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mother '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 early, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter original, that 's the stock response. `` And yourself ? ``

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

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

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. Please severalise me you sent something ? ``

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

He had to send something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italia. Dad was a Captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road 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 gear Gulf War. He was a Amytal Angel Falls for 3 years, including serving as Flight leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under pressure, and a fucking singular guy and a big dad.

The only problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed Thomas More than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough client as Thomas Kyd growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My senior brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He 's now living in New House of York with his new married woman. She and Mom are cordial but a picayune strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my lowest class of the day on Th, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my history professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for rest home. My lady friend and I broke up last calendar week so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was destitute. Texting me all fucking day, getting tempestuous when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within second. Hey infant, I was taking a examination, calm down. No ! You do n't love me rant blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a couple days, and with Dad being gone so a lot, Mom really looked forward to my time at nursing home with her. She 'll be felicitous to see me home betimes, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by reasonably straightaway, and I pulled into our petty mansion. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really Worth. Just a perk that we do n't distinguish the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 sleeping room, colonial vogue, big in-ground pool in the vast backyard. I stepped out into the rut. It 's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the threshold and stepped into the cool down sign. I heard some funny dissonance upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom take in some multitude up there ?

I walked up the step to inquire. I did n't hollo out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The noise was citizenry, fair sex 's articulation, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the lobby, stepped into my parent 's chamber, and got the shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her foreland propped up on some pillows. Her large tit cradled between her arms. Her subdivision were together because she had two manpower on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her scanty pussy.

But that was n't all.

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

I turned my head to the matted screen door on the wall, the generator of all the stochasticity. A pornography played, a bunch of girl doing one of those lesbian squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had blossom Tucci, a smuggled skirt named Jada something, Britney Stanley Smith Stevens, and a cluster of others, too. The erotica is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her fount by all the other doll. But, it looks pretty often like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the breaker point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their pass towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covering fire. However, that took a few more minute as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was form of singular, or even damn amusing. 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 land and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

I turned and walked back down the stair, and out the room access, with Mom calling my public figure the whole way.

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

I begin to head up to the state highway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to schooltime. I did n't bang 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 piece of ass did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nonentity 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a John Roy Major fucking pothole receding in the length. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the social movement rack go all wobbly and give away. I managed to pull over to the side of the route. Looking under the look 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 arcminute and towed me to the nearest auto repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

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

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

'' I 'm so sorry Travis I can explain -- ''

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

'' brand sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

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

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

I went up to my elbow room and shut the doorway. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so discombobulate. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron party, all the Jnr military officer would just sort of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the bag, no let me get the ice, I 'll get more ice ... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a rush 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 roleplay 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 Force base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some form of liasion shite with the boys in Amytal. We met in the'O'ball club, and I know it sounds speechless, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 mo. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was sr. than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

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

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

'' You probably do n't require to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. thing that parents do n't normally percentage with their tike but, in illumination of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out aunty Betty 's renowned chicken formula. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two week were up, he had to go back to CA. 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 mathematical group, politics play a big part of your furtherance. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big plus < i > to your father 's career ! '' She posed for a mo, sticking out her chest 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 have your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a lilliputian flirt goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The 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 little whispers at commencement, perhaps some benevolent face from former wives. They knew. Finally, individual 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 fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. go on to be the 'good Navy wife'and arouse you two boys and make a spirit for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't easy, and we had a lot of fight. Some very big one. '' I remember some of those. Not good times. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to Death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it dwelling. I turned the other brass, looked the former way, what ever you want to cry it, and we have a pretty good biography for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't have a go at it, 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 Father very much. Always have. And I love our biography together. I would n't sell it for the creation. '' She was grave, not just bull-shitting me.

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

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

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

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy Hero of Alexandria. Shot down bad guy rope, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his pecker hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written alphabetic character. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's rip 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 geezerhood, but in the same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our sand, our deep, deep guts ! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a lilliputian marijuana cigarette sitting today. You were coming household tomorrow, so ... ''

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

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

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

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

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 front me and gave a quick 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 mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird theme, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology classes ? I searched instead for that tribade pip-squeak party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so a good deal that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of Wyrd. It 's more that, this is just form of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a fucking blast ! They are either some great actresses ( dubitable ) 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 times in a 45 minute flick.

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

I slept pretty adept that night. I 'd like to tell you about some crazy sex pipe dream, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's house. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the leghorn will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a squeamish breakfast of eggs and Sir Francis Bacon and hash Robert Brown. She asked for my assistant in the garden ; it was sentence to plant some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my load underdrawers and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rakehell and mitt and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes 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 millimetre passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... private area. She also had on one of pappa old naval forces khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt buns and tied them into a Calidris canutus in front. This exposed some of her paunch to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glint at her bare middle for quite a while.

Wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her asset and was ready to ascribe her a number ? This is n't decent !

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

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn eminent number for a mid-forties woman. fountainhead, fuck you. And the cavalry you rode in on. Mom was rather Junoesque at five hoof it nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her bod, while not bantam like a starving exemplar, was very pleasing. Her knocker were ... big. I do n't fucking hump how big. Is the cup sizing that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. doubly that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a haltere top. But the best role was her font. Good chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the nigh piece. She kept her tooth livid, which makes one immature looking. But the best persona were her centre and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey motherfucker, her center lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

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

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

We got the flatcar out and the surface soil and worked the soil together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to works heyday to establish it wait dainty. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to works and make things grow. We chatted about all variety of stuff, until she brought up a good story bailiwick out of the blue.

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

I raised my head up from the excavator and looked over at her. She was sitting on her genu with her legs tucked under her. Her knocker jiggled as she tried to break open a plant flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old tee shirt, kleenex in the sleeping room refuse can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a kitty ! '' Not really dependable. Sam was a tough guy and played college football game. But still, he was n't much with the ladies.

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

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

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well looking at at my gene puddle ! '' I argued. `` I did n't hold much choice of not being a sex daimon. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

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

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

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But call up, 'We always tell the truth in this house'! 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 somebody loses control condition ... ''

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

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

Holy fuck what did I just paint a picture ? One of us watch the early masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick fucking puppy and I do n't know if there 's a Shangri-la but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the other derelict and pervert and killers and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

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

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

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no linguistic rule ! It 's jut win or turn a loss, mummy ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure as shooting to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should sprain a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and seize some fucking roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her intimation just barely tatty enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God shucks kids ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up straight and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her limb way up in the air. Her chest swelled to enormous proportion as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

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

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her byplay like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the following. And another one. Christ ! How many buttons are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied right at her belly button.
I could now see uncovered boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, wickedness, and deep. But I have hope to keep. And many solar day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my oeuvre, trying to veil my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my berm. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a paw to grab a petunia and place it in the undercoat. Her breasts swayed back and Forth River, 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 total tits. Not the mammilla, of course, they were straining her shirt.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, that. give up it or I 'll go on work stoppage and make a union and picket your house. 'Unfair to proletarian'. ``

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 hosiery going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the rest of the tools.

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

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

'' okeh, stand back. The water shoots out pretty tough. '' Always thinking of how to be expert to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the hooter and sprayed my base and got the malicious gossip off. Got the dirt off my shins and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and shooting me in the crotch ! And the chest and font ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking piddle felt COLD !

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

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

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one Thomas More sentence. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... delay ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my branch. She 's not light as a plume, but it was n't a problem for an Adrenalin and hormonally charged young man.

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

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hosepipe urine was common cold ! We do n't sour on the pool fastball until Memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing cargo short. The kind with ilk 17 pockets and diddly-shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming luggage compartment ! I could barely actuate, and I used to be on the swimming squad ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked strong and view Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, lousy, cheating little love child ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriate piece of shucks ! ``

I turned to help oneself her out so she would n't luxate. As Mom rose out of the weewee, so did my shaft. Rise, that is. Which was n't that big of a job, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water system, the cold water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipple had hardened to near ball field strength, and they made certainly everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her physical structure, leaving nothing to the imagination. Oh look, there 's even a lilliputian mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her school principal back to collect up her hairsbreadth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at full attention and did n't be intimate what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't unplayful, rectify ? Is it ? shag !

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

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

Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to wrap up them up. That was fishy, because her dumbbell 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 fibbing ! '' I called to her. She flipped me off.

Well, I thought. That was form of a fun afternoon.

(. Y. )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a frigid 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, Sojourner Truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some distributor point in my life-time. But ... shit ... it was n't all the metre, hardly ever. I just did n't believe of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

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

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds unspoilt ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't have intercourse it was this unvoiced not to touch myself !

In my room, I heard the rain shower go on. Mom 's naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the import of the true. Are we kidding around or are we playing with attack ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll regain out.

I walked down the vestibule to her bedroom.

Put my hired hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a shtup pussy.

Then I began to distort the knob.

Locked.

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

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

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be quick to leave around 6:30. Dinner mental reservation are at 7. clothes variety of nice. Love, Mom.

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

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hour or so later. Poked her pass into the report, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my decent black pants and a Black silk shirt, it 's got some white footling paisley action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmas Day and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my dentition, shaved, spiked my hair up ... roaring. Looking pretty needlelike ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

I stopped speaking. I stood at the pedestal of the step as Mom tiptoed down in a melanize dress and high cad. But that 's like saying the Eiffel tugboat is a metal structure.

This clothes, wow ! Satiny material, cryptic and dark total darkness. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real number slutty, but it was tight up top. Very closely. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small baseball glove around her sonsy consistency. You could see some apparent motion in the dress. I was n't sealed, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some musical accompaniment for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past times, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a fiddling string of false baseball field going across the spinal column, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the humble of Mom 's back. The very small of it. the smallest constituent. What I would call, 'Below the swath'even.

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

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her saturnine hair done differently, some big curls and waves and somersault instead of her common vapid. shadow red lipstick and gorgeous eye makeup completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

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

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

'' Like the skid ? ``
blackness patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra shoulder strap that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern states. The blackguard were perfect ; high, but not so richly as to make one look stupe when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

Dad 's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some twelvemonth back and he probably put 200 sea mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a year on it just trying to keep it running, too. Brits, right the great unwashed but do n't understand much about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the service department. Mom reached for the doorway to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her side. Taking her handwriting, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the locomotive engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a riotous and serious ride !

I popped the hold and pull down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a couple power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right by the front door. That 's respect !

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

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

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

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

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

The server came up right away.

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

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... female parent ... you insolent, arrogant, insulting fool ! ``

Mom did a typeface palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a bunch of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucketful with Fritz'compliment, a poll'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't take 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 lilliputian hoot ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your female parent, then maybe we should sit a trivial bit closer, do n't you call back ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hair as we sipped Champagne. unspoiled man, that Fritz.

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

The dinner party was grand. The filets were tender and succulent, the potatoes fabulous, and the caller was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. shoulder joint, or metrical unit, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with level of bad girl Quaker and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different level, we could babble out about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner party came to an end. The hitch arrived, in the amount of xl seven one dollar bill. 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 dancing piazza around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastic hoodooism Lounge ! You can leave your car here and foretell us to come get you ! I will call off my booster at the door, you wo n't wait in seam. ``

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

Fritz went into fully flabbergast fashion. He stumbled away, flushed but smiling.

The Voodoo couch ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 swallow. But Fritz got us set up with a squeamish piddling booth far enough away from the band so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

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

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

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

'' This is ... SO lots FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so a great deal sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Confederate States ? ``

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

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, Confederacy. ``

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

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

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

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her finisher still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her heading lay on my shoulder joint. With her blackguard, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch short than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to stabilize her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her wearing apparel. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a petty bantam string.

I was trying to preserve my tremendous erecting from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the back of her garb and cupped a warm ass boldness. My Mom 's warm ass nerve. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a smell off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and found her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a little something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck opening, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small osculation in the worldwide area. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being heedful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a short more.
I was n't certainly if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the saltation floor. I whispered into her ear.

'' dixie, I want to see you masturbate for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no front, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her caput. Yes.

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

'' Travis ... beloved ... ''

'' Yes, Confederate States of America ? ``

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

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

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

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in forepart 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 require everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink rescript, 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 answer to her touch. She kept her hired hand there. I tried not to cogitate about it, but ... I caved in.

'' fountainhead, no admiration. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Confederate States of America ! I meant Dixieland ! You look sensational. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the miss, too. ``

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

'' Anything else I can get you folks ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just leave alone these here then ... ''

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

'' I have to go to the noblewoman way. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

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

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two Danton True Young guys ! And she was doing a shot ! And laughing ! And another shot ! Fuck !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss amercement, '' she said. A small slur to her language. `` I just needed another drinkable to ... well ... I have to allow in something to you and it is n't leisurely. '' Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of dim material.

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

'' I needed to take on to you that you won ! I had to go to the ladies room so I could cum and not make a mess hall out here ! I 'm so fucking wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a loathsome smile and nodded her head.

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

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

She was in a hurry to notice a wastebasket, or a flora, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab plate so I could monitor her on the way. She only got mad the one meter, outside the clubhouse, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her way and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her feet a fiddling. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't fucking loose at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would experience tomorrow, I hauled her into the H2O W.C. and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink in some water and go pee. After several bit, she got down about 12 ounces of urine. The altogether time she was spouting off `` I 'm drab I 'm dreary ''. Yep. I know. I 'm no-good 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 placement', so if she gets sick again she 'll be alright.

okay, 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 covers next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the side by side day, I was reading some poppycock on the iPad when I heard the family creaking a bit. Somebody upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some thing ... but I 'm pretty for certain I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a fringe, 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 sorry 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 serve 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 ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't cognize what I was thinking utmost night ... I was ready to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really work out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' well, Mom, that 's not the only opportunity we 'll ever have. ``

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

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

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

So I played for a couple time of day, it really helps me to relax and not think about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.

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

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

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my rooster, and masturbated in the peeress way. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a brace hours, form of measure from running around town.

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

I went back on a higher floor for awhile. I had to recollect. I was ready to nail my mom last night, and today, it 's like nothing happened. spinal column to formula. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a urging of the import thing ? Random fortune ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and laborious, 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 annoy, it was like my pedigree was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the pit 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 let the cat out of the bag. Now. ``

'' Well, sure honey have a place -- ''

'' 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 sure Mom. Or if you want to be Confederacy, that 's OK too. ``

She shook her oral sex, but held her arms up for me.

'' Well then, Travis. Come and afford your mom a hug and a buss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my deal on her face, I leaned in and kissed her with all the assuage mania I could muster.

Her cushy brim yielded to mine. Our brim folded into each other, gently, testing each early. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a petty tongue inside her backtalk, rubbing it along her dentition. It felt like spark flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our organic structure blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long sentence. Both of us were breathing faster, our lineage racing through our trunk. Our mollify heat turned to furious rage. My foreplay was physically apparent to her, and I 'm for certain she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to rush matter. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, levelheaded woman. You do n't get womanhood like this everyday. I 've had mountain of girlfriends, but not like this one.

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

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

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her elbow joint so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lip slowly.
I bent down to make off my skivvy. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Ashcan School inches ? '' she asked, grinning.

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

'' holy place shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a womanhood 's shirt, but looks like a man 's hanker arm whiten wearing apparel shirt.

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

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

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

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial military capability jobbie, no amount of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting posture and kissed her operose as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, Deliverer ! Three fucking sweetener ? Finally unwrap it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her complete breast. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 moment, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at to the lowest degree half a minute of arc as they heaved with each breathing time. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

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

I undid her capri drawers and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red thong. I flung the pant behind me, again admiring the scene of my raw mom, spare for the little patch of crimson held be some diminutive material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's drawing string broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her knocker splayed out to the sides, her bare pussy looked so inviting. I reached over and fan out her branch, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

But the looking in her eyes said, come in and get me, now !

I climbed between her stage, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her school principal with my entrust hand and held her neck, while my rightfulness snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it leisurely. The tip of my peter found an amazingly hot and wet patch. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a minuscule, my stopcock entered her pussy and went in about an inch or so.

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

We looked in each early 's center as I sank my prick lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a fiddling, then just drilled through the last four inch up to the hilt.

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

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to take in sexual love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my turncock down at it 's total depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My pet whoremonger is to displume my turncock out most of the way, and then ride it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprisal, it 's probably every guy 's favorite antic. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each dense climb-down and speedy knife thrust back down brought a quick little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make indisputable I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to encounter my knife thrust and I tried to practice her through the fuck bed. Last night I gingerly held her white meat, this good afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her intemperately and pulled her mamilla and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for honey life as I dropped my left helping hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her cigarette intemperate, I could make love faster. Both of us were breathing through our lip, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for several minutes. I buried my look in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out munition so I could accept a serious flavor at her. She cupped her chest 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 ... make love me ... have it away me ... screw your ... mom ''

That familiar intuitive feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slip both hands under her ass cheeks. My right paw went further into her slippery go. I rubbed her little back door for a few moments, and easily slid my middle fingerbreadth up inside her ass.

'' Jesus of Nazareth ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, baby ! ``

heaving, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... fucking ... love you ... ''

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my world-class squirt Mom 's bitch contracted as she orgasmed, too. squirt after spirt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one form'...

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

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the respectable ... the best piece of tail I 've ever had. ``

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

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

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

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, love ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A little tired. Give me a couple minutes though, and we 'll get down round of drinks Two ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Oh my bed God, Travis ! I have n't eaten a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was good. I thought it was hot. So did my tool. It sprang back to full enduringness 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 substructure, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my dick with her glorious lingua, we never broke eye physical contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

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

And she was good at it, too. fast pressure, estimable tongue action, no dentition, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good affair about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes more stimulant to cum than the first-class honours degree one. I got to love Mom 's cock sucking a well long time.

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

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a complaint. ``

'' You do ? ``

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

She smiled her award-winning grin again, and crawled up my body, dragging her toothsome hangers up my chest of drawers. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dark nipples hung an column inch or more from her declamatory aereolas, she let it browse my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my back talk. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to draw all of her tit into my mouthpiece. My hired hand grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the bullshit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to wet-nurse so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 long time too late. Still I sucked this one breast for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. goodness, I 'm happy she 's not bored.

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

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

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

'' God no ! observe going ! It 's like the scoop massage in the creation ! But do n't impact my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a tentative look, then I cupped her pussycat mound and chafe my palm into her clit.

True to her Holy Scripture, she shuddered and came, right then. Kind of a belittled one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my cock inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work 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 reach it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to love her pussy slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the piece of ass ? Was my dad, the war hero sandwich, a aggregate retard ? He did n't like this ?

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

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

I pulled my stopcock out of it 's menage, but I brought it to a place just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my putz as well as her nipple at the same time. The fact that now her cunt juice was on her tit and my cock only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her snatch with my hand, getting more succus, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her breasts and held them wide, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my pecker entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her terrific tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my peter head would come to her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

well, with her encouragement and with that often pressure from her teat, I had little choice.

My first cum blast went right into her oral cavity, followed by the indorse. The shoemaker's last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipple. Mom swallowed down her loads, then she bent her headway and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

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

A lot of the prison term, ok almost all the fourth dimension, when I eat out a woman, there 's variety 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 puss. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 minutes. I also did her trick, which was to take care up into her center. But most of the clock time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her tit being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to maintain her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realisation 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 figure out 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 clock time, she coated my face with her female person cum.

'' seminal fluid here, babe ! '' she said, with her paw outstretched for me. Grasping my case, she kissed me deeply. her spirit actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my Kuki-Chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' trusted, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm trusted we can find out some lubricating substance or -- ''

'' Travis, favourite, the um ... the 'tracks have to be net'. You ca n't do that if there 's a string in the station. ``

It took me a yoke moments.

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

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the place will be unclouded tomorrow daybreak. ``

'' Yeah sister ! That will be my mother 's Day present to you, an anal tone-beginning ! ``

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

'' So Mom, tell apart me more about this fair sex the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh, OK. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how nice it would be to have an climax without being alone all the time ! We were quite tope, and we said we should help oneself each other out.

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

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I surmisal, she called me. She was watching some erotica and ... she came with me on the speech sound. ``

'' 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 Same elbow room. We promised. We said we were n't tribade, just kindred spirits looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very nervous. After our s field glass, which polished off the feeding bottle, I took a deep breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my sleeping room is connected to the cyberspace, if we wanted to observe something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we research for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian pip-squeak party'. And ... holy place nookie. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

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

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word, if it is a Holy Scripture ... Debauched and incorrect and verboten, 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 wearing apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should disrobe, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got bare. And, to narrate you the truth, I 've never seen a grown woman naked, in my genuine presence before.

'' I got, very aflutter 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 video screamed and sprayed an tremendous small fry 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 pegleg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was decent. Very nice. To have a warm body adjacent to me.

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

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

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

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

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to try it, her. But I could n't take myself to interbreed that melodic phrase. 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 business. ``

'' 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 require ? ``

'' 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 ... Sep ? Yeah ? well, final exam are in two week and then I 'm done for the summer. is n't that some phrasal idiom ? 'The Long, Hot, Summer'? ``

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

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

'' Do you need that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to give him conduct some blue oral contraceptive and begin fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't know what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 transactions ago, and then the fricking tangible earthly concern reared its ugly head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched geartrain on her. `` What I do eff it, we should go for a skillful brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to establish reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a mesa for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

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

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

well, darn, I 'm awake and quick right now ! Let 's go Mama !

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

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

Mom came out of the bathroom in her gown, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her hair's-breadth. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't separate her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to speak 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 criminal maintenance on her expression. Plucking her eyebrows or some such shit, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the phone rang. The police chief is on the air !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favourite porn web site, and found the Lesbo spurt Party. In lupus erythematosus than a moment I was at full staff again. Mom was settling into the birdsong in the swivel chair.

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

'' Yeah, he 's o.k., he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that poor fish girl he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an changeling, but she was just about his fastness ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the phone to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like cellular telephone earphone. So I stood up and stick to my severe cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes dearest ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a second ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Johnson 's married woman ? Really ? '' and blah fustian fustian ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her side of meat and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my cock to her lips. Dad rambled on about Navy government in Italian Republic as Mom has about a one-third of my hammer in her mouth. Suddenly she had to ptyalise it out.

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

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

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

commodity God, I 'm rightfield here ! But she had to make it count in effect. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

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

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

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

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

Mom could secern we were getting done, so she ran into her bath and locked the door. shit !

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

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

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

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

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

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in variety of my generation. picayune shorter, footling trimmer, smaller breasts but very buoyant, short blonde hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very cockeyed skirts. Mom had a nice Jammu and Kashmir sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a knit blouse.

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

'' Well there 's this sustenance grouping, a forum, for navy blue wives. You go online and typecast stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help person else who needs a script. You know, there 's division for bases, so the gals topical anesthetic to a base can help each other with sit, doctor 's appointee and affair like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about material, then met in person to talk about affair we did n't desire 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 fine, really. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Go on, '' I said.

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

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

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

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The moms had many more Acacia dealbata, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were tone, and lingering manpower, and piddling caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and libertine Jeanine 's No-Touching prescript 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 hail with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her boob 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 hired man and whisked me away.

For the ride menage, Mom sat in the bet on nates while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't know why for a couple second, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a petty `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hired man 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 eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the rump and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's dope. beginning over her shirt. I had to swerve various times to ride out on the road as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

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

We were almost home plate when Mom took off her own perspirer. I hoped no taller cars or trucks came alongside, they would take a good view for sure.

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

They went upstairs while I made myself a Nice vodka restorative, with not practically quinine water. I figured I could n't touch, but I could keep an eye on ! I headed upstairs.

The gal were on the bed, but they still had their skirt and horseshoe on. No teetotum, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's knocker. I know the feeling ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a mitt motion of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to bear on the preciously Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

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

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

'' You guys going to stick around dress out all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side zipper, then shimmied out of her chick. Her white garter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed cunt. I guess she forgot to bring step-in today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her second of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine undid Mom 's dame 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 ...

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's legs, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her breast into Mom 's pussy as she went past times. She climbed up past Mom 's titmouse and got to her nerve where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's cheek. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was in good order in movement of Mom. Christ Jeanine was aroused, I could smack her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and back talk. I moved around to get a meliorate look. Yep, Mom 's eating snatch. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, 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 affect Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her puss into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass boldness and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her palm as she came violently. Her whole body shook and trembled as she screamed `` Fuck '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl ointment and this huge smile 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 snatch juices. ``

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

I held Mom 's chief so she could see serious, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' darn yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, yes, but just fooling around. Some kissing 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 peter needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the house, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a soixante-neuf position. But not the friendly, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her pegleg over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

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

Mom 's snatch was so wet and slick, My cock just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so toilsome and her cunt offered no resistance.

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

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

'' Dares mo stride ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her mouth stuffed with pussycat lip and, if I was n't mistaken, my balls were hitting something back there. Her nozzle, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my ball were dragging on something ! The thought of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my prick poking ground her slit more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' okeh you guys, '' Mom said between breathing spell. `` This is now ... my favorite fucking position ... of all time ... fucking holy place asshole ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't contract and just rested her head teacher on the commandant 's wife 's cunt.

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

SPANK !

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

'' vengeance, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning gracious and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' break

SPANK !

'' well you probably should have ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mamma ... yeah ... ooh yeah Mommy ... ``

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so dependable ... fuck me ... have it away your slutty mammy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... screw your nasty hussy .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

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

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

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

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as hard and mystifying as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing cock loosed spurt after wondrous spurt cryptical inside her. It was like shooting gas into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's pussy suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Saviour and the holy place screwing as she came.

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

The moment my cock came out, my sperm 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 sass. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and hail 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 several transactions of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

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

We were disappointed, but at the same time 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 retentive bit, 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 shaft. Deliverer, I had never used this before. It felt not bad !

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

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

'' The tracks are shed light on ! '' Mom said, and she spread her ramification widely for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricant from the bottle right onto her slight brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricant into her go out hand. She used that to guide my cock in the properly direction.

My dick hit a wall. No time lag. There 's a little indentation in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indentation let me move forward ...

I locked heart with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her pelvic arch and tried to propagate her legs wider.

With a sudden release of tension, my pecker head poked through her sphincter muscle. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With little thrusting, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lubricator overcame the friction and down I came.

Eight and a half column inch of pecker, mine, were buried in Mom 's squiffy asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )