

( Bob Dylan )

I can taste the wine from Mom 's mouth as our mouths attack each other. I feel her slipping her knife trench into my mouth, so I return the favor. The phone of our breathing and spit swapping are the only noises in the way. Then she sucks on my tongue and pulls her boldness away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and Forth River between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` Hang on a sec. '' I reach for my speech sound to find out a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and connect my telephone to the bluetooth verbaliser in the room as the music starts playing. I toss the sound to the face and autumn onto the bed lying on my binding. Dylan follows.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and set about licking lap around her right hand nipple. It 's getting harder by the second, so I latch onto it and suck it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. suck on mummy 's boob like a well boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 years ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my tit again. I can tell he 's trying to get as much as he can into his mouth and lightly nibbling on my tit. Then he pulls back and I pull his caput down onto my left chest. He devours it.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

eyesight my 38DD get pulled into Dylan 's mouth and feeling him absorb my nipple while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me crazy. Then he pulls up to look at me and I take the opportunity to push his articulatio humeri so he starts sliding down my au naturel torso. He seems to realize my expectation as he begins kissing my stomach and running his tongue down me. I prop a pillow under my straits so I can watch his nerve disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my spit down Mom 's soft 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 moment of truth is here and I have to work out out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the articulatio coxae and draw in her toward the edge of the bed and get on my knee. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the facial expression, inches away. I can already feel its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the border of the bed, I see Dylan 's brass disappear with just the top of his head seeable. I feel his breath inching nigher to my skin. Come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my legs as wide as I can and see his workforce come up to pillow on my thick inner thigh. Then, he dives in.

( Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her peg blanket and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the inner walls of her labia, then I find her button and go flicking it up with my tongue. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to inter my side and push my natural language 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 button were a great start, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can pick up my juice squishing against his human face. This is ecstasy. I grab his hair, hold his head in post, and get humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't give care less about his words right now. `` That 's it, let your mother hump your face. ``

( Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her pelvis onto my expression, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to cry for her to hump my oral cavity, but my words are muted by her twat. I can smell and taste her now and she 's sugariness in both regards. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my lingua as much as I can and let her pound sterling herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' ass yes. Good boy, Dylan. Eat mama 's cunt, my naughty son. '' I begin to throw away my grab up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his face. I 'm not just fucking his glossa anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the point that his chin up gets pulled into my clitoris and his glossa runs down the entirety of my perineum, millimeters away from my virgin arse. With another position in mind, I let go of his hair and stand up. `` Get on the bed, on your back. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening face and lies on the bed.

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

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my boldness, her aspect is one of pure lust. Getting off is the only thing on her mind right now and I could n't be glad to make believe it happen. Her enceinte boob are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunities are rarefied as she grinds at the speed of lightning. She begins pulling my hairsbreadth harder and bouncing up and down on my tongue as she stares into my eyes biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my branch start to throw off. `` Oh God, child. I 'm about to cum. Keep beating, do n't terminate. ``

( Bob Dylan )

My tongue is completely numb now. I think I have it extended out, but am not positive. Being used by Mom like this is such a tour on and a real dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, baby ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her promontory back and an burst of lovesome wetness splashes into my mouth and onto my aspect. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after wave of intense pleasance runs through me and my legs tighten against Bob Dylan 's oral sex as I squirt three times, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his oral cavity. `` Yeah, unsay all of it. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His case is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the consortium. I bend down to kiss him again and clean myself off of his lips a bit. I slip my knife back into his mouth and dance with his tongue. He tastes so sweet. I pull back up and a drawing string of my juice and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my dresser. `` Let 's get your shirt and undershirt off. ``

I unbutton his vest, then shirt, and pull both off over his foreland and lifted arms. As I sit on his shank, I look down at him topless for the starting time time and he 's in a good deal dear figure than I previously thought. He has some mesomorphic definition in his pectus, berm, and arms. I can also see a yoke of veins running down his arm. He does n't have a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his cock thicket against my bum nerve. `` What 's that ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

The double of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her huge tits are hanging down, but still firm. Her stomach has a slight puffiness 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 compensate on top of my phallus with it splitting her labia plication. The warmth and wetness feel like goose egg 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, pulls my dick straight up, then lowers herself back onto me so I 'm all the way inside of her pussy.

( Jessica )

Oh God. The feel of fullness is amazing. The difference in girth between him and his Fatherhood makes a world of dispute. I stay still for a few seconds, then stoop down to lap his mouth and tip of his tongue, sit back up, push my hairsbreadth back, and bulge out riding my son 's massive virgin cock with a stabilize rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly lovesome, soft, and slippery. My mom 's pelvis are going back and forward at a restrained pace, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the spirit and smell of her being in a world 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 fuddled fit, but oh so pleasurable. I put my helping hand on his hairless bureau and initiate riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a step that increases my marrow rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Bob Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my chest of drawers, her arms are incidentally pushing her breasts together to create abstruse cleavage. I reach up and run my hand between it as her pace increases. A brace of minutes later, she shifts her office a little so her leave alone knee is still on the bed, but her right leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her torso angled to my rightfield. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her result tit is hanging near my face, so I suck it back into my mouth as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an astound spirit. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a esurient pace as my peter donjon hitting a wall inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right script, digs her nails into my chest with her left hand, 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 base coming tonight. How the netherworld is he still a virgin ? His restate pounding into my cervix uteri made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll let to think back this side for future use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts scuttle and shutting her pegleg, like she 's trying to squeeze the last drop cloth of her juices out. She 's got her tit pulled from my oral fissure and hands on the back of her headland now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big titty are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a great view of her because her back is arched, so her chest of drawers is pressed forward. That leads my eye up her neck to her beautiful look, then to her now messy hair. She looks like the epitome of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my prick and get on my knees. `` Get on all fours. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to remove me doggystyle ? '' I assume the stance for my lover and soon finger him go into 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 kitty-cat. As I go in and out, I get hornier watching her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. They create a humble flock at the top where they meet the small of her back, so I grab the fold like a grip and start driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's putz feels so good inside of me. I 'm at a view 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 consume everything from me that he wants. The head of his hammer 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 early like rabbits in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and watch her nipple swing around as I control her from bottom. That 's a good look. I can also see her watching me in the reflection. We make eye contact 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 start pounding her harder with the sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass impertinence growing louder. I move my hands to grab the sides of her pelvic girdle and pull her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my stopcock deeply inside of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the extraneous heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's hammer hits my g-spot. It 's almost too often 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 a good deal as I do makes it sense right. Then, I start to sense the tingle inside myself with a moving ridge of pleasure hit. My hamstring tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's cock. He does n't slow down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splashing onto me, squirting again like when she was on my typeface. The force hits my dick and makes me want to never check. The phone in the room is now an obvious wet pounding. I love it. She convulses a few multiplication and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god damn sexual climax, shit. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's dick. And he knows how to use it. Then Bob Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big rooster go in and out of me and my mind is firing on all sexual cylinder. `` Yes, Bob Dylan. fucking ma 's slit and cum in me. I want it. establish it to me. '' I grab his arms and hold tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my branch around him to pull him nearer and grab his ass with both hired man as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can feel myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive knocker roll up and down as I hold her articulatio coxae and heave myself into her. What a sight that is. Her men are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my spit into her mouthpiece and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our tongues to fuck the former 's oral fissure. I feel my dick twitch and musket ball tighten, so I pull my face back to take care at her. She gives me her devilish smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum deep inside her cunt. I ca n't stop fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my seed as deep into her womb as I can get it with the secure orgasm I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his strong semen shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his face the entire time and know I 'm giving him something special. I feel limited because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly catch his hair which redirects his center to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my last atomiser of cum into Mom 's vagina and pushing it in as far as I can. Mom 's biting her lip and I lean down to yield her a soft kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my mother and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The flavor is a little confusing because everything that transpired over the lowest 40 transactions was information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and curl onto my rear beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my stopcock from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no ruefulness. It was an unbelievable experience. And on top of that, he 's incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting to a greater extent of that. I turn my headway to my right wing to look at Dylan as I feel his warm jizz running down onto my ass. `` the Nazarene, that was amazing. What 'd you think ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

I turn my caput to front at Mom. `` I have no word of honor. It was unlikely. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want more than 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. ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Monday through Midweek off body of work for us. So we 've got the days, too. And during this clock time, I 'm all yours. ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be true, I 'm a little worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your staying power is off the charts. I 'm used to being done after about 15 minutes with your Padre, so I think I 'm tapping out for the nighttime. ``

( Dylan )

Damn it. `` Okay. I 'll see you in the aurora ? ``

( 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 quietus bare. Deal ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Deal ! '' I feel somewhat shamed for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's zilch compared to what we 've already done. So screw it.

( Jessica )

We get ready for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing quick coup d'oeil with each former in the mirror as we brush our teeth beside each other. We finish up and climb into bed under the covers. I roll over and give Dylan one more late kiss. `` Good night, my sexual love. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Good night, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Dylan 's chest and he rests his leave behind hand on my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers. This is pure cloud nine. I lay my go away arm across his waist and drift off to sleep with my naked son under me .