It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holidays. I had to accommodate that my little boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a creditworthy Thomas Young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his consistence with good food for thought and recitation. Anything a sound mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be More proud of him. The funny affair was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 yr old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement year ago, working my job at the department store full clock time, getting along with the neighbour and the rest of the family. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not much to lecture or reminisce about. Living with him again has been calm down delightful.

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

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

I was preparing this evening's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly unspoilt estimation to pay back him for his hard piece of work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would deflect me from having a endearing night with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a flannel slopped appointment single and boxershorts, smiling his million dollar smiling. A strapping young man with pectoralis of steel and broad shoulders. Six metrical unit tall. short, neatly kept brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very big. 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 naked, my entire body exposed for Alan to see. I used to hold out at least some clothes while I was around the planetary house like a proper grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not require to curry myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even beware if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My organic structure still had a lot of vigour from my youth. My skin was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my eubstance because of my use regime. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped breast. I was a blonde, down in the mouth eyed and I kept my medium distance hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

We had dinner like a normal family 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 number, like clean the theater, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dishes, Alan casually turned to me.

"Hey, mom. Do you hold any dessert ?"

"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 animation room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the breeze. I was one-half laying on the lounge with both legs tucked across from me, my titan tits resting on the arm rest period. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowlful aside on the table next to him and smell his lips.

"family made ice ointment. Always the best."

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

"In any case, mom, I think it's prison term for yours."

He shifted in the hot seat while I grinned and cooed at him. My organic structure started to ignite up, and juices started to seep out of my exposed pussy, staining the sofa. I watched his custody reach for his shorts to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could imagine about was sliding it into my sassing. My son had the most beautiful pecker. 10 inches of rock hard meat, shaped and as warm as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not discontinue myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his pegleg spread for me to get stuffy, all the piece looking at me with that million dollar smile while my properly hand wrapped around the bottom of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the head. I gave it a longsighted lick with my clapper, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other preference on Earth. I had tasted many dicks in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the C. H. Best one. Just the right texture and tinge. The properly length and material body. 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 predilection all over the interior of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the full distance in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch along my brim and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many meter, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the psyche. My excitement amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a sweetie speech rhythm, enjoying this man nub that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's tool feverishly with abandon. It was the naughty and most out thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even feel bad, black or hangdog. All I wanted was to absorb this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty booty that I was working it towards. All this while, my exempt hand was stroking my enflamed clitoris, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my mitt while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, child. generate mama your hot luscious spermatozoan !"

My head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My digit on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the heat begin to boil over. He reached his meridian quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my lip. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy strings, and tasted as mellisonant as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a huckster moan in delight as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an solid ground shattering sexual climax, continuing to engage my sassing and jerking his rooster with them. More and more of his incumbrance spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting forefront, lashing it with my knife until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the school principal, and proceeded to slosh the solicitation of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his entire lode, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the side by side few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index finger finger giving my snatch a slow idle words down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our belatedly evening routines as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's hammer, I could not stop over getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common signified. It was almost abnormal, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .