( Jessica )

As I wake up the next good morning with a sore throat good manners of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the exhibitor. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a stressful week at work. Then last night happened and I 'm immediately anxious that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my married man. That makes me feel sick to my breadbasket with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the john doorway with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, good. '' It 's unvoiced to centralize on Trevor 's interpreter while thinking about what I did utmost night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him suspicious. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore throat and it 's intemperately for me to let the cat out of the bag. I think it 's from talking non-stop yesterday. ``

( Trevor )

'' Okay. Well, it 's almost 8:00, so I 'll go downstairs and get some java going for us. See you down there whenever. ``

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the way wearing an old tee shirt and pajama bloomers. Once he 's out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the Night before. Just thinking about it with images of gobbling up my son 's turncock, glob, and cum flash through my head instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clitoris. As I showered last night, I wondered how I 'd sense after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiousness from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to drive it further when given the chance. It does n't take long to get myself off, so I head to the bath and everlasting my cockcrow routine.

I put on the same free t-shirt from utmost night with a pair of lime putting surface yoga pants since my shorts got soaked. My new ensemble is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my hair into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty family room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his body of work e-mail. I go to his place and as expected, I find him at his desk in front of his work laptop with morning news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an e-mail saying I need to go out-of-state side by side Saturday and wo n't get back until of late that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four uninterrupted dark alone with Dylan. That 's the kind of chance I was hoping for. `` Are you going to be in here for a while dealing with work ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' okey. I 'm going to reach some eggs and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll institute them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

God. There 's my adulteress mother making breakfast wearing that shirt again with blotto yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her ripple butt. There 's an obvious crimp defining her late bum fling. It looks like two clump divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and push into her backside so that I can easily sense her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. morning, baby. '' Bob Dylan pushing against me flavour good, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' Morning, Mom. '' I ca n't resist touching her and twine my arms around her waist with my hands reaching inside her shirt to knead the underside of her breasts. Then I start grinding my pants-covered tool into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. '' Trevor is a tits guy and gets grossed out by the thought of even touching anywhere near my arse. I 've asked him a few prison term over the yr if he 'd be up for trying anal retentive and he 's always shied away from it, saying maybe in the hereafter. I got the suggestion, though, and stopped asking about 5 class ago. I was tired of the dashing hopes every time I got rejected and he 's never brought it up on his own. So having care shown to my ass feels expectant and lets me bonk it still looks trade good to someone.

( Dylan )

I want to bust Mom 's skin-tight pants off right now and bury my face in her fat, but tight ass. Just seeing it finis night and this morning was enough to ease up me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic tactual sensation from last night. I squeeze a little tighter and showtime increasing my pace in an attempt to dry protrusion her bum. She puts her manus out on the counter to brace herself, gives a quick sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels safe. But not now. Your don is in his office and could walk in here any second. We have to be smart. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a damn. I 'm pressed deep enough into her whirl now so that I feel her cheeks petting my erection as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and forth against the counter. I 'm tempted to choose both of our drawers off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin dick creating clash between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pant on, then remember our current situation and regain composure. `` Bob Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my boob and campaign his hips away to move around around and see a monolithic pants collapsible shelter on his crotch. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Dylan )

'' Sorry, Mom. I 'm just so corneous and you turn me on so practically. I ca n't stop myself from feeling you up. ``

( Jessica )

I like that. `` It 's OK. But we can not do this stuff when your dad is around and he can easily catch us. Ca n't do it. OK ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okay. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me have it away he 's going out of Town future Saturday for a few days. So until then, we 're just mom and son. Understand ? ``

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' shucks, a whole week. I desperately want to bang my mom right now and would do anything to convert her to let me. But I ca n't force it and bankrupt what I have. I need to be smartness and act along.

( Jessica )

I pull his dick out so that it 's standing straight up, stoop down, imbibe the fat foreland and a few more in into my mouth, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 quick times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his pants with my hand. `` One hebdomad, Mr. You can induce it. '' I hope I can make it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's mouth again sends a Wave of expiation over my body. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a crustal plate of bollock and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't charm a glimpse of your big hard-on. '' God darn, that kid 's got a in force dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and direct Trevor 's solid food to him. He gives me a spry thanks without breaking his stare from the estimator. I bend down to buss him on his backtalk with him having no idea I just had our son 's morning wood between mine. That sends a shake of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to relish my food alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how excite I am for a hebdomad from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Saturday goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Mon drags on for eternity. Tues, just four sidereal day away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Thursday 's done. We get past Friday as well as another sexless week with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a good boy all week and respected my want. I did take hold of him looking me up and down numerous times as he patiently waited. And I 'll be honest, I dressed down every Nox in a way to hitch his eye just to keep him wanting more. There was only one somebody in my life I was trying to impress all week and it was n't my husband.

On the good morning of the day Trevor is leaving us, I jump out of bed at about 6:00 AM like a child on Christmas dawn. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I complete chore around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the basement stairs at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the room access looking at me with squinch optic. `` undecomposed morning, sweetie. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' hooey around the theatre. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. OK. '' I do n't really know how to set about today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does leave, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her lead story ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

'' I was thinking. Why do n't you take me out somewhere decent to eat tonight since it 'll just be the two of us ? A amatory engagement. ``

( Bob Dylan )

I do n't have a job to pay for a repast and I do n't ingest a car. This is going to feel like a mom taking her picayune kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to reply, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

'' How about I drive us there and pay for the food, then you drive us home since I 'll probably have a few drinkable ? You have your device driver 's license, so we might as well use it. Then when we get home, we 'll see where the night takes us. ``

( Dylan )

I feel a petty better about that arrangement. `` Okay, that sounds ripe. What meter ? ``

( Jessica )

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

We wrap up our nimble conversation and go our separate way of life. I do n't see him the eternal sleep of the day as we stay fussy doing our own things. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar quickly peck on the buttock as he leaves with his luggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual needs. I head to the master bathroom to lavish and start primping. I feel agitation and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to get later.

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

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

( Jessica )

The mirror 's reflection gives me a full vista of myself in a sleeveless wine red Midi cocktail dress that cuts off at the knee. It has a recondite v-neck with transparent network detailing on the bust and lacing trimming on the bodice. The bust has constitutional padding to really relieve oneself my segmentation pop and the back zips up. There 's a side rip on the leave alone leg of the skirt with scalloped lace edging. I 'm not wearing underwear because the dress is fairly tight in the pelvis, so I want to go on it perfectly shaped.

The high gear hound are matching in color and assistant to do my ass look stronger. My hair is down and I made sure it has flock of volume. The makeup took about 30 arcminute to apply, but looks on gunpoint. The smokey eyeshadow, dark pink lipstick, and medium length press-on gel fingernails with white tips complete the look. I 'm feeling very surefooted in myself as I grab my contraband leather wristlet and head downstairs to meet my son.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the stairs, I see she 's wearing high heels and a apparel. Then she comes into full view and I can barely hold back myself. She looks elegant, sexy, and drop-off dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her flavour like this before and abide speechless shaking my pass in disbelief. Her boob look immaculate in that dress. Surprisingly, my favorite part about the look might be her pilus. It looks so wide and sexy, like it was professionally styled. Holy shit, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... unlikely. So just. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his centre survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde hair is neatly styled and he 's wearing a igniter dark dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, bleak wearing apparel pants and shoes, and a black 5-button vest with the fundament button undone. I can also see a black belt with a silver buckle peeking out from under the vest. Aside from gifts from menage, I 've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't possess an extensive wardrobe. I know this is about the overnice outfit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly appreciate his clothing choice for our date. And he looks damn good in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the vest frames him, but he looks more athletic than common. I 'd love to get him naked right now since I 've only seen him bottomless so far. In due time.

( Jessica )

'' Thank you. I 've got ta say, you 're looking pretty hot yourself over there. mommy likes. You ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm sure to take the air in battlefront of him on our way to the garage so he can learn me from behind and I immediately feel his eyes on me. I also feel something else at the Lapp clock time that I have n't felt in years ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom walk of life in front of me down the entrance hall to our garage, I have a utter sentiment of her ass as each cheek chemise with every stair she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a great job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a woman who knows to cover and present herself confidently unlike young woman in schooling who are shy of themselves or try too severely to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my eyes in her direction. Her confidence is a huge turn on. We reach the car and overstretch out of the garage in silence. I 'm stir, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a John R. Major city and the eatery is downtown, so there 's dealings to battle at 5:30 on a Sabbatum Nox in the summer. After a 40-minute drive with some humble lecture included, we reach our terminus. This is a 4-star French restaurant with a dress code that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's left side and nobble my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the lobby, we 're greeted by the boniface and shown our table.

I can feel almost masses looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the post. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Bob Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the guy are looking at me and am sure many of the woman are jealous of my particular date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't know that and I do n't design on letting them come to that conclusion. We get seated at a tabular array in the backrest quoin away from most of the other patrons and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few mo after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' Good evening and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your server, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your first time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' First clock time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

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

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our first off appointment. '' Just then, I catch a glimpse of jealousy from Caitlin and love it. That 's in good order, this hot Pres Young guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our drink Order. Dylan goes with body of water while I decree a very expensive glass of red wine.

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also admittedly. There 's nobody else around tonight, so we 're dislodge to be ourselves and not just mom and son. Remember the pattern. We are two grownup tonight on a date enjoying the other 's company, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a blastoff of excitement run through my veins.

Drinks came, we ordered food, More drinks came, we ate, and a net round of drinks came. My son, having only had water all Nox, is completely solemn. I, on the early hand, am definitely potty and tactual sensation uninhibited. As we make small talk of the town, I stretch my shoe out under the table and find his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his crotch as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as high as I want. shucks being only 5'5 '' with shortsighted legs. With that realisation, I finish my third glass of wine and put my acknowledgment menu in the deterrent pamphlet. Caitlin comes by to seize it and I reach my handwriting across the board to concur Bob Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' I 'm so make to get my son naked and on top of me.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Do you desire to go back home ? '' Can I be assertive now and tell apart her everything I want to do to her ? This position is still awkward and Weird, but my internal secretion do n't pay a shit.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

She 's going to make me say it, huh ? I had my cock down her throat a workweek ago and have been fantasizing all week about being interior of her. But now that the night is here, I 'm having a hard metre expressing myself and taking control. `` Not sure. Maybe watch a moving-picture show or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the night is still youthful. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I script him the cay and stand up to leave. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his left arm and take a breather my head on his shoulder on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the physical connection with Bob Dylan feels extra. Like he 's my man. Every second we 're touching each other, I cherish.

( Bob Dylan )

As we approach the exit, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my left script to guide her lower spinal column. But I feel my hand rest atop the shelf that is her border cheek and decide to let it expend so that the cheek is in my palm. I rub it around and palpate no underclothing lines. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a warm squeezing and marvel at its combination of firmness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a rebuff yelp and grin wide as my son grab my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any motion-picture show in our house tonight.

We get in the car and Bob Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the rider fanny so that the split on the skirt portion of my frock clearly exposes most of my left leg to him. After about 10 hour of driving, I 've seen him look over from the niche of his eye multiple times. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the essence cabinet and pull his decently hand onto my exposed thigh and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg feels so unruffled and hairless. This is the offset time I 've touched her hide below her belly push button and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can find a hearty amount of money of heat hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touching. I look over and she 's got her question tilted back with her eyes closed.

( Jessica )

His digit are only about 6 inches from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a little bit. This drive nursing home could never be short enough. He starts squeezing my intimate second joint and rubbing up and down as my pussy is crying to be penetrated. I do n't guess he can reach far enough to get inside. damn IT !

( Bob Dylan )

I ca n't reach far enough to get my fingers into her. anathemize IT ! After about 5 arcminute of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my bridge player back to finish the drive dwelling house. But then she unhooks her seat belt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 minutes to get house. I 'm pulling him out of those pants right now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my whang and unzips my pants to uncover my erecting. She wastes no prison term in stuffing it in her oral cavity and going up and down. God shit, I 'm getting road read/write head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis feel at dwelling in my mouth. I 'd love to go wild on it, but ca n't depart a mess or stains in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inches and jerk the bottom 4 remaining in with my right hand.

( Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my redress hired hand on the book binding of her headland and try to screw her oral cavity while maintaining control of the car. This is difficult to equilibrize. I decide to reduce my pelvic movement and let her ascendency most of it. She starts twisting her head teacher onto it while never coming up for a breather. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her olfactory organ. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the right of us and the driver blows his French horn. He must have caught a glance of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Some of my saliva has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't count as long as the seat and car 's upcountry stay clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can experience his cock originate a little more and his balls tighten.

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my rima oris with multiple sprays that I quickly suck down to foreclose a spate. Unlike live on week when load after load was deposited down my throat, these servings of my boy 's semen are hitting my natural language and getting tasted. And it tastes so salutary. A little bitterness, but still with some sweetness mixed in. And it 's midst to the level that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This scene is so hot. spray, gulp, sprayer, draft, spray, gulp.

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Leave it hanging out of your pants as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road head, I 'm more bend on than ever and determined to screw my son 's brains out tonight.

( Dylan )

The house 's strawman lights automatically come on as the garage threshold raises. I just hope no neighbour were looking out their window because there 's no denying what they would have seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage door and step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened shank of my gasp up with my right hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and take your pants off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind spine into the house with my erection still partially entire as I watch her ass bounciness through her dress with each step again. God damn, I want that ass. As apprise, I drop my pants on the floor along with my air-sleeve and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's room and I follow. Is this really about to pass ? Just like that without any conversation first ? I stop at the doorway as she walks to the full-length mirror next to her position of the bed and kicks her high heels off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

'' come unzip me, please. It unzips down my back. ``

( Dylan )

I enter the elbow room and approach her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her head forward so her hair falls safely away from the zip. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her butt. Then I back up a distich of feet as she lowers the frock and drops it to the floor next to her brake shoe. What 's standing in straw man of me is a workplace of art and the most beautiful woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in straw man of my son without a care in the world. The spirit is completely free and in some manner natural. I watch Bob Dylan call for the scene in from behind as he observes my front in the contemplation, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked good terminal week, but they 're sodding this week now that I can see her fully nude. And her ass ! Holy shit. It 's also staring. Plump, round, and firm with a little jetty on the left field cheek. Her pussy is shaved with just a slight bit of brown hair around the area. I can see the cesarian section scratch from when she had me and it does n't turn me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the residue of her does n't let any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my arms around her belly with my overtone erection hanging down and pressing against her ass crack. I reach up and start massaging her bosom. She lays her nous back with close up middle, so I bend my head down and start kissing the left face of her neck with her foresighted dark hairsbreadth falling against my chest. I might still be a Virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my month of dating this past year. Then she reaches her remaining hired hand behind my neck and starts jerking me off with her right hand, finger on the underside.

( Jessica )

Feeling my son 's tongue run up and down my neck flavor calming and extremely sexy. And the spirit of his dangling cock pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can tell it 's not erect, so I grab it and take off pumping. His hands are massaging my breast and we do n't say a word. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and stay within his grasp, but now his hands drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his oculus hungry with luxuria and press my backtalk against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his rima oris and I feel his tongue on mine. Oh yes.

( Bob Dylan )

I can try the wine from Mom 's backtalk as our mouths attack each other. I feel her slipping her spit trench into my sass, so I return the favor. The sound of our external respiration and spitting swapping are the just racket in the room. Then she sucks on my tongue and pulls her look away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and Forth River between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` Hang on a second. '' I reach for my phone to find a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and join my speech sound to the bluetooth speaker unit in the room as the euphony starts playing. I toss the phone to the side and Fall onto the bed lying on my back. Dylan follows.

( Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and pop licking R-2 around her flop tit. It 's getting harder by the bit, so I latch onto it and lactate it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. suction on Mommy 's bosom like a good boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 old age ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my nipples again. I can tell he 's trying to get as much as he can into his mouth and lightly nibbling on my nipple. Then he pulls back and I pull his head down onto my left breast. He devours it.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom 's tit are so big that I 'm not even shut down to fitting one in my mouth. Still, I open wide-cut and eat as often of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost like liquid state in my mouth. I start nibbling on her gummy left nipple and then suck like I 'm trying to coax Milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arch her spinal column. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

beholding my 38DD get pulled into Dylan 's mouth and feeling him suck my pap while circling his wet spit around it is driving me gaga. Then he pulls up to depend at me and I take the opportunity to push his berm so he starts sliding down my naked body. He seems to understand my expectations as he begins kissing my breadbasket and running his natural language down me. I prop a pillow under my straits so I can watch his aspect disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my natural language down Mom 's flabby belly, I start to get nervous. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to suck at it. But, the moment of Sojourner Truth is here and I have to figure out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the hips and pull her toward the edge of the bed and get on my knees. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the face, inches away. I can already palpate its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the edge of the bed, I see Dylan 's side disappear with just the top of his straits visible. I feel his breath inching penny-pinching to my skin. Come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my legs as wide as I can and see his helping hand come up to stay on my thickly interior thighs. Then, he dives in.

( Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her legs widely and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the inner bulwark of her labia, then I find her clit and start flicking it up with my lingua. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to bury my face and push my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's knife is working my slit and it 's fantastic. Licking my labia and clit were a dandy starting signal, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can hear my succus squishing against his face. This is ecstasy. I grab his hair, keep back his head in place, and start humping his human face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't care less about his words right now. `` That 's it, let your mother screw your side. ``

( Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her pelvis onto my facial expression, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to call for her to fuck my sassing, but my words are muted by her pussy. I can reek and taste her now and she 's sweet in both compliments. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my tongue as often as I can and let her pound herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' Fuck yes. serious boy, Dylan. Eat Momma 's cunt, my naughty son. '' I begin to throw my snatch up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his brass. I 'm not just fucking his tongue anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS expression to the point that his chin up gets pulled into my clit and his glossa runs down the entirety of my perineum, millimetre away from my virgin asshole. With another lieu in brain, I let go of his hair and stick out up. `` Get on the bed, on your cover. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening facial expression and lies on the bed.

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

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my brass, her locution is one of pure lust. Getting off is the exclusively matter on her nous right wing now and I could n't be glad to make it take place. Her heavy pap are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunities are rare as she grinds at the speed of lightning. She begins pulling my haircloth harder and bouncing up and down on my tongue as she stares into my eyes biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my peg start to shake. `` Oh God, child. I 'm about to cum. Keep trouncing, do n't end. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, sister ! ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

I unbutton his undershirt, then shirt, and attract both off over his head and lifted arms. As I sit on his waistline, I look down at him topless for the first of all time and he 's in often better human body than I previously thought. He has some muscular definition in his chest, shoulders, and blazon. I can also see a yoke of vena running down his arms. He does n't receive a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and K eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his hammer thicket against my hindquarters boldness. `` What 's that ? ``

( Dylan )

The mental image of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a stopper. Her huge tits are hanging down, but still house. Her stomach has a slight puffiness to it on the front, but the sides are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks unbelievable. She raises a few inches and scoots back a little more. Then she sits decent on top of my penis with it splitting her labia sheepfold. The lovingness and wetness feel like nothing else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You quick, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yes. '' And with that, she raises up about a fundament, drag my tool straight up, then lowers herself back onto me so I 'm all the way inside of her pussy.

( Jessica )

Oh God. The intuitive feeling of fullness is amazing. The dispute in girth between him and his father makes a human beings of difference. I stay still for a few secondment, then deflect down to work out his lips and tip of his tongue, sit back up, press my pilus back, and start riding my son 's massive virgin tool with a steady rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly ardent, soft, and slippery. My mom 's rose hip are going back and forward at a restrained pace, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the feeling and flavor of her being in a creation of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's rooster flavour like it was custom fitted to be inside of me. It 's a pissed fit, but oh so pleasurable. I put my hands on his hairless chest and embark on riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a pace that increases my nub rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my chest, her blazonry are incidentally pushing her white meat together to make deep cleavage. I reach up and run my hand between it as her pace increases. A couple of minutes later, she shifts her position a lilliputian so her leave stifle is still on the bed, but her mightily leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her torso angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her left breast is hanging near my fount, so I suck it back into my sassing as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

Oh wow. Dylan 's now hitting into my cervix as I increase my yard again and am slamming down onto him. It 's a upright notion. `` Oh yes, baby. You like having your female parent ride your big cock ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an amazing feeling. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a voracious stride as my gumshoe donjon hitting a wall inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right hand, digs her nails into my chest with her unexpended hand, screams out, and starts shaking on top of me. I think she 's cumming again.

( Jessica )

'' AaaaaAAAAHHHH YEEEEESSSS ! ! ! '' My boy is giving me a second sexual climax tonight. How the Hell is he still a virgin ? His repeated pounding into my uterine cervix made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll have to call back this position for time to come use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts chess opening and end her legs, like she 's trying to hale the last bead of her juices out. She 's got her tit pulled from my rima oris and mitt on the cover of her foreland now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big pap are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a outstanding view of her because her back is arched, so her chest of drawers is pressed forward. That leads my middle up her neck to her beautiful face, then to her now mussy haircloth. She looks like the prototype of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my putz and get on my knees. `` Get on all fours. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to take me doggystyle ? '' I assume the locating for my lover and soon find him enter me from behind. Oooh shit, he 's getting even thick than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her twat. As I go in and out, I get hornier watching her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. They create a small-scale fold at the top where they meet the minor of her binding, so I grab the fold like a handgrip and start driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's prick feels so sound inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can learn him fuck me from behind in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Watching his construction lets me acknowledge I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to take everything from me that he wants. The caput of his cock starts flicking against my g-spot every time he pushes in, so I start pushing back into him.

( Dylan )

Mom and I are now fucking each other like cony in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and ascertain her tits swing around as I control her from behind. That 's a skillful look. I can also see her watching me in the observation. We make eye contact and briefly grinning at each other. Then she looks over her left shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

'' Keep riding me, baby. I want you to cum in me. ``

( Dylan )

That makes me start out pounding her harder with the strait of my renal pelvis smacking into her ample ass cheeks growing louder. I move my paw to take hold of the position of her hips and pull her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my shaft deep inside of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the external heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's pecker smash my g-spot. It 's almost too much to care. I collapse face-first onto the bed and Bob Dylan stays attached. I see in the mirror that he has put himself in a push-up location and is driving downward into me now. Knowing he wants this as a great deal as I do makes it palpate right. Then, I start to feel the chill inside myself with a moving ridge of joy hit. My hamstrings tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's cock. He does n't retard down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

3 god darn coming, shit. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's shaft. And he knows how to use it. Then Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big putz go in and out of me and my brain is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Dylan. Fuck mum 's cunt and cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. '' I grab his arms and have got tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my legs around him to draw out him closer and grab his ass with both hired man as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can feel myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive bosom roll up and down as I hold her hips and puff myself into her. What a sight that is. Her helping hand are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my natural language into her back talk and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our knife to fuck the other 's mouth. I feel my dick twitch and glob tighten, so I pull my face back to look at her. She gives me her devilishly smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum cryptic inside her snatch. I ca n't end fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my germ as deep into her womb as I can get it with the potent orgasm I 've ever felt. I want to multiply my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his warm semen shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his aspect the total fourth dimension and lie with I 'm giving him something special. I feel special because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly snaffle his hair which redirects his eyes to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Dylan )

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

We did it. I just fucked my female parent and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The feel is a little confusing because everything that transpired over the last 40 minute was info overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and roll onto my support beside her. There 's an hearable wet plop when I unhook my putz from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no sorrow. It was an unbelievable experience. And on top of that, he 's incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting Thomas More of that. I turn my head to my right field to look at Dylan as I feel his warm jizz running down onto my ass. `` Savior, that was amazing. What 'd you think ? ``

( Dylan )

I turn my head to look at Mom. `` I have no words. It was incredible. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want more of you, Mom. I feel uncontrollable when I 'm near you. I ALWAYS want to rip your clothes off and get inside of you. ``

( Jessica )

'' Good. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

That news sends a moving ridge of excitement through me. I ca n't hold off to do this again.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

tinker's damn it. `` OK. I 'll see you in the morning ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's side of the bed. The only principle is we sleep naked. allot ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

We get ready for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing promptly glimpse with each other in the mirror as we brush our dentition beside each other. We finish up and go up into bed under the natural covering. I roll over and give Bob Dylan one more deep buss. `` Good night, my making love. ``

( Dylan )

'' serious dark, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Dylan 's chest and he rests his left hand on my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers. This is virgin bliss. I lay my left arm across his waist and drift off to sleep with my defenseless son under me .