It's been LE than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the vacation. I had to admit that my short boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible immature man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking forethought of his consistency with good food for thought and exercise. Anything a good mom would bang to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more proud of him. The funny thing was though, he had still yet to get a girl. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorce twelvemonth ago, working my job at the department store full time, getting along with the neighbor and the rest of the category. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, honey ! It's fourth dimension for dinner !"

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

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly dependable theme to pay back him for his hard work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would perturb me from having a lovely night with my son. No LE that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a Patrick Victor Martindale White tight fitting exclusive and short, smiling his million dollar smile. A strapping untested man with pectoral of steel and across-the-board shoulder joint. Six foot tall. shortstop, neatly kept Robert Brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very better-looking. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my pap a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my intact body exposed for Alan to see. I used to fag at least some clothes while I was around the house like a proper grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not require to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done More. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my spring chicken. My skin was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my example authorities. The only if place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped breast. I was a blond, aristocratic eyed and I kept my spiritualist length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my haircloth down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

We had dinner like a convention family would have. We chatted about each other's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did matter that went with our weekend function, like clean the star sign, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dishes, Alan casually turned to me.

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

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

We had ice cream in the support way, or more like he did. I didn't have a pipe bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the piece of cake. I was half egg laying on the lounge with both legs tucked across from me, my gargantuan tits resting on the arm rest. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice pick. After he was finished, he sets the stadium aside on the table next to him and thwack his lips.

"Home made ice pick. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the hot seat while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juices started to ooze out of my exposed twat, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his trunks to pull them straight down along with his underclothing. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not bottle up my brim from automatically parting. Something inside my headspring switched on, and all I could recollect about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 column inch of John Rock backbreaking meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his legs open up for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right hand wrapped around the bottomland of his cock to stroke him, coaxing the succus to seep out the mind. I gave it a long lick with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste perception on earthly concern. I had tasted many putz in my juvenility, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the rightfield texture and tinge. The mightily length and frame. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this gustatory modality all over the inside of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire length in. I mumbled a groan all the way down, feeling it elongate my lips and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the caput. My excitement amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's dick feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden affair I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and time lag for the tasty booty that I was working it towards. All this piece, my free hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

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

My head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny petty MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him thrill uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, psyche rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat begin to boil over. He reached his eyeshade quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heating system in my backtalk. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy strings, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a monger moan in pleasure as I caved, my purulent convulsing hard from an earth shattering sexual climax, continuing to lock my lip and jerking his cock with them. More and more of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting headland, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the headspring, and proceeded to splosh the assemblage of cum in my backtalk, tasting the fragrance like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his entire load, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the next few bit cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my indicator finger giving my pussy a slow wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our latterly evening routines as normal. All the patch, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not stop getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan drumhead and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common common sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a well-chosen smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .