It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my piddling boy isn't so minuscule any more. He had grown up into a responsible immature man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his consistency with serious food and example. Anything a good mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more than proud of him. The funny thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 yr old me, I've been living alone since the divorce years ago, working my job at the department storehouse full moon clock time, getting along with the neighbors and the relief of the family unit. There were a few play here and there, but there was not much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been placid delightful.

"Alan, beloved ! It's clock time for dinner !"

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

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly skilful approximation to honor him for his heavily work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for body of work after he graduates. I was happy. On cloud 9. There was not a lot on my thinker that would distract me from having a pin-up nighttime with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a Stanford White tight accommodation exclusive and short pants, smiling his million dollar mark smile. A strapping young man with pectoral of steel and across-the-board shoulders. Six infantry tall. Short, neatly kept John Brown haircloth. Dashing brownish center. So very well-favoured. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely defenseless, my integral consistence exposed for Alan to see. I used to weary at to the lowest degree some apparel while I was around the house like a proper full-grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to prune myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the opposite president to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My skin was placid and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my torso because of my exercise authorities. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, blue eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my haircloth down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

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

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

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

We had ice cream in the living way, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the gentle wind. I was half laying on the couch with both ramification tucked across from me, my hulk titmouse resting on the arm balance. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the table adjacent to him and smack his lips.

"abode made ice cream. Always the best."

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

"In any causa, mom, I think it's time for yours."

He shifted in the chairwoman while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to inflame up, and juices started to ooze out of my exposed slit, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to tear them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not conquer my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful shaft. 10 inch of rock candy firmly meat, shaped and as potent as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my expression towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his peg open up for me to get cheeseparing, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right-hand hand wrapped around the bottom of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the head. I gave it a long poke with my tongue, tasting the Henry Sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other penchant on ground. I had tasted many pecker in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the comfortably one. Just the ripe grain and pinch. The right length and soma. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this taste all over the inside of my oral fissure, and before I knew it, I had sucked the stallion duration in. I mumbled a groan all the way down, feeling it load my lips and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the SHAPE of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My excitement amplified as I tasted Sir Thomas More of him, and I started a steady calendar method of birth control, enjoying this man kernel that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's shaft feverishly with abandon. It was the risque and most preclude matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even feel bad, ignominious or guilty. All I wanted was to go down on this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty booty that I was working it towards. All this while, my destitute hand was stroking my enflamed clitoris, my juices flowing like a falls onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, infant. Give mommy your hot delicious sperm !"

My question slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and corneous little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, principal rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat Menachem Begin to roil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden salvo of heat in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, midst and creamy strings, and tasted as honeyed as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in delight as I caved, my pussycat convulsing hard from an Earth shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my lips and jerking his putz with them. More and more of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to squish the ingathering of cum in my lip, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift draft down, I swallowed his entire load, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the next few min cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent tool, my index finger giving my pussy a slow wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me make clean up the mess we made before going about our late eventide routines as rule. All the spell, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not stop getting so sex. I had never thought that giving Alan mind and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common sense. It was almost abnormal, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy grin, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to slumber .