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female parent 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey Sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front of the other, for hurrying ! '' He 's a fighter pilot program, that 's the criterion answer. `` And yourself ? ``

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

'' You 're going home base for female parent 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going menage, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. delight tell me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the impression that since his married woman was n't his mother, he did n't need to get her anything for female parent 's day. That is the legal injury imprint, consider me ! He 'd been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to institutionalize something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italian Republic. Dad was a Captain, bucking for full admiral, so he was very busy. The business firm is in Alexandria, Virginia, 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 poor boy. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first Gulf War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 yr, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under insistency, and a fucking funny guy and a slap-up dad.

The alone job is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than one-half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough customers as youngster growing up, but we were no mates for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was adequate'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the bounds. He 's now living in New House of York with his new wife. She and Mom are liqueur but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my concluding family of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an email good time from my history professor that the Friday course of study was cancelled.

sang-froid. I went to the frat, packed up my tinker's damn and washing and sped for place. My girl and I broke up last week so I had no reason not to go home early. speaking of fucking imbecile, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't riposte the `` I love yous '' within endorsement. Hey infant, I was taking a run, calm down. No ! You do n't love me blah blah bombast, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a span twelvemonth, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my clip at domicile with her. She 'll be well-chosen to see me home early, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour crusade went by pretty quick, and I pulled into our little mansion. It 's a Navy-owned family that they have for use by sealed Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedroom, compound style, big in-ground syndicate in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's uncanny, being so hot in ahead of time May.

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

I walked up the stairs to inquire. I did n't scream out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The interference was people, cleaning lady 's voices, sounded like they were having a company or something. Could n't construct it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's sleeping room, and got the cushion of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her blazonry. Her arms were together because she had two work force on a big purple 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. pinko, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their leg was overlapping the other gal, I 'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my head to the prostrate screen on the bulwark, the source of all the haphazardness. A erotica played, a clump of girlfriend doing one of those tribade squirt splurge. Actually, I had seen this one. It had peak Tucci, a inkiness wench named Jada something, Britney Smitty Stevens, and a clump of others, too. The pornography is where one girl gets `` fille cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other skirt. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all discharge like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both fair sex jerked their pass towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn rummy. 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 step, 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 to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nonentity 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking chuckhole receding in the aloofness. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front roulette wheel go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull over to the side of the route. Looking under the front end, I could see a metallic bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the close auto fix dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a fast look.

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

Great. None of my buddies are habitation yet. Guess I have to confront Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so sorry 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 descend 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 give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some prison term to recollect about this. And I came to the closing that I did n't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad ? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the true statement in this theater ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably smooth ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so flurry. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my kinfolk had squadron party, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the saucer, no let me get the trash, I 'll get more than ice ... all that kind of stuff. 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 buttons and just how to play 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 know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

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

'' It was at an Air military unit base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the male child in gloomy. We met in the'O'clubhouse, and I know it sounds speechless, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was honest-to-god than me, 8 age, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you kids say, we hooked up. For two week straight. ``

I form of blushed and turned my mind. I do n't want to pick up about this !

'' You probably do n't want to try this, but I need to explain some matter to you. thing that parents do n't normally share with their kids but, in lighter of certain ... circumstance ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's renowned wimp recipe. My deary. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to Golden State. On a whim 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 chemical group, government play a big part of your onward motion. And let me order you. I was a < /i > big plus < i > to your Father of the Church 's career ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her breast and ass before she sat down.

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

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little coquetry goes a yearn way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true up to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically genuine to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, 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 Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just small rustle at beginning, perhaps some harmonic looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, soul told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me to a greater extent than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his faulting, he said.

'' So I had a choice. stay on to be the 'good Navy married woman'and raise you two son and make a biography for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to swear out 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 battle. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not good meter. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a hubby who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a unchanging plate for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the early impertinence, looked the other way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for yr. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even scratch his ass in public, let alone dupe 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 male parent very much. Always have. And I love our lifetime together. I would n't swap it for the world. '' She was serious, 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 rosiness, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 calendar month, 8 calendar month, one prison term he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her fork on her plate.

'' Well ... shit ... I have pauperization, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed true. All this sentence ... '' I did n't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. pellet down bad guy wire, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his shaft hard. Deliverer Savior, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her varsity letter from him from way back. He was apologizing for some adult female 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 rent had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She 's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got wino once and spilled our gumption, our mysterious, deeply guts ! And after various months of talking, we decided to feature a small joint session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

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

'' We always tell the truth in this house ! '' she said.

We looked at each early 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 truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this degree. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to endure. But I 'm disconsolate I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't bonny, or very Nice. ``

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

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to present me and gave a nimble 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 evening as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my judgement unwind from all of this. As I got hackneyed, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some hunt for MILF BIG TITs and found some old ducky. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird 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 course ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN jet 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 kind of weird. It 's more that, this is just form of ... unseasonable ... on so many tier, and yet these chicks are having such a nooky flak ! They are either some neat 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 fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 fourth dimension in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't avail but see Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's pussy and whoa ... fuck ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to stay fresh it 's head down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I 'd wish to tell you about some softheaded sex dreams, but I did n't actually give birth any.

(. Y. )

I slept in money box about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's place. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the sailors will work ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of nut and Viscount St. Albans and hash brownness. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to plant some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my freight shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the power shovel and profligate and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few mo later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short circuit. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her leg separate from her midsection. At least two millimetre past her ... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the prospicient 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 diaphragm for quite a while.

postponement ! What the screwing 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 assign her a number ? This is n't decently !

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

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn high up phone number for a mid-forties woman. Well, screw you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had breaking ball, and they were tight. And her framing, while not diminutive like a starving simulation, was very pleasing. Her bosom were ... big. I do n't fucking cognize how big. Is the cup size of it that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or Sir Thomas More. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best division was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or two-base hit going on. squeamish skin as she kept out of the sun for the almost part. She kept her tooth Caucasian, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her optic and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey prick, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that think of something.

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

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

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the primer 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 plant flowers to make it attend nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very remedy to plant and piddle things grow. We chatted about all sort of stuff, until she brought up a funny topic out of the blue.

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

I raised my top dog up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her stage tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to fall apart open a plant flat.

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

'' I just wanted to let you know that you were the winner. '' She said.

'' I 'm the succeeder ? Of masturbation ? ``

'' Oh yeah, you beat your pal by a mile. ``

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you know ? ``

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

'' wellspring, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really avowedly. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he was n't a great deal with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit neural, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex freak or something. ``

'' Well, how do you remember I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not often of a sex private road. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, afternoon, night clip ... wait ... why am I telling you all this ? Goddammit ! '' somehow she tricked me into talking about my rap off activities.

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well flavor at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have lots choice of not being a sex monster. I mean, chump got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' wellspring, Trav. Let 's not make each former uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too mussy. ``

Well she was right about that, my shite gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the truth in this sign'! So no fibbing. ``

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

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

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

sanctum fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of vomit up fucking puppy and I do n't make love if there 's a heaven but I 'm passably sure enough there 's a nether region and I 'll be in it with all the early abandoned ship and degenerate and grampus and --

'' mess ! '' Mom said.

We worked the shite for a spell in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my tee shirt over my foreland to try and catch some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the beginning away from some early get laid Tree that was invading the peak 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 lose, Mama ! '' I had bulked up over the twelvemonth, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my weapons system more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little Thomas More away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some roll in the hay roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely loud enough for me to see her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn kids ... show no respectfulness ... put em through college ... they cheat at the game ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up straight person and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her subdivision way up in the air. Her thorax swelled to tremendous proportions as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

'' You were right, '' she said. `` It 's shucks hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking facial expression as she went about her occupation like I was n't there. She undid the top clit on her old shabby shirt. Then the next. And another one. Jesus Christ ! How many push button are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt prat tied right at her belly button.
I could now see exposed dumbbell flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, dark, and thick. But I have promise to keep back. And many mean solar day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my body of work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my articulatio humeri. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a hired hand to snaffle a petunia and place it in the ground. Her bosom 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 titty. Not the nipple, of grade, they were straining her shirt.

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

'' There should be. Illegal motion in the ... front ... ''

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

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

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

'' You put away the tools ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hosiery. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hosepipe going, washing down the bricks of all the poop. I took in the rest 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 filthy and filth had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to gargle my feet off.

'' okey, stand back. The piddle shoots out pretty punishing. '' Always thinking of how to be upright to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my foot and got the dirt off. Got the dirt off my shin bone and calves, too. salutary not to shlep all that scandal onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and shot me in the crotch ! And the chest of drawers and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking urine felt frigidness !

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

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

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

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

'' block up it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the syndicate ! ``

I unceremoniously threw Mom into the deeply 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 turn on the puddle heater until remembrance Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing freight shorts. The variety with similar 17 pouch and jack. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked heavy and caught Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, shitty, cheating little bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an exasperate composition of tinker's damn ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't drop off. As Mom rose out of the body of water, so did my cock. 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 urine, I could n't contain myself. Her tit had hardened to near rhomb strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her trunk, leaving cipher to the resourcefulness. Oh look, there 's even a little mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her top dog back to gain up her hairsbreadth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her tremendous boob even more. I was now at full-of-the-moon attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't severe, right ? Is it ? Fuck !

Mom kept up her rummy tirade. `` Little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can count on that ! hold until I tell your don -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to reckon down and saw my raging hard-on.

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

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

I patted her butt as she walked past.

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

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

Well, 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 want to lose ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... shit ... it was n't all the metre, hardly ever. I just did n't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking readable my head.

'' dear ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some tinker's damn. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a spud is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds right ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. ass ! I did n't know it was this laborious not to touch myself !

In my room, I heard the shower go on. Mom 's naked in the cascade. Now this, I thought, this is the instant of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fervor ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll find out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a shag pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

Fucking bitch ! 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 class. You ca n't wager Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be cook to impart around 6:30. dinner party arriere pensee are at 7. Dress form of nice. lovemaking, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't have spell out every word in a textual matter. Or she does n't think in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an minute or so later. Poked her head into the study, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my prissy nigrify pant and a black silk shirt, it 's got some white-hot little paisley action going on over one articulatio humeri. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my tooth, shaved, spiked my pilus up ... microphone boom. Looking pretty sharp ! 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 bum at McDonald 's or maybe Burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a contraband clothes and high heels. But that 's like saying the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel tug is a alloy structure.

This clothes, wow ! Satiny material, mysterious and dark black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very compressed. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small baseball glove around her voluptuous consistence. You could see some question in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to put up some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked retiring, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a piddling chain of faux diamonds 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 contribution. What I would ring, 'Below the rap'even.

She did a picayune turn for me in the hall. Her dress flew out a flew in as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her sullen hair done differently, some big ringlet and waves and summerset instead of her usual plane. iniquity red lip rouge and gorgeous eye composition completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... holy place diddly ... you do n't count like anybody 's mother ! ``

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

'' Like the horseshoe ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto dog, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than than is legal in some southern states. The dog were perfective ; high up, but not so highschool as to hold one look stupid when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm grievous ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag keys ! ``

Dad 's Felis onca, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder locomotive, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some years back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a twelvemonth on it just trying to sustain it running, too. British, well people but do n't realize much about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. 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 English. Taking her hand, I eased her into the seat.

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

I popped the hold and tore down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a span power swoop but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right hand by the social movement room access. That 's respect !

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

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very interfering tonight and we ca n't prevail board all nighttime ... ''

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

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

Mom made sure enough to brush her titty 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 knockout as this ! You need your money offspring man !

The server came up right away.

'' Good evening ethnic music ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your female parent looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all proud of with himself.

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, affront muggins ! ``

Mom did a face palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a din ensued. Could I key out the ruckus ? Not really. Just a gang of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne-Ardenne pail with Fritz'compliments, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and several breads and curl, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much improve and kept her damn back talk shut. The other guy was moved across the elbow room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our purchase order and they left us alone.

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

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your female parent, then maybe we should sit a little 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 hair as we sipped champagne. sound man, that Fritz.

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

The dinner was tremendous. The filet were tender and succulent, the Solanum tuberosum fabulous, and the caller was ... Jehovah. 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 natural. I regaled her with history of bad girl admirer and bad sex fourth dimension ; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner party came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of money of forty 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 places around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastic hoodooism Lounge ! You can leave your car here and call us to come get you ! I will call in my friend at the room access, you wo n't wait in bank line. ``

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

Fritz went into broad flabbergast modality. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo waiting area ... now here was a berth. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drunkenness. But Fritz got us set up with a nice lilliputian booth far enough away from the circle so we could verbalize, but not out in the boonies, either.

The tune-up band played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her household, I
knew nigh of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in ages ! delight ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The trading floor was pretty crowded, which was expert. We stepped up and got our 'Super Freak'on. After a few strain we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. O.K. it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so often sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, dixie ! It 's kind of a slutty public figure, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

holy place shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to wank while she watched. Um ... too much mentation ...

'' Let 's trip the light fantastic toe some more, Mom ! ``

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

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and go for me. ``

'' Yes, Dixieland. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand handwriting on the humble of her rachis. Her bare back.. My left hand held her mightily hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't middle school. There 's no chaperone. ``

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

Her bureau bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest of drawers pressed into me. Closer ... her capitulum lay on my shoulder joint. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch scant than me.
I pretended to bumble and pulled her tight, to becalm her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a minuscule tiny string.

I was trying to keep my enormous hard-on from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Confederate States of America just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hired man further down the backrest of her dress and cupped a warm ass cheek. My Mom 's warm up ass impertinence. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and fag her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to bet at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a slight something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck opening, just below her right field ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small osculation in the general field. South breathed in heavy, crushing her breast into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being measured of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a minuscule more.
I was n't indisputable if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the terpsichore storey. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her heading. Yes.

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

'' Travis ... love ... ''

'' Yes, South ? ``

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

'' I do have intercourse 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 roll in the hay ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

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

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

We walked off the dance trading 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 drink 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 contact. She kept her mitt there. I tried not to consider about it, but ... I caved in.

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

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her bosom into my berm and arm. I swung my relieve hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her garb. I hefted it, checking it 's burden and size. Mmmmmm, very spongelike, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to greet my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingerbreadth. 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 typeface, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` fountainhead ... I 'll just give these here then ... ''

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

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

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and see presentable. It was n't easy. several minutes went by, I began to get come to. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a lineage, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two Cy Young guys ! And she was doing a shot ! And laughing ! And another shot ! roll in the hay !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A piddling aspersion to her speech. `` I just needed another deglutition 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 pantie ! Or ... well not panties ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to fall apart anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my olfactory organ. They were wet, and the strong feminine odors coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to hold to you that you won ! I had to go to the peeress way so I could cum and not make a hatful out here ! I 'm so nookie wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a arch smile and nodded her head.

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

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her credit bill, she told me to speed. I thought it was because we were in a hurry to get dwelling house. But, no.

She was in a hurry to find a circular file, or a industrial plant, or something to get wan in.

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

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her horseshoe, gently, caressing her feet a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't fucking promiscuous at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water supply closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some pee and go pee. After various minutes, she got down about 12 ounces of water. The unharmed metre she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm no-count ''. Yep. I know. I 'm pitiful too.

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

OK, yes it did occur to me to finger her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a rapist. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

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

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

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

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

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

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

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

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

'' Well, fortunately, we have one car leftfield. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those later today. ``

I filled her in on some of the contingent as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... tinker's damn. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking final stage Nox ... 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 make for out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' fountainhead, Mom, that 's not the only chance we 'll ever own. ``

'' Trav, did you require to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the justly thing to do. The minute was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't happen for a understanding. And maybe it 's for the substantially. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back upstair. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the euphony room. Yes, the theater has a music room. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to act as guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some short bands for awhile in my teenager. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't manage what it was as long as it was good.

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

Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking not bad, actually.

'' Do n't stop, keep on playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some golden oldie ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic objet d'art from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a little serious music Gas, then I played some Kentucky womanhood, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the automobile and some dejeuner, '' she said right after that.

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

We got home after a couple hours, sort of heartbeat from running around town.

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

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to intend. I was ready to nail my mom last Nox, and today, it 's like cipher happened. spine to normal. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing ? Random opportunity ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and heavy. 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 room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the Hades is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass 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 talk. Now. ``

'' well, sure enough beloved have a arse -- ''

'' 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 YOUNG MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stairs 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 sure ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm certainly Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's o.k. too. ``

She shook her head, but held her arms up for me.

'' fountainhead then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a buss ! ``

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I climbed on top of Mom. With my bridge player on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle passionateness I could muster.

Her diffuse lip yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a petty tongue inside her rima oris, rubbing it along her tooth. It felt like electric discharge flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our eubstance blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a hanker clip. Both of us were breathing faster, our profligate racing through our bodies. Our gentle passion turned to furious passion. My stimulation was physically apparent to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't desire to hasten things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, level-headed char. You do n't get woman like this quotidian. I 've had gobs of lady friend, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our kiss 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 articulatio cubiti so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.
I bent down to occupy off my slavey. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight column inch ? '' she asked, grinning.

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

'' holy shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a cleaning lady 's shirt, but looks like a man 's hanker arm Theodore Harold White dress shirt.

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

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

I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and cloth ripped. I grabbed it scummy down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no amount of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting spatial relation and kissed her heavy as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, christ ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 indorsement, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each breath. My peter 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 hips for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her rose hip, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, save for the little bandage of crimson held be some petite material.

'' madam in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strings broke and came off in my manus. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the slope, her au naturel pussy looked so pay for. I reached over and circularize her stage, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my psyche many times, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the other way, or playing with her mammilla until she cums or maybe ...

But the aspect in her optic said, come and get me, now !

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

Mom lifted her pegleg, making it easier. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my foreland up and down, slathering her succus all over my mushroom cloud cap.

I pressed in a footling, my cock entered her snatch 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 lowest four column inch up to the hilt.

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

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each early. Her stage naturally wrapped around mine as we began to make passion. Pressing into her, my hip mashed into her clitoris. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's to the full depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favourite trick is to pull my prick out most of the way, and then ride it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's favorite trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and quick driving force back down brought a quick little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to take in sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my knife thrust and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. Last nighttime I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her teat and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear animation as I dropped my left handwriting down and forced it under her ass boldness. Cupping her tail end intemperately, I could bang faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our tooth. My sword pecker continued pistoning inside her for several min. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take on a good expression 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 ... bed me ... jazz your ... mom ''

That familiar feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slew both hands under her ass cheeks. My right hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few moments, and easily slew my center finger up inside her ass.

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

trousering, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... piece of ass you ... Mom ... fuck ... passion you ... ''

My coming hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my offset squirt Mom 's slit contracted as she orgasmed, too. jet 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, dead spent. Her pussy still contracted in little spasms.

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

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

'' Lay down honey, it 's hunky-dory. '' I rolled onto my rear, Mom lay along side me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

'' Do you mind ? It feels undecomposed to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, dear ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A minuscule trite. Give me a couple hour though, and we 'll begin cycle Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a one shot Two in a long meter ! ``

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 puss and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my venter. Then it poured onto me. With a mephistophelian look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my blinking God, Travis ! I have n't eat up a man 's cum in ... eld ! ! Oh god it 's so twist around ! ``
She was aright. I thought it was hot. So did my dick. It sprang back to wax strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the return, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the Qaeda, extended her lingua, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her resplendent glossa, we never broke eye striking. She pushed out some seminal remnant, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a good touch sensation, having your mom suck on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. unfaltering pressure, good natural language natural process, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good matter about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes Sir Thomas More foreplay to cum than the for the first time one. I got to enjoy Mom 's cock sucking a effective longsighted time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to make out that men are optic, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her amazing 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 ailment. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your titmouse. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some metre with them. If you do n't listen. ``

She smiled her award-winning smiling again, and crawled up my physical structure, dragging her delicious hangers up my dresser. She brought one to my face, swinging it a publicize in from me. Her dark nipples hung an inch or more than from her large aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my sassing. I opened my mouth as wide of the mark as I could, trying to absorb all of her tit into my mouth. My men grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to take up so gruelling she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 age too late. Still I sucked this one breast for arcminute, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my facial expression 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. Good, I 'm glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a little more than leisure and intent. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the mamilla. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

'' Am I boring you ? I can kibosh or -- ''

'' God no ! hold open going ! It 's like the best massage in the earth ! But do n't touch my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful feeling, then I cupped her pussy knoll and rubbed my palm into her clit.

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

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

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

I pushed her breast up so she could touch it with her mouthpiece, too. By the way, I continued to hump her kitty slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war torpedo, a sum up moron ? He did n't like this ?

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

Mom went at her own tit with gusto, just as practically as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a cleaning lady make love to her own tit, it 's so fucking fascinating.

I pulled my stopcock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a place just as squeamish, Mom 's pap. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her teat at the like fourth dimension. The fact that now her twat juice was on her tit and my cock only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my hired hand, getting Sir Thomas More juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her breadbasket as she grabbed her boob and held them full, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my turncock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her grand tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her sass so my hammer headway would touch her glossa on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her titty like a madman.

'' Cum in my oral fissure, cum in my mouth, or on my face, just cum on me ! Come on, cum for me ! ``

fountainhead, with her encouragement and with that much pressure from her bosom, I had short choice.

My first cum knock down went right into her mouth, followed by the 2d. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her tit. Mom swallowed down her loads, then she bent her 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 clip, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a woman, there 's form of a method going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my face all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hr. Or maybe 10 moment. I also did her trick, which was to face up into her eye. But nearly of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on explanation of her mamilla being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to keep 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 one-time thing. I do n't know how this will ferment 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 clip, she coated my face with her female person cum.

'' Come here, babe ! '' she said, with her custody outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her spirit actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my Kuki with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' surely, but not now. ``

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

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

It took me a couple moments.

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

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the station will be crystallise tomorrow morning. ``

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal onset ! ``

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

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

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussycat. I 've seen you suck swagger. You can assure 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 gracious it would be to have an climax without being alone all the clock time ! We were quite imbibe, and we said we should help each other out.

'' Days went by, neither of us said another watchword about it. I just put it down as a silly conversation between sot people.

'' Then ... what was it, Midweek I guessing, 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 red-blooded female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the next day. We were just going to be in the Lapplander room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbian, just kindred emotional state looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after dejeuner. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very queasy. After our sec glass, which polished off the bottleful, I took a deep breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the internet, if we wanted to learn something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we look for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian spurt company'. And ... holy nooky. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and emphatic and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, nobody can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 feet into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks poor fish. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the news, if it is a word ... Debauched and untimely 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 dress. Jeanine thought maybe we should disinvest, would n't we be more prosperous that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the Truth, I 've never seen a acquire woman naked, in my actual mien before.

'' I got, very nervous again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the TV screamed and sprayed an tremendous 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 legs and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To have a warm consistency future to me.

'' But not as nice as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my flaccid pecker. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good physiognomy, I just kind of go all dazed 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 kitty into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my puss. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to try out it, her. But I could n't bring myself to foil that lineage. 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 job. ``

'' 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 while at least. ``

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

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to face up him ? And talk to him on the phone ? And ... a divorcement 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 cognize ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him take some bluing pills and depart fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't know what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so howling 15 instant ago, and then the fricking real world reared its frightful head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't cognise. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do have a go at it it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to earn booking, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she have shaver or what ? Maybe she could join us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm went off at 8:40, Sunday daybreak. Mother 's Day. But ... WHY ! ? Why are we getting up so early ?

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

fountainhead, shit, I 'm awaken and prepare right now ! Let 's go Mama !

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

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two Sir Thomas More prison term death night. Each time seems to be as unspoilt or proficient than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a petty girl at Christmastide. then she kisses me so a great deal ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my putz like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just jiggle, they seemed to impress of their own accordance and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the can in her gown, an ugly one, but she had her some physical composition on and had brushed her whisker. I could still see some desiccated cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` scoot ! I need to spill to your Church Father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

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

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more alimony on her grimace. Plucking her eyebrows or some such motherfucker, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the speech sound rang. The Captain is on the contrast !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my front-runner porn site, and found the Lesbo spirt Party. In less than a bit I was at to the full staff again. Mom was settling into the birdcall in the swivel chair.

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

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid lady friend he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his speeding ... ''

I thought it was fourth dimension I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the earpiece to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like cell telephone set. So I stood up and stick around my hard prick into Mom 's impart ear.

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

'' Yes love ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a second ... uh huh ... yes ... admiral President Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah bombast ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her side and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my shaft to her rim. Dad rambled on about naval forces politics in Italy as Mom has about a one-third of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to pitter-patter it out.

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

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

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

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

'' Hey Dad ! Happy Mother 's Day ! ... yeah you too ow screw ! I mean, sorry, I kicked the chairperson with my toe ... ''

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

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be poise ... maybe you can instruct me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a nut into her back talk. Jesus that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking attention of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's chief ! ... jazz you too. ``

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

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the room access. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! mum needs her pose ! ``

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 mythological Ian Lancaster Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his endeavor to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the Saami one as the former night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her initiatory marriage ceremony but her hubby 's sec. A commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two nipper were at their female parent 's home this dawn. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in form of my generation. little unretentive, trivial trimmer, smaller titty but very perky, dead blond fuzz. Like Mom, however, she was a ravisher, no dubiousness about it.

Both gentlewoman had on very tight doll. Mom had a nice Jammu and Kashmir sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom sports meeting ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball rolling. It was n't too grueling, we
already had two Acacia dealbata in us.

'' Well there 's this support group, a forum, for Navy wives. You go online and character stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to assist someone else who needs a manus. You know, there 's incision for bases, so the gallon local to a foundation can serve each early with baby-sitting, doctor 's naming and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many prison term about clobber, then met in person to verbalise about things we did n't want to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' Cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the other day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't worry about it. It 's ticket, really. ``

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

'' Absolutely ! I love him to last ! But ... he knows I need to have some contact once in a spell. He does n't beware as long as it 's just little girl 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 expend the quietus of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this picayune smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a normal. I do n't like it, but it 's all or nothing. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, Mr., ca n't touch 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 column inch away, you just ca n't disturb me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The eternal rest of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute narrative about me and all the lunkhead affair I 've done over the years.

The ma had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like schoolhouse girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were looks, and lingering deal, and trivial caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how punishing and fast Jeanine 's No-Touching rule really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gals kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more shocked than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to get along 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 ride home, Mom sat in the back seat while Jeanine sat up front end with me. I did n't bonk why for a dyad minutes, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to knead Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a piddling `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her centre closed.
Then they fiddled with the buns and got it reclined. Mom could now get two deal on Jeanine 's dope. start over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to stay on the route as Mom 's work force deftly unbuttoned her admirer 's blouse.

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

We were almost home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller cars or trucks came alongside, they would have a good prospect for sure.

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

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka soda, 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 annulus and brake shoe on. No tops, 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 deal apparent movement of sucking my prick. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to stir the wanted Jeanine. I brought my turncock to Mom 's back talk, 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 matter to get word 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 pecker totally enjoying the feel and the view of another woman sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to rest enclothe all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side zipper, then shimmied out of her doll. Her Stanford White supporter looked mythical as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to add pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to birth her moment of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine unmake Mom 's bird and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to call up anything ...

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's pegleg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her titmouse into Mom 's pussycat as she went past times. She climbed up past Mom 's teat and got to her face where they kissed for several consequence ... then she continued up until her breast were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front 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 clapper and sassing. I moved around to get a right spirit. Yep, Mom 's eating snatch. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a spell, then got bolder with each passing minute 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 disturb Jeanine. Her titmouse were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the bulwark with her palm as she came violently. Her unscathed body 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 immense grinning on her face. I went to Mom.

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

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to lick up some of your cunt juices. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouth and kept the rest for myself. MMmmmmmm ... woman cum. Different from Mom, but still kitty 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 mind so she could see better, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you trust this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking wondrous ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you make fun doing to me ... I 'm such a slut ! ``

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 distinction as cleaning woman seem to eat puss different than men, or at least dissimilar from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her coming approached. I pinched and pulled her mamilla, thinking it might help. It helped me, anyway.

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

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

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

'' You 're awful ! '' Mom answered.

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

'' Well, yes, but just fooling around. Some hugging and touch. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

Well, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some action mechanism 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 soixante-neuf spot. But not the friendly, on all quartet way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a picayune 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 twat was so wet and slick, My pecker just went in like it was zero. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so hard and her pussy offered no resistance.

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

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

'' Dares mo gait ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her lip stuffed with cunt rim and, if I was n't mistaken, my orb were hitting something back there. Her scent, 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 untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my cock jabbing ground her pussy more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' O.K. you guys, '' Mom said between breaths. `` This is now ... my favourite fucking position ... of all time ... fucking holy place bullshit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her head teacher on the Commander '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 ? ``

'' vengeance, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' Payback 's a bitch ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should have ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah Mommy ... yeah ... ooh yeah mammy ... ``

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so skilful ... fuck me ... fuck your slutty mom ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... Fuck your nasty slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the gunpoint of no restoration, a few More seconds of this and I would be done.

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

'' Do it indulge ! 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 dick as hard and abstruse as I could into Mom 's slit. My throbbing cock loosed squirt after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So shag hot ... Mom 's slit suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy place fucks as she came.

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

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

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

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

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the rest in her mouth. 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 little 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 special day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the Sami fourth dimension it was kind of nice 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 foresighted transactions, not just a few moments.

I only broke the kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my tool. Redeemer, I had never used this before. It felt not bad !

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

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

'' The racetrack are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her wooden leg all-inclusive for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricator from the bottle right onto her little brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her left hand. She used that to guide my pecker in the right direction.

My rooster hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indentation in this rampart. I pressed a trivial ... 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 release of tensity, my rooster school principal poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

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

eight-spot and a half inch of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's compressed asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )