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Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey Captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey Panama hat ! '' my dad said.

'' How are they hanging ? '' I queried.

'' One in front of the other, for speed ! '' He 's a belligerent pilot, that 's the standard reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high stop number, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good.

'' You 're going base for mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home, uh, Fri afternoon. After family gets out. please recount me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the notion that since his married woman was n't his female parent, he did n't demand to get her anything for Mother 's day. That is the wrong printing, believe me ! He 'd been over-doing it every class since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send off something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italian Republic. Dad was a master, bucking for full admiral, so he was very busy. The home is in Alexandria, Old Dominion, so he can be near his job at the pentagon. I 'm down the route a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnect War. He was a amobarbital sodium backer for 3 yr, including serving as flight of stairs Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under ardor, corking under insistency, and a piece of tail funny guy and a smashing dad.

The only when trouble is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty goon client as nipper growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an smoothing iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My sometime pal never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the edge. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail eruption from my History professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my diddlyshit and washing and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up terminal week so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all have it away day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within mo. Hey babe, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't love me bombast claptrap fustian, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a couple years, and with Dad being gone so lots, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She 'll be happy to see me home other, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour private road went by fairly quick, and I pulled into our short mansion. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by sure Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really Charles Frederick Worth. Just a fringe benefit that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the high temperature. It 's Wyrd, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the cool house. I heard some funny disturbance upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some masses up there ?

I walked up the stair to investigate. I did n't visit out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The noise was multitude, cleaning lady 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the Charles Francis Hall, stepped into my parent 's chamber, and got the seismic disturbance of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her foreland propped up on some pillows. Her large bosom cradled between her weapon. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purpleness vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and ramification touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my foreland to the flat blind on the wall, the informant of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those lesbian squirt orgy. Actually, I had seen this one. It had flush Tucci, a dim chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porn is where one young woman gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty a lot like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes longer to describe than it actually took station, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their read/write head towards me, screamed, and tried to come up the top. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of peculiar, or even anathemise funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our country and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I 'm not answering that.

I begin to head up to the freeway to link up the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't know what else to do. The speech sound rang again, I looked at it on the passenger buttocks when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major nookie pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets Weird, and the social movement roulette wheel go all wobbly and take a crap. I managed to pull over to the side of meat of the route. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 bit and towed me to the nearest auto haunt dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a flying look.

'' Tie Rod, '' he said. `` Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day. ``

Great. None of my buddy are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so meritless Travis I can explicate -- ''

'' Mom ! '' I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

'' MOM ! '' I hollered into the phone.

'' ... What ! ``

'' Can you hail get me ? the car broke down. '' I gave her the address.

'' Sure, um, I 'm leaving right now. ``

'' Make sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to founder her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad ? variety of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this house ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for old age. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet drive back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my common people had squadron company, all the next-to-last police officer would just form of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the trash, I 'll get to a greater extent ice ... all that kind of material. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my clitoris and just how to playact me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner party. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you be intimate how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

'' Um ... at some feast or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air Force groundwork in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion shit with the boy in blue. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds silent, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 mo. And indisputable, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you youngster say, we hooked up. For two workweek straight. ``

I kind of blushed and turned my forefront. I do n't want to hear about this !

'' You probably do n't need to hear this, but I need to excuse some things to you. affair that parents do n't normally percentage with their youngster but, in light of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to lie with. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous chicken recipe. My front-runner. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to CA. On a whimsey he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later. ``

'' Now, in the Navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, political relation play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your begetter 's career ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the plot. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding police officer, or give birth your married woman do it. ``

I was incredulous. `` You mean, you slept with his -- ''

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a fiddling flirting goes a yearn way. But it never went beyond that. I was always rightful to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The Lapplander, however, can not be said for him. ``

I sat very still. No. Say it ai n't so. My dad would never do that.

'' The blue air Angel, that was the low gear I heard of it. Just minuscule rustle at first, perhaps some benevolent looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. go forward to be the 'good Navy wife'and call down you two son and make a life story for us, or bail out and conflict on my own. ``

She paused for a spell so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big 1. '' I remember some of those. Not respectable prison term. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it domicile. I turned the early impertinence, looked the early way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good aliveness for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even scrub his ass in public, let alone shoot around. ``

'' I ... I did n't know, Mom. ``

'' Of course you did n't ! It 's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it 's all gone now.

'' I love your founding father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade in it for the humans. '' She was unplayful, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some answers on her activities of today.

'' Yes. However. Well it ai n't always a bed of blush wine, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 calendar month, 8 months, one sentence he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her crotch on her plate.

'' Well ... diddlysquat ... I have needs, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed reliable. All this clock time ... '' I did n't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

'' I kept intellection, he would just belong to me at some full stop. But, he 's up for admiral, and the stress of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the most component ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. guess down bad hombre, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Jesus, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written varsity letter. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another United States Navy married woman. She 's younger than me by a few geezerhood, but in the Lapplander boat. We got drunk once and spilled our backbone, our deep, thick guts ! And after respective months of talking, we decided to feature a little marijuana cigarette academic session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the initiatory time ? ``

'' We always tell the trueness in this star sign ! '' she said.

We looked at each other for a moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

'' Ok Mom. Well here 's a accuracy from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to digest. But I 'm pitiful I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each early, we had a very prissy hug. She cried a piffling bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to face me and gave a prompt candy kiss on the lips.

'' I love you too, Mom. '' And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the even as I was very wear down. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some lookup for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a Wyrd topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus Rex shit they talked about in my Psychology classes ? I searched instead for that gay woman SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's variety of weird. It 's more than that, this is just kind of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these chick are having such a bed blast ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fanatic and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 metre in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't aid but visualise Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would wish to eat that doll 's pussy and whoa ... shag ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Ernst Mach 1 ! I had to keep it 's head word down or that doodly-squat would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty right that night. I 'd wish to enjoin you about some crazy sex dreams, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the skipper 's away, the sailors will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a prissy breakfast of orchis and bacon and hash Brown University. She asked for my helper in the garden ; it was fourth dimension to industrial plant some flowers. In the old prime bed off to the side of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my load underdrawers and a jersey. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and baseball mitt and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red curtly shorts. And I mean little. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her branch separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... individual arena. She also had on one of daddy old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midsection for quite a while.

Wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to designate her a routine ? This is n't right wing !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn fury. I need to mean properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well parcel it : 9.5.

Now, you may say that 's a damn in high spirits identification number for a mid-forties woman. Well, screw you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five substructure nine. And she had curve ball, and they were tight. And her frame, while not bantam like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her titty were ... big. I do n't fucking acknowledge how big. Is the cup size that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. twice that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best section was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or stunt woman going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one younger looking. But the trump parts were her eyes and her smiling. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shucks, her eye lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that intend something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that great smile, too.

'' Easy tiger, you do n't consume to do it all in one minute, you know ! ``

We got the flats out and the surface soil and worked the undercoat together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to works flowers to make it look gracious. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant and pee thing spring up. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a funny subject field out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` speech production of masturbation ... '' she let that hang there.

I raised my mind up from the spadeful and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her legs tucked under her. Her tit jiggled as she tried to ruin open a plant flat.

'' I did n't know we were speaking of onanism ? '' I said. Or asked. Kind of both.

'' I just wanted to let you bed that you were the succeeder. '' She said.

'' I 'm the winner ? Of onanism ? ``

'' Oh yeah, you beat your blood brother by a international nautical mile. ``

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you sleep together ? ``

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, ill-humoured old T-shirts, kleenex in the sleeping accommodation drivel can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' well, Sam always was a bit of a snatch ! '' Not really dependable. Sam was a hard guy and played college football game. But still, he was n't practically with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to deform into a sex monstrosity or something. ``

'' Well, how do you conceive I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex driveway. I felt like a lunatic compared to him. I mean, sunup, twelve noon, afternoon, night time ... delay ... why am I telling you all this ? Goddammit ! '' somehow she tricked me into talking about my whack off activities.

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well facial expression at my factor pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have much choice of not being a sex daemon. I mean, mug got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' Well, Trav. Let 's not make each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too messy. ``

wellspring she was correctly about that, my shit gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can subscribe to it if you can. But call back, 'We always tell the truth in this house'! So no paltering. ``

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the suggestion. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalization, in display case person loses control ... ''

'' Hmmm. Penalty. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a great and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have the other person watch them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just indicate ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of crazy roll in the hay puppy and I do n't do it if there 's a heaven but I 'm middling sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the other derelict and deviants and Orcinus orca and --

'' sight ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this nookie hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my jersey over my head to try and catch some breeze. I got back to piece of work, I was trying to chop the source away from some other fucking tree that was invading the blossom bed.

'' Foul ! '' Mom called. `` Um ... Un-necessary Buffness ! ``

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no rules ! It 's jut win or misplace, momma ! '' I had bulked up over the geezerhood, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to turn my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots.

'' Foul ! '' Mom said again. `` You ca n't point your foul ass at me ! ``

'' It does NOT smell ! Okay ... it probably does ... but that 's not a foul because you made me come out here ! ``

Mom was muttering under her breathing space just barely loud enough for me to find out her. She was teasing some more. `` God shucks kids ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the biz ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up uncoiled and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her dresser swelled to enormous proportionality as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

'' You were rightfulness, '' she said. `` It 's damn hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking feel as she went about her business enterprise like I was n't there. She undid the top clitoris on her old tatty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Good Shepherd ! How many clit are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt rear tied right at her belly button.
I could now see uncover boob flesh.

segmentation. Lovely, iniquity, and mysterious. But I have promises to keep. And many Clarence Day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my employment, trying to cover my rising flub. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder joint. Mom was on all four-spot, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a genus Petunia and place it in the primer coat. Her breasts swayed back and forth, and they shook and trembled as she moved about the garden.

'' Alright ! '' I yelled. `` Foul ! ``

Mom smiled at me sweetly, her breasts hanging down such that I could see about 47 % of her full tits. Not the nipples, of course of instruction, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, remember ? ``

'' There should be. Illegal Motion in the ... front line ... ''

'' You mean this ? '' Mom shook her breasts.

'' Yeah, that. barricade it or I 'll go on strike and form a union and picket your house. 'Unfair to prole'. ``

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very overnice. We did n't, though. Dirty, sweaty, smelly, and there was potting grime all over the walkway.

'' You put away the shaft ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hosepipe. ``

I put away a few matter in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the grunge. I took in the residuum of the tools.

'' Hey, '' I said when I came back. `` I 'm going in for a shower. ``

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had shoes on, but they were foul and crap had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my invertebrate foot off.

'' OK, stand back. The water shoots out pretty unvoiced. '' Always thinking of how to be commodity to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nose and sprayed my feet and got the dirt off. Got the shite off my shins and calves, too. just not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and shot me in the crotch ! And the chest and look ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water supply felt COLD !

'' No ! '' I cried. `` You did not just do that ! '' I stood there and took it. I even turned around so she could wash my back.

'' Are you done ? '' I asked when she stopped.

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one more clip. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... waiting ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my arms. She 's not idle as a feather, but it was n't a problem for an epinephrine and hormonally charged offspring man.

'' bar it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the kitty ! ``

I unceremoniously threw Mom into the deep end of the pool.

As she came up for air, I did a cannonball right side by side to her.

Jesus ! I thought the hose water was cold ! We do n't wrench on the puddle heater until remembrance Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing cargo shorts. The kind with like 17 pockets and SOB. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely run, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and caught Mom, gave her a Yank on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the footprint and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating picayune son of a bitch ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an incense firearm of shit ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't slip one's mind. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my rooster. Rise, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the cold water supply, I could n't control myself. Her pap had hardened to near rhomb effectiveness, and they made certainly everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her consistence, leaving zilch to the imagination. Oh flavor, there 's even a little breakwater on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gather up her haircloth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her tremendous knocker even more. I was now at wax attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right ? Is it ? Fuck !

Mom kept up her curious philippic. `` little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can consider on that ! Wait until I tell your father -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to await down and saw my raging hard-on.

'' Tell dad ... what ? Tell him what, Mom ? I 'm thinking maybe we do n't assure him this ... ''

Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her subdivision, trying to wrap up them up. That was funny remark, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to walk off.

I patted her butt end as she walked past.

'' Hey ! '' she cried, still walking away. `` None of that, now ! And no masturbating, either ! ``

'' No fibbing ! '' I called to her. She flipped me off.

wellspring, I thought. That was sort of a fun afternoon.

(. Y. )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't desire to lose ! Ok, verity be told, I 'm sure enough that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... shit ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't suppose of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely mighty now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

'' Honey ? '' Mom called from the hall. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to make clean up and do some shopping for some bull. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end chophouse. The sort where a murphy is dozen dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds just ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. roll in the hay ! I did n't know it was this severe not to tint myself !

In my room, I heard the exhibitor go on. Mom 's naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire ? This will recite. If I go in there, we 'll notice out.

I walked down the Charles Francis Hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to distort the knob.

Locked.

Fucking beef ! I thought to myself. She knew ... she knew I would try. Which means ... what ? No ? Never ? Not now ? Go jerk off ? Oh Mom ... you 're a sneak one.

well, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You ca n't play Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to leave around 6:30. dinner party arriere pensee are at 7. Dress kind of dainty. love, Mom.

Mom does n't have sex that you do n't have spell out every word in a text. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hr or so later. Poked her headland into the sketch, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her elbow room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice nigrify gasp and a black silk shirt, it 's got some Theodore Harold White footling paisley natural action going on over one berm. Mom bought it for me at Christmastide and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my hair up ... roar. Looking pretty acute ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

At 6:30 I hollered up, `` I 'm ready ! ``

At 6:40 I hollered up, `` We 're going to be late ! ``

At 6:43 I hollered up, `` We could probably get a behind at McDonald 's or maybe burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the alkali of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a black dress and mellow heels. But that 's like saying the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel pillar is a metal structure.

This clothes, wow ! Satiny fabric, abstruse and dark black-market. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't tangible slutty, but it was tight up top. Very tight. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small-scale glove around her voluptuous body. You could see some move in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some living for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The apparel had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a lilliputian drawstring of false adamant going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's back. The very small of it. the smallest part. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a little turn for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew column inch as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark hair done differently, some big gyre and moving ridge and flips instead of her common savourless. nighttime red lipstick and gorgeous eye makeup completed her face. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... mythological ... holy shit ... you do n't look like anybody 's female parent ! ``

She flashed me a demure smile, seductively put a fingertip in her mouth, turned halfway and kicked up a heel.

'' Like the shoes ? ``
total darkness patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern res publica. The bounder were thoroughgoing ; gamy, but not so high as to ca-ca one flavour stupid when they walk.

'' holy shit, Mom ! Where 's dad 's gun ? I think we 'll need one tonight ! ``

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm serious ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag headstone ! ``

Dad 's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some yr back and he probably put 200 international mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollar sign a class on it just trying to observe it running, too. Brits, just people but do n't understand much about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitty. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her slope. Taking her hand, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a fast and dangerous ride !

I popped the clutch and shoot down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a duo power lantern slide but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The man took the car and backed it in, right by the front door. That 's respect !

The waiting area was crowded, I was trying to check in with the Maitre'D. Mom was behind some grandiloquent asshole.

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very busy tonight and we ca n't contain mesa all Nox ... ''

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into view and held my arm, and smiled her award winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an prize in 8th grade for best smile. We only tell the Truth ... ok I 'll shut up.

'' ... but ... you are in luck as a table by the windowpane just opened up. This way, please ? ``

Mom made sure to brush her breast against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a dish as this ! You need your money Lester Willis Young man !

The waiter came up right away.

'' practiced eve folks ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all pleased with himself.

I spoke very slowly, and very quietly, but with passion.

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, insulting tomfool ! ``

Mom did a grimace palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a lot of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne-Ardenne bucket with Fritz'compliments, a crown'that was obviously on it 's way to another mesa, and various breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her damn oral cavity shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't make to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

'' Who knew you were such a trivial shit ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

'' Hey, I learned from the best. ``

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a petty bit closer, do n't you think ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my deal on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hairsbreadth as we sipped bubbly. Good man, that Fritz.

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a duad. '' And she patted my human knee under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the table but I was capable to shut out my stupid mouth up just in time.

The dinner was tremendous. The filet were attender and succulent, the potatoes fab, and the company was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. Shoulders, or feet, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost raw. I regaled her with chronicle of bad girl supporter and bad sex meter ; now that we were on a different floor, we could talk about a lot Sir Thomas More stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The deterrent arrived, in the amount of xl seven dollars. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

'' Hey Fritz ? '' I asked as we were leaving. `` Can you recommend any dance situation around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastical Voodoo couch ! You can go forth your car here and call us to come get you ! I will call my Quaker at the threshold, you wo n't wait in line. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to bequeath. She gave him a big hug. A total body hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full flabbergast modal value. He stumbled away, red but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 crapulence. But Fritz got us set up with a courteous little kiosk far enough away from the band so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up band played 80 's pop music, Mom 's deary. Having grown up in her sign, I
knew most of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in geezerhood ! Please ? ? ? ``

Who could balk ? Not me. The story was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super junky'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some twat Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. okay it was pretty loud. She moved in finisher to me to utter into my ear. `` Thank you so a lot steady, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

'' No, not 'Mom', remember ?. Um ... squall me ... 'Dixie'! ``

'' Confederacy ? ``

'' Yes, Dixie ! It 's kind of a slutty name, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

'' So Travis, anything you need to admit ? Any confessions ? '' I looked at her quizzically. `` Silly boy ! Were you capable to not chivy yourself this afternoon ? ``

'' Oh ! dickhead ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very heavily ... but I managed not to. ``

'' Hmmm, too bad. I was kind of hoping to win. ``

Holy shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to fuck off while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

'' Let 's dance some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly singular. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow strain about dancing with his lover. I was cook to void the dancing floor, but Mom pulled me back.

'' We 're dancing, '' she informed me.

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and agree me. ``

'' Yes, Confederacy. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand hand on the low of her back. Her bare back.. My left mitt held her right field hand, and we swayed to the music.

'' You 're so beautiful, Mom. ``

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't heart schoolhouse. There 's no chaperone. ``

'' Right, '' I said. We were dancing about a understructure apart. I pulled her closer. Her slight, yet intoxicating, odor almost overwhelmed me.

Her dresser bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her breast pressed into me. Closer ... her psyche lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to stabilize her of course. Her second joint pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panty where there should be some, only a fiddling tiny string.

I was trying to hold open my enormous erection from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the rachis of her frock and cupped a fond ass cheek. My Mom 's warm ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my read/write head back to face at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a little something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her cervix, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more minor kiss in the worldwide field. Dixie breathed in large, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a piddling more.
I was n't indisputable if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the saltation base. I whispered into her ear.

'' Dixie, I want to see you jack off for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no movement, then a slight, almost detectable nod of her nous. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish. '' Again, a headway nod. I released her right field hand so I could put both arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

'' Travis ... honey ... ''

'' Yes, Confederate States of America ? ``

'' You love me, right ? I mean, for veridical. Not just 'yes Mom of track I love you'... ''

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fuck ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the terpsichore floor, Mom holding my hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't want everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drinkable order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the small booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a little pat. It throbbed in response to her touch. She kept her manus there. I tried not to believe about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, no curiosity. Looking the way you do, Mo -- South ! I meant Dixie ! You look sensational. You should see the other guy rope checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her knocker into my articulatio humeri and arm. I swung my free hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and sizing. Mmmmmm, very squashy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to greet my ribbon. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you folks ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red expression, and my paw rubbing her big tit. `` well ... I 'll just go out these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's cervix again, and munched on her ears. She downed her crapulence. All of it.

'' I have to go to the peeress room. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It was n't easy. respective arcminute went by, I began to get concerned. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a note, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two untested guy cable ! And she was doing a gibe ! And laughing ! And another shot ! Fuck !

She walked back to our table and plopped down hard next to me.

'' Having fun ? '' I asked, annoyed. `` I 'm not. ``

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A small slur to her lecture. `` I just needed another beverage to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my step-in ! Or ... well not panties ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to wear anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nozzle. They were wet, and the strong womanly odors coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the dame room so I could cum and not clear a muss out here ! I 'm so fucking wet ... ''

'' You what ? '' I asked, wanting to be sure. `` You just came ? Here ? ``

Mom smiled a foul smile and nodded her head.

'' Yep ! You grab my mammilla in plublic ... plub ... where multitude can see, I 'm going to cum. Every time. ``

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the broadsheet with her credit wit, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a precipitation to get home. But, no.

She was in a rushing to retrieve a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

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We took a cab house so I could monitor her on the way. She only got sick the one time, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her way and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her feet a piffling. I eased her out of her attire, which is n't fucking well-situated at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water system closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water and go pee. After several hour, she got down about 12 ounce of water. The whole fourth dimension she was spouting off `` I 'm bad I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm sorry too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pj's, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what 's called 'the convalescence position', so if she gets regorge again she 'll be alright.

O.K., yes it did take place to me to feel her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a raper. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

I crawled on top of the natural covering next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some clobber on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. Somebody upstairs is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A head peaked in.

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

'' I 'm not sure ... oh undecomposed you have coffee, '' she said as she slid into a chair.

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some matter ... but I 'm pretty sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a clap, no. ``

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a toilet facility ? Did I do that ? ``

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a adulteress. I 'm so disconsolate Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

'' wellspring, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the eating place and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can avail me get those by and by today. ``

I filled her in on some of the details as she had her burnt umber. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm no-good. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking last nighttime ... I was ready to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really work out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' well, Mom, that 's not the only prospect we 'll ever induce. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the the right way affair to do. The moment was right, the clock time was right, but maybe it did n't materialise for a reason. And maybe it 's for the best. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back on a higher floor. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the medicine room. Yes, the mansion has a music way. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't care what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to unwind and not conceive about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all cleanse and refreshed. She looked fucking corking, actually.

'' Do n't turn back, keep playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some oldie ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic piece from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a piffling Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the cars and some lunch, '' she said right after that.

We chatted about this and that, but it was form of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her titty, earth my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't observe those things.

We got home after a dyad time of day, form of heartbeat from running around town.

'' Maybe we should ride out in tonight ? '' I offered. `` Get some pizza pie ? We 'll do something special tomorrow for Mom 's Day. ``

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to cop my mom last night, and today, it 's like cypher happened. Back to normal. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the here and now thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indefinable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and overweight. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My breathing became ragged, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's way. nix. Ran downstairs, where the the pits is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a crank of wine. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

'' Oh hey, honey. Just relaxing a bit -- ''

'' Mom. We need to peach. Now. ``

'' wellspring, sure honey have a seat -- ''

'' Mom, stand up. ``

'' What 's this all about ? '' she asked, as she stood up.

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

'' Travis ! What ... where are you taking me ? Wait ... no ... huh uh ... put me down.. PUT ME DOWN Whitney Moore Young Jr. MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the steps before she stopped squirming.

'' So ... we 're ... we 're doing this ? ``

'' Yes Mom. We 're doing this. And we 're doing this now. ``

'' You 're for sure ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm trusted Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okey too. ``

She shook her read/write head, but held her weapons system up for me.

'' Well then, Travis. Come and turn over your mom a hug and a candy kiss ! ``

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I climbed on top of Mom. With my hired hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the blue passion I could muster.

Her mild backtalk yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my backtalk some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her tooth. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So easy, so wet.

She reached up with her disengage arm and held me close. Our consistence blended together, my chest of drawers pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long sentence. Both of us were breathing faster, our origin racing through our bodies. Our gentle rage turned to furious passion. My arousal was physically manifest to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to stimulate matter. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get women like this mundane. I 've had mountain of girl, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our osculation and just smiled at each other, both of us breathing heavily.

'' Take me, '' was all she said.

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her human elbow so she could watch. Of trend, she arched her back to thrust out her thorax. She ran her clapper over her lips slowly.
I bent down to submit off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight inches ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' Eight and a half, but who 's counting. ``

'' Holy shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's long sleeve blank apparel shirt.

'' Is this expensive ? '' I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.

'' Yes, it 's from Italy. ``

I yanked the shirt apart, button flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strong point jobbie, no measure of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting side and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One lure, two, Redeemer ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect boob. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each hint. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't stop now, baby ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her articulatio coxae for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red thong. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, salvage for the little patch of reddish held be some tiny material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strings broke and came off in my hired man. My mom lay naked before me. Her bosom splayed out to the sides, her barren cunt looked so inviting. I reached over and broadcast her stage, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my mind many multiplication, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the former way, or playing with her boob until she cums or maybe ...

But the smell in her eye said, fall and get me, now !

I climbed between her leg, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her foreland with my left hand and held her neck opening, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it well-heeled. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a little, my cock entered her pussy and went in about an column inch or so.

I let go with my hand and brought it up and held her face.

We looked in each former 's eyes as I sank my cock lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a lilliputian, then just drilled through the last four in up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch tool lay deep inside Mom 's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each early. Her leg naturally wrapped around mine as we began to give passion. Pressing into her, my pelvic arch mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a spell, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's full depth.

Mom broke the candy kiss, just to whisper my name.

'' ahhh ... Travis ... Travis ... ''

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite trick is to pull my cock out most of the way, and then ride it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprisal, it 's probably every guy 's best-loved trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and quick knife thrust back down brought a fast little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to match my thrusts and I tried to practice her through the fucking bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this good afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her firmly and pulled her tit and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for earnest life as I dropped my leave hand down and forced it under her ass brass. Cupping her butt hard, I could jazz faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like beast. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel shaft continued pistoning inside her for various proceedings. I buried my nerve in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out munition so I could contract a soundly look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her chin was resting between them.

'' You ... are ... so beautiful ! '' I managed, through the panting.

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That familiar feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slid both helping hand under her ass cheeks. My right bridge player went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few consequence, and easily slip my middle finger's breadth up inside her ass.

'' Jesus Christ ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, infant ! ``

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... piece of ass ... love you ... ''

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first jet Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. squirt after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one flesh'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, utterly spent. Her puss still contracted in little spasms.

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the substantially ... the best fucking I 've ever had. ``

'' Me too, Mom, me too ... ''

'' Lay down honey, it 's okay. '' I rolled onto my backrest, Mom lay along side me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

'' Do you heed ? It feels good to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

'' We fucked ! I ca n't consider it ! ``

'' I know, baby. You okay ? ``

'' I 'm good. A little tired. feed me a couple minutes though, and we 'll lead off cycle Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a farsighted time ! ``

We kissed and snuggled a bit. Then she surprised me.

'' Maybe this will get you going again ? I 've seen it online, maybe you 'll think it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussy and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my abdomen. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish look on her human face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum cleaner, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't wipe out a man 's cum in ... yr ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was rightfield. I thought it was hot. So did my shaft. It sprang back to full moon strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the issue, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the floor, extended her natural language, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my dick with her glorious spit, we never broke eye middleman. She pushed out some germinal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a sound feeling, having your mom suck on your cock.

And she was skillful at it, too. Firm atmospheric pressure, good tongue activity, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The expert thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes more stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to savour Mom 's cock sucking a unspoiled foresighted time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to have sex that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome tits into play, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a complaint. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your tits. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some clock time with them. If you do n't bear in mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my consistency, dragging her pleasant-tasting hangers up my pectus. She brought one to my side, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dreary pap hung an inch or more from her enceinte aereolas, she let it rake my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The pap expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as all-inclusive as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my mouth. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck so firmly she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for proceedings, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my font so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her chest. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. just, I 'm sword lily she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her spinal column. I could then work on this left tit with a fiddling more leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it support up. I kissed and licked all of her tit chassis, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not for sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

'' Jesus of Nazareth, Travis ! '' Mom exclaimed after about ten minutes of this. `` You really like titmouse, do n't you ! ``

'' Am I boring you ? I can block up or -- ''

'' God no ! Keep going ! It 's like the considerably massage in the human race ! But do n't touch my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful look, then I cupped her kitty mound and fret my palm tree into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, the right way then. Kind of a small one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my dick inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left knocker. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you avail me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her the right way one.

I pushed her breast up so she could reach it with her backtalk, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.

'' Really ? '' she asked. `` You do n't think this is ... silly ? ``

'Silly'? What the screwing ? Was my dad, the war hero, a total retard ? He did n't care this ?

'' No, not silly. It 's fucking hot as hellhole ! ``

Mom went at her own tit with gusto, just as much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make beloved to her own tit, it 's so know fascinating.

I pulled my cock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a home just as nice, Mom 's tit. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her nipple at the Lapp time. The fact that now her cunt succus was on her tit and my cock only seemed to commove her more.

I swabbed her kitty-cat with my hand, getting more succus, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her breadbasket as she grabbed her breasts and held them spacious, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my peter entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her rima oris so my cock head would advert her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

'' Cum in my mouthpiece, cum in my sassing, or on my font, just cum on me ! Come on, cum for me ! ``

well, with her boost and with that lots pressure from her titmouse, I had little choice.

My first cum fire went right into her mouth, followed by the second. The live on few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipples. Mom swallowed down her piles, then she bent her read/write head and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her legs and breathed in her heady aromas.

A lot of the time, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a woman, there 's kind of a method going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my human face all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 minutes. I also did her trick, which was to search up into her optic. But near of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on chronicle of her tits being in the way. I stuck a finger's breadth in her ass again, just to proceed her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a quondam thing. I do n't know how this will work in the future with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth time, she coated my face with her female cum.

'' Come here, baby ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her smack actually dripping from my mentum. She lapped up my Kuki with her tongue, like a expert mommy.

(. Y. )

'' How do you fell about anal retentive sex, Mom ? ``

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm sure we can find some lube or -- ''

'' Travis, darling, the um ... the 'tracks have to be clear'. You ca n't do that if there 's a train in the station. ``

It took me a pair moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for Redeemer sake. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the station will be bring in tomorrow forenoon. ``

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my female parent 's Day present to you, an anal plan of attack ! ``

'' I 'd like that, son ! ``

'' So Mom, severalise me more about this cleaning woman the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

'' Yeah, Jeanine. What were you guys going to do ? ``

'' Well ... Jesus this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussy. I 've seen you suck cock. You can secernate me about your little 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how nice it would be to stimulate an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should aid each other out.

'' Days went by, neither of us said another discussion about it. I just put it down as a ridiculous conversation between drunk people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wed I shot, she called me. She was watching some porn and ... she came with me on the phone. ``

'' Holy shit ! '' I interjected. `` That 's hot ! What did you do ! ``

'' I did what any lusty female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the side by side day. We were just going to be in the same way. We promised. We said we were n't lesbian, just kindred spirits looking for a piddling companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine-coloured, O.K., maybe a lot of wine-coloured. We were both very nervous. After our second glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a recondite hint and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my sleeping room is connected to the net, if we wanted to follow something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we seek for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian spurt party'. And ... sanctum fuck. These fair sex, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, cypher can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 fundament into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks dolt. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word, if it is a word ... Debauched and wrong and taboo, and therefore it was also VERY sexy to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should undress, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got nude. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a full-grown woman naked, in my actual presence before.

'' I got, very skittish again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked physical structure. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the telecasting screamed and sprayed an enormous squirt on the other gals. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To ingest a fond body next to me.

'' But not as nice as this, of trend ! '' she grabbed my soft cock. It tried to answer but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a secure mug, I just kind of go all stupid when we kiss.

'' And then what, '' I asked. `` I walked in ? ``

'' Yep. Jeanine had just suggested we swap dildos, which we did. But ... she put the one I just had in my pussy into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the former dildo, all covered with her stuff and nonsense. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my kitty-cat. ``

'' But you wanted to savor it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be good ... yes. Yes I wanted to try it, her. But I could n't bring in myself to sweep that logical argument. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the rest. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished clientele. ``

'' I guess. But, since we 're talking ... what are we going to do ? With ... 'this'... with us ? ``

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really have a plan. Um, what do you want ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a spell at least. ``

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... September ? Yeah ? well, finals are in two weeks and then I 'm done for the summertime. is n't that some phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to look him ? And talk to him on the earphone ? And ... a divorce would be so bad for him right now. ``

'' Well, you should n't get divorced, maybe. I 'll be back at school, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't have it off ... ''

'' Do you require that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to shit him convey some blueness pills and start fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't recognize what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real humankind reared its slimy head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do be intimate it, we should go for a decent brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would detect a tabular array for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she birth kids or what ? Maybe she could link us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarum went off at 8:40, Billy Sunday morning. female parent 's Day. But ... WHY ! ? Why are we getting up so early ?

'' Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he 'll be on fourth dimension. I want to be awake and ready. ``

Well, damn, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good roll in the hay I 've given her, and she hides from me ! Ca n't blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the wife mindset.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more prison term last night. Each time seems to be as good or better than before. When Mom seed, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a piffling girl at Christmas. then she kisses me so much ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my rooster like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own accord and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the lav in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't order her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to speak to your father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

I just laid there and turned on the TV literal low. One of the traditionalist movies was on. Cool.

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more maintenance on her fount. Plucking her eyebrow or some such shucks, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the phone rang. The captain is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net stage setting and pulled up my favorite porno website, and found the Lesbo squirt Party. In LE than a minute I was at full faculty again. Mom was settling into the call in the swivel chair.

'' Yes, he 's here, '' she was saying to Dad. She swirled around, only to find me stroking my pecker and hardcore lesbos on the covert. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's alright, he 's been a bit of a anovulatory drug, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid young woman he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his stop number ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the earpiece to her right ear. It 's a twilled handset because Dad did n't like cell phones. So I stood up and stuck my hard cock into Mom 's remaining ear.

She tried to bat me away, but it did n't really solve. Still, she was distracted.

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a bit ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Samuel Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah rant blah ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my peter to her mouth. Dad rambled on about navy blue political sympathies in Italia as Mom has about a third gear of my cock in her mouthpiece. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry honey, was clearing my pharynx. Yes that would be outstanding ! We 'd love to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awesome ! ``

Mom pushed me hard, I had to get off the chair.

'' Yes love, he 's decent here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so much ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

Good God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it look good. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

'' Hey Dad ! Happy mother 's Day ! ... yeah you too ow nooky ! I mean, sorry, I kicked the chair with my toe ... ''

In world Mom had taken my cock and bent it downwards. When it 's this hard, it does n't bend downwards.

'' So you 're coming plate soon ? ... that 'll be cool ... maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her mouth. Jesus that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking upkeep of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's boss ! ... love you too. ``

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the door. Shit !

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! mummy needs her present ! ``

Her muffled voice replied, `` Go away, get dressed. We 're going to brunch with Jeanine. ``

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the fabulous Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other nighttime, ASKED if there were any mothers demonstrate before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first base matrimony but her husband 's instant. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kidskin were at their mother 's house this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite dissimilar from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little unforesightful, little trimming capacitor, pocket-size tit but very perky, dead blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.

Both Lady had on very wet skirts. Mom had a Nice cashmere perspirer which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain stitch blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball rolling. It was n't too backbreaking, we
already had two mimosa in us.

'' well there 's this support chemical group, a forum, for Navy wives. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a helping hand. You know, there 's sections for bases, so the gals local anaesthetic to a base can aid each former with baby-sitting, doctor 's appointments and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in person to talk about matter we did n't require to verbalise about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the former day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't occupy about it. It 's fine, really. ``

'' Can ask you a personal question, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your husband ? ``

'' Absolutely ! I love him to death ! But ... he knows I need to give some contact once in a while. He does n't mind as long as it 's just missy and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes nursing home ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd like to spend the rest of the day at our household ... ''

Jeanine did this little smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a rule. I do n't like it, but it 's all or naught. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, ca n't bear on me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't touch you. And I wo n't. And you wo n't. ``

'' Oh, '' I said, dejectedly. But Mom was so looking forward to this. `` But, I can be nearby ? ``

'' Sure, you can be two inch away, you just ca n't tinct me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The rest of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute stories about me and all the dunce things I 've done over the years.

The mum had many more silver wattle, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were tone, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and fast Jeanine 's No-Touching formula really was.

We finally got up to depart, both gals kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more shock than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her chest pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we 'd see her again sometime.

'' All of you ? Or just you ? '' she asked, smiling. Mom grabbed my hand and whisked me away.

For the drive dwelling house, Mom sat in the game seat while Jeanine sat up front line with me. I did n't sleep together why for a yoke minutes, but then it became patent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red Christ Within to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her eye closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two helping hand on Jeanine 's boobs. start over her shirt. I had to swerve respective prison term to stay on the road as Mom 's hired man deftly unbuttoned her protagonist 's blouse.

motor horn honked at me as I saw Mom pull Jeanine 's bra up and over her boob, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost home when Mom took off her own jumper. I hoped no taller automobile or hand truck came alongside, they would have a estimable view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out strawman. '' I said to nobody. The girls were lost in their trivial dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to pull out Mom out of the car, she did n't require to exit Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka tonic, with not practically soda water. I figured I could n't touch, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their wench and shoes on. No spinning top, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the impression ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand motion of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, deliberate not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her face. `` Oh my god, you guys were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one affair to hear about incest, quite another to actually see it. She went back to sucking on Mom 's tit, but kept looking up at the cock sucking action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my cock totally enjoying the look and the scene of another woman sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to stay dressed all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the position zip, then shimmied out of her chick. Her livid supporter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to bring panties today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her mo of being stripped by a adult female. Jeanine untie Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underclothing today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to remember anything ...

'' Come and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a while. '' And I moved away on the bed a little to have them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's legs, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's slit as she went past. She climbed up by Mom 's tit and got to her nerve where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her twat was right in battlefront of Mom. Christ Jeanine was horny, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting spit and sassing. I moved around to get a expert look. Yep, Mom 's eating bitch. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a patch, then got bolder with each passing arcminute until she was eating out Jeanine like there was no tomorrow. Jeanine was loving it, I loved watching it. Although it was hard not to touch Jeanine. Her tit were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her bitch into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass brass and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her decoration as she came violently. Her completely trunk shook and trembled as she screamed `` Fuck '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's expression ; all covered in girl cream and this Brobdingnagian grin on her face. I went to Mom.

'' Hey no tuching ! '' said Jeanine, suddenly leery of me.

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to cream up some of your slit succus. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouth and kept the rest for myself. MMmmmmmm ... womanhood cum. Different from Mom, but still slit juice. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's head so she could see better, and I massaged her bosom for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

'' No ! Not really ! This has been a very honorable weekend ! ``

'' She 's licking your pussy, right now, Mom. How is it ? ``

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guys doing to me ... I 'm such a fornicatress ! ``

I reached over to the nightstand and found a vibrator, I handed it to Jeanine. She used it swiftly and delicately. I tried taking mental notes as char seem to eat twat unlike than men, or at least different from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her orgasm approached. I pinched and pulled her mammilla, thinking it might facilitate. It helped me, anyway.

'' Shit yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

Jeanine drank down all of Mom 's clobber, then pulled off and smiled up at us.

'' Pretty soundly ? I 've never done that before ! ``

'' You 're awing ! '' Mom answered.

'' But I thought, '' I countered. `` I thought you fooled around with female child before ? ``

'' well, yes, but just fooling around. Some kissing and touching. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

well, I had been about as affected role as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine position. But not the favorable, on all quadruplet way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her stage over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a little work to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with Thomas More than one other person in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slickness, My dick just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was unloosen or anything, but I was so unvoiced and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home plate sweet home ... '' I mused as my shaft sank completely into Mom 's puss.

'' Be it ever so base ... '' Mom said.

'' Dares mo tread ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her mouth stuffed with kitty lips and, if I was n't mistaken, my Ball were hitting something back there. Her pry, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my orb were dragging on something ! The thought of touching the unprocurable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my cock thrusts ground her pussy more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between intimation. `` This is now ... my preferent fucking position ... of all time ... fucking sanctum shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her head on the commanding officer 's married woman 's cunt.

I had a hold on Mom 's hips, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

'' Ow ! What was that ... oof ... for ? ``

'' payback, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' payback 's a cunt ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass impertinence was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' break

SPANK !

'' well you probably should have ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their shaking felt good on my rooster as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah Mommy ... yeah ... ooh yeah momma ... ``

'' Travis child ... fuck me ... so good ... hump me ... bonk your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... Fuck your nasty strumpet .... '' She seemed to wish saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more seconds of this and I would be done.

'' I 'm going to cum, Mom ! I 've got to cum ! ``

'' Do it baby ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty cunt ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my pecker as unvoiced and deep as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing stopcock loosed jet after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting petrol into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's pussy suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Deliverer and the holy place fucks as she came.

I do n't know what was happening to Jeanine down there, was she she drowning ? I pulled out to check into on her.

The moment my dick came out, my sperms followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

'' Mom ! She 's eating it all ! ``

'' Jeanine, write me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the eternal sleep in her lip. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and come and get some.

Mom spun around and she and Jeanine kissed a cummy kiss.

I lay back on the bed, and then Mom came and kissed me with a trivial bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After respective minutes of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

'' No, do n't get up ! I 've got to get the kids. And ... it 's your extra day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the Lapp time it was kind of skillful just to be alone with each other. Jeanine let herself out.

I rolled on top of Mom and we kissed. And we french kissed. And we soul-kissed. And we kissed for many long minutes, not just a few moments.

I only broke the candy kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my peter. Redeemer, I had never used this before. It felt swell !

'' Where are you going with that matter ? '' Mom asked.

'' Hows the wagon train schedule ? '' I asked.

'' The racetrack are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs panoptic for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricant from the bottleful right onto her slight dark-brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricant into her depart hand. She used that to direct my cock in the right direction.

My cock hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indentation in this wall. I pressed a lilliputian ... the indentation let me move forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to spread her legs wider.

With a sudden discharge of stress, my rooster head poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inch to go.

With little thrusts, my dick forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couple prison term, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

Eight and a half in of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's loaded asshole.

'' Travis ... it 's been years ... before I married your father ... that anyone has done this. To me. ``

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so wrong ... this is all so wrongly ... but I like being a slut ... I 've pushed it

down so long ... it 's decent to let my freak out ! Thank you, Travis. I love you, honey. ``

I could n't suppose of anything else to say, except

'' Happy mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )