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Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey sea captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in forepart of the other, for velocity ! '' He 's a paladin original, that 's the banner reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm highschool swiftness, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the naval forces, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good.

'' You 're going home for Mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

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

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

He had to get off something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italy. Dad was a maitre d', bucking for full admiral, so he was very busybodied. The firm 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 hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnect War. He was a Blue angel for 3 long time, including serving as flying Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's aplomb under ardor, great under pressure, and a screwing shady guy and a enceinte dad.

The just problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed Thomas More than half my life.
My comrade and me were pretty tough customer as child 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 older chum never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the bounds. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are amiable but a fiddling strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an electronic mail gust 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 home. My girlfriend and I broke up last hebdomad so I had no ground not to go home early. speech production of fucking imbecile, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't repay the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey baby, I was taking a trial run, calm down. No ! You do n't love me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a couple years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at dwelling with her. She 'll be happy to see me home early, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by fairly quick, and I pulled into our little hall. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay pull, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell apart the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedroom, compound expressive style, big in-ground pond in the Brobdingnagian backyard. I stepped out into the oestrus. It 's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the threshold and stepped into the cool down house. I heard some funny noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some mass up there ?

I walked up the steps to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The racket was hoi polloi, char 's voices, sounded like they were having a political party or something. Could n't earn it out exactly.

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

Naked.

On her back, her head teacher propped up on some pillows. Her large tit cradled between her arms. Her weapon system were together because she had two workforce on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

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

I turned my head to the flat screen on the bulwark, the reservoir of all the haphazardness. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those sapphic jet drunken revelry. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one little girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chick. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all brighten like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the pointedness of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the masking. However, that took a few more indorsement as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of odd, or even damn rum. But at the import, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our country and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

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

I begin to channelize to the state highway to link up the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a John R. Major fuck pothole recession in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets uncanny, and the front steering wheel go all wobbly and take a crap. I managed to pull up over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metallic bar hanging down. I do n't cogitate that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

'' shuffle sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to feed her a dig.

Click.

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

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

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so unearthly, seeing Mom naked was so bedevil. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron political party, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the meth, I 'll get more than ice ... all that kind of poppycock. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would cry at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty horseshoe, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you screw 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 fundament in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some form of liasion crap with the male child in blue. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minute. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and variety of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you child say, we hooked up. For two weeks straight. ``

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

'' You probably do n't desire to take heed this, but I need to excuse some things to you. affair that parents do n't normally portion with their kids but, in light of certain ... consideration ... I think you deserve to lie with. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous crybaby recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks 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 group, politics play a big constituent of your advance. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your Father of the Church 's career ! '' She posed for a here and now, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the plot. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big office. 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 little 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 on-key to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The Lapplander, 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 showtime I heard of it. Just short whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic expression from other wives. They knew. Finally, mortal told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urge outweighed his vows. It was n't his fracture, he said.

'' So I had a alternative. Continue to be the 'good navy married woman'and provoke you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a while 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 engagement. Some very big unity. '' I remember some of those. Not good times. `` But in the end, I wanted the sprightliness. I wanted a husband who loved me to dying and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a static menage for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the former face, looked the early way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't have it off, 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-God very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade it for the world. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some answers on her activity 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 month, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 month. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her fork on her plate.

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

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. barb down bad hombre, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his prick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner party. She even pulled out some of her letter 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 letter. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my ally you saw today, is another navy wife. She 's new than me by a few years, but in the Saame boat. We got rummy once and spilled our sand, our deep, cryptic guts ! And after several month of talking, we decided to have a small marijuana cigarette session today. You were coming nursing home tomorrow, so ... ''

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

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

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

'' Ok Mom. wellspring here 's a Truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this percentage point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to stand. But I 'm deplorable I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very prissy hug. She cried a little bit on my articulatio humeri, 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 afters, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very timeworn. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my nous unwind from all of this. As I got play out, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old deary. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird issue, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some Truth to all that King Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychological science classes ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN spurt party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's sort of weird. It 's more that, this is just variety of ... wrong ... on so many grade, and yet these chick are having such a fucking blast ! They are either some dandy actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just screw this cocksucker. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex daemon and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 bit flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a supporter, too. Maybe Mom would care to eat that chick 's kitty-cat and whoa ... nookie ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to keep on it 's head up down or that mother fucker would hit me in the eye or even go on the rampart. It 's happened before, trust me.

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

(. Y. )

I slept in boulder clay about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the master 's away, the sailor will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and haschisch browns. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to plant some flowers. In the old prime bed off to the incline of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my lading shorts and a jersey. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and slant and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red myopic trunks. And I mean dead. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her legs separate from her midriff. At to the lowest degree two millimeters past her ... private sphere. She also had on one of dada old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the recollective shirt dress suit and tied them into a air mile in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a 2nd, I could glint at her bare midsection for quite a while.

time lag ! 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 assets and was set up to assign her a number ? This is n't right !

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

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn high routine for a mid-forties charwoman. Well, shtup you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather stately at five human foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her framing, while not bantam like a starving modeling, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking screw how big. Is the cup sizing that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or Thomas More. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a hemp top. But the Best part was her face. Good Kuki-Chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. decent skin as she kept out of the sun for the nearly part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one untested looking. But the trump component part were her oculus and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her eye 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 great smile, too.

'' Easy Panthera tigris, you do n't experience to do it all in one second, you know ! ``

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the earth together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to plant flowers to lay down it look gracious. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutical to plant and take a crap things grow. We chatted about all variety of stuff and nonsense, until she brought up a good story issue out of the blue.

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

I raised my capitulum up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her articulatio genus with her branch tucked under her. Her bosom jiggled as she tried to break spread a industrial plant flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old T-shirt, kleenex in the chamber drivel can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that grinning again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' fountainhead, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really lawful. Sam was a punk guy and played college football game. But still, he was n't practically with the ladies.

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

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

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well spirit at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have very much selection of not being a sex fiend. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

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

wellspring she was properly about that, my shit gets everywhere.

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

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

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

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to stimulate the early mortal learn them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some variety of purge fucking puppy and I do n't know if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the early derelicts and pervert and killers and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this piece of ass hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my jersey over my head to try and watch some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the theme away from some other fucking Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that was invading the flower bed.

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

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no principle ! It 's jut win or lose, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the twelvemonth, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure enough to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little More away from her so I can bend over for her and snaffle some roll in the hay roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her intimation just barely aloud enough for me to get word her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn nestling ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

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

'' You were in good order, '' she said. `` It 's damn hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking expression as she went about her stage business like I was n't there. She undid the top release on her old ratty shirt. Then the future. And another one. Christ ! How many push button are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied aright at her belly button.
I could now see exposed boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, darkness, and rich. But I have promise to keep. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to blot out my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my articulatio humeri. Mom was on all foursome, moving about, lifting a hand to snaffle a petunia and place it in the ground. Her breasts swayed back and forth, and they shook and trembled as she moved about the garden.

'' Alright ! '' I yelled. `` Foul ! ``

Mom smiled at me sweetly, her breasts hanging down such that I could see about 47 % of her total teat. Not the mammilla, of course, they were straining her shirt.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You put away the cock ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hose. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hosepipe going, washing down the bricks of all the malicious gossip. I took in the residual of the tools.

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

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

'' O.K., stand back. The water shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thinking of how to be trade good to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the snout and sprayed my feet and got the scandal off. Got the soil off my shinbone and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that filth onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and shot me in the fork ! And the chest of drawers and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking weewee felt frigidity !

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

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

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

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my munition. She 's not twinkle as a feathering, but it was n't a job for an adrenaline and hormonally charged young man.

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

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

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

Savior ! I thought the hosepipe water was cold ! We do n't wrench on the pool heater until Memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing loading boxers. The kind with like 17 pockets and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely travel, and I used to be on the swimming team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked tough and enamor Mom, gave her a Yankee on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating picayune bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating composition of shit ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the piddle, so did my shaft. ascending, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the cold water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near adamant strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet stuff clung to her body, leaving cipher to the imagination. Oh spirit, there 's even a trivial gram molecule on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her straits back to gather up her hairsbreadth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous pap even more. I was now at good tending and did n't screw what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right ? Is it ? Fuck !

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

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

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

I patted her butt as she walked past.

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

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

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

(. Y. )

I got out of the exhibitor. Yes, it was mostly a frigidness one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't require to lose ! Ok, accuracy be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... shit ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

'' honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean 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 steakhouse. The kind where a potato is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds secure ! '' I dried my privates but kept moving. ass ! I did n't know it was this hard not to tinct myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my script on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

fuck gripe ! 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 surreptitious one.

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

(. Y. )

Got a schoolbook from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to forget around 6:30. Dinner arriere pensee are at 7. frock kind of nice. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't roll in the hay that you do n't have spell out every watchword in a text. Or she does n't conceive in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

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

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my fuzz up ... boom. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a black dress and high heel. But that 's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a metal structure.

This clothes, wow ! Satiny material, deep and dark Joseph Black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't existent slutty, but it was tight up top. Very tight. Fitted, I guess is the full term. Fitted like a small mitt around her voluptuous body. You could see some motion in the attire. I was n't sure, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to render some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked retiring, I got another surprise. The attire had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of faux baseball diamond going across the dorsum, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's binding. The very small of it. the minuscule percentage. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a fiddling play for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a take flight inch as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her iniquity tomentum done differently, some big curlicue and Wave and flips instead of her usual matte. Dark red lipstick and gorgeous eye war paint completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

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

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

'' Like the skid ? ``
blackamoor patent leather, stiletto bounder, and extra strap that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern land. The heels were double-dyed ; richly, but not so high up as to make one look pudding head when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

Dad 's panther, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to get it. He inherited it from a full-bodied uncle some long time back and he probably put 200 Admiralty mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollar bill a class on it just trying to keep it running, too. British, good people but do n't understand much about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitty. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the threshold to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her slope. Taking her hand, I eased her into the seat.

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

I popped the clutch and tore down the street. 13 minute of arc to go ! We screeched and careened and did a couple tycoon glide but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet de chambre took the car and backed it in, right field by the nominal head door. That 's respect !

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

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

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

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

Mom made sure to sweep her knocker against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a lulu as this ! You need your money Cy Young man !

The waiter came up right away.

'' Good evening 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 ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, insulting fool ! ``

Mom did a cheek 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 crowd of faculty rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucket with Fritz'compliments, a pate'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 near and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

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

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you guess ? '' 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. Good man, that Fritz.

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

The dinner was tremendous. The filets were ship's boat and succulent, the Irish potato mythologic, and the companionship was ... Creator. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. articulatio humeri, or groundwork, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt wanton, almost natural. I regaled her with taradiddle of bad little girl Quaker and bad sex sentence ; now that we were on a dissimilar stratum, we could let the cat out of the bag about a lot more than stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of xl seven dollars. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

'' Hey Fritz ? '' I asked as we were leaving. `` Can you recommend any dance spot around here ? ``

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

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

Fritz went into full flabbergast mood. He stumbled away, crimson but smiling.

The juju lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a skillful petty booth far enough away from the band so we could spill the beans, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up banding played 80 's pop medicine, Mom 's ducky. Having grown up in her house, I
knew nearly of the songs too.

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

Who could reject ? Not me. The storey was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super Freak'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some jackass Gimlets.

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

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Confederate States of America ? ``

'' Yes, Dixie ! It 's variety of a slutty name, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

holy place shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too often thinking ...

'' Let 's dance some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly good story. But then. One of her pet birdsong came on. 'Lady in Red', a dumb song about dancing with his buff. I was make to evacuate the dance flooring, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and arrest me. ``

'' Yes, dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right paw on the little of her back. Her bare back.. My left hand held her correct hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

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

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her hound, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch brusque than me.
I pretended to hit and pulled her tight, to stabilise her of course. Her second joint pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my lilliputian finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little bantam string.

I was trying to observe my enormous erection 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 rachis of her dress and cupped a warm up ass impertinence. My Mom 's fond ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a look off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to wait 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, just below her good ear. I lingered, and kissed a few Thomas More little kisses in the full general field. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being deliberate of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't for sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the saltation floor. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no campaign, then a rebuff, almost perceptible nod of her question. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a bit, though. I want to see you polish off. '' Again, a head nod. I released her right hand so I could put both arms around her shank, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

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

'' Yes, Dixie ? ``

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

'' I do sleep with you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a intemperate pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fuck ? 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 front of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dance level, Mom holding my bridge player and me trailing her very closely. I did n't need everyone to see I had a monumental hard-on.

The waitress took our drink club, and Mom snuggled up against me in the lowly booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a piffling pat. It throbbed in answer to her touch sensation. She kept her hand there. I tried not to believe about it, but ... I caved in.

'' wellspring, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Confederate States of America ! I meant Dixie ! You look arresting. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my articulatio humeri and arm. I swung my liberate script over and under the tabular array. I reached up and cupped her other boob, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her pap rose to greet my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my finger's breadth. 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 these here then ... ''

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

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

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

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two young guys ! And she was doing a guessing ! And laughing ! And another snap ! Fuck !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A small slur to her oral communication. `` I just needed another drinkable to ... well ... I have to acknowledge something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my pantie ! Or ... well not scanty ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to wear anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nozzle. They were wet, and the unassailable womanly odors coming off them was unmistakable.

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

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

Mom smiled a skanky grin and nodded her head.

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

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

She was in a hurry to find a wastepaper basket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home so I could monitor her on the way. She only got fed up the one clock time, outside the baseball club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her skid, gently, caressing her invertebrate foot a niggling. I eased her out of her attire, which is n't fucking slow at all with a dead-drunk somebody. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink in some body of water and go pee. After several minute of arc, she got down about 12 ounces of water. The unscathed prison term she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm deplorable ''. Yep. I know. I 'm good-for-nothing too.

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

okey, yes it did fall out to me to feel 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 adjacent day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. somebody upstair is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm reasonably sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a knock, 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 slovenly woman. I 'm so sorry Travis, thanks for getting me place. ``

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

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... damn. I 'll just say it. I do n't have intercourse what I was thinking last night ... I was prepare to, um ... piece of ass you, and I thought if I got enough alcoholic beverage 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 Confederate States ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' fountainhead, Mom, that 's not the only probability we 'll ever give birth. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right matter to do. The instant was right, the clip was right, 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 up the stairs. I heard the shower go on.

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

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

Eventually, Mom came back down, all fairly and refreshed. She looked fucking neat, actually.

'' Do n't stop over, hold on playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some oldies ! ``

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

'' Let 's go get the cars and some lunch, '' 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 bosom, footing my raging rooster into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ma'am way. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a couple hours, kind of musical rhythm from running around town.

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

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to apprehend my mom death night, and today, it 's like nada happened. book binding to normal. But I 'm not liking rule. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the instant thing ? Random fortune ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and hard, seriously hot and sound. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My ventilation became reprimand, it was like my line of descent was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the Scheol is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the puddle. With a methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

'' Oh hey, dearest. Just relaxing a bit -- ''

'' Mom. We need to talk. Now. ``

'' Well, certainly honey have a seat -- ''

'' 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 certainly ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm surely Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okay too. ``

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

'' Well then, Travis. ejaculate and hand your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my handwriting on her impertinence, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle passion I could muster.

Her easy lips yielded to mine. Our sassing folded into each other, gently, testing each early. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like electric discharge flew when her natural language met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her unfreeze arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a farsighted time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our ennoble passion turned to wild cacoethes. My arousal was physically manifest to her, and I 'm for sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't need to cannonball along things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get women like this everyday. I 've had mickle of girl, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our candy kiss and just smiled at each early, 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 elbows so she could catch. Of row, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her glossa over her rim slowly.
I bent down to take off my skivvy. When I stood up, she gasped.

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

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

'' sanctum shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a char 's shirt, but looks like a man 's long sleeve white-hot 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 material ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

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

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 endorsement, but this was unlike. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at to the lowest degree half a minute as they heaved with each breathing space. My turncock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't halt now, child ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her coxa for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the aspect of my au naturel mom, spare for the slight patch of crimson held be some tiny material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's drawing string broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her chest splayed out to the sides, her unsheathed pussycat looked so inviting. I reached over and spread her legs, her odour immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my mind many prison term, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the early way, or playing with her tits until she cums or maybe ...

But the flavor in her eyes said, hail and get me, now !

I climbed between her legs, and rested my body mostly on my human elbow, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my left hand handwriting and held her cervix, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

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

I pressed in a lilliputian, my cock entered her pussy and went in about an column inch or so.

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

We looked in each former 's eyes as I sank my cock lower ... and deeper ... into her puss. I fucked back and forth a petty, then just drilled through the finally four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch turncock lay deep inside Mom 's tight, aroused hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each early. Her wooden leg naturally wrapped around mine as we began to make lovemaking. Pressing into her, my hip mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a piece, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my dick down at it 's full depth.

Mom broke the osculation, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite thaumaturgy is to pull my shaft out nearly of the way, and then tantalise it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's front-runner deception. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and fast jab back down brought a quick fiddling `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to work sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to touch my driving force and I tried to practise her through the fucking bed. Last Night I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her mamilla and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for darling life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass face. Cupping her butt hard, I could get it on faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel hammer continued pistoning inside her for respective minutes. I buried my face in her neck opening, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out subdivision so I could take a good flavour at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her Kuki was resting between them.

'' You ... are ... so beautiful ! '' I managed, through the panting.

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That familiar spirit opinion was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and skid both hands under her ass cheeks. My veracious hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little back door for a few moments, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

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

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

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

My coming hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first small fry Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one flesh'...

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

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the best ... the scoop fucking 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 serious to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A little stock. return me a couple moment though, and we 'll commence Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a bout Two in a long 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 conceive it 's hot. ``

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

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't eaten a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was rightfulness. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to full strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the counter, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the nucleotide, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my gibe with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye liaison. She pushed out some originative remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

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

And she was good at it, too. Firm imperativeness, good tongue activeness, no teeth, and she really seemed to savor it. The undecomposed matter about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes Thomas More foreplay to cum than the first one. I got to love Mom 's blowjob a dear long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to make love that men are optic, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awe-inspiring nipple into drama, 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 heed. ``

She smiled her award-winning grin again, and crawled up my eubstance, dragging her delectable hangers up my chest of drawers. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dark mamilla hung an in or to a greater extent from her large aereolas, she let it pasture my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The teat expanded in my mouth. I opened my sass as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my sassing. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the diddly-squat out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck so laborious she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 twelvemonth too late. Still I sucked this one titty for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my font so I was nearly smothered.

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

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

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

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

'' God no ! Keep going ! It 's like the unspoiled massage in the world ! But do n't reach my kitty, or I will cum. ``

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

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

I got back in between her pegleg and slipped my hammer 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 aid me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her justly one.

I pushed her boob up so she could contact it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.

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

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

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

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

I pulled my peter out of it 's home, but I brought it to a place just as nice, Mom 's tit. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her nipple at the same clip. The fact that now her bitch succus was on her tit and my cock only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my hand, getting to a greater extent juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her chest and held them wide, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my cock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her tremendous teat. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my rooster head would reach her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her mamilla like a madman.

'' Cum in my mouthpiece, cum in my lip, or on my human face, just cum on me ! Come on, cum for me ! ``

Well, with her encouragement and with that much pressure from her tits, I had short choice.

My first cum attack went right into her mouth, followed by the mo. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her tit. Mom swallowed down her incumbrance, then she bent her head and work out and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her peg and breathed in her heady aromas.

A lot of the time, ok almost all the fourth dimension, when I eat out a woman, there 's kind of a method acting going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my side all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 bit. I also did her trick, which was to attend up into her eyes. But about of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her breast being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to keep her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time affair. I do n't sleep with how this will work in the future with early people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth fourth dimension, she coated my face with her distaff cum.

'' ejaculate here, baby ! '' she said, with her mitt outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her tang actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' sure as shooting, but not now. ``

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

'' Travis, favourite, the um ... the 'tracks have to be crystallize'. You ca n't do that if there 's a train in the post. ``

It took me a couple moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for the Nazarene rice beer. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

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

'' Yeah babe ! That will be my female parent 's Day present to you, an anal attack ! ``

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

'' So Mom, differentiate me more about this woman the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

'' Well ... the Nazarene this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

'' Mom, I 've eaten your slit. I 've seen you suck strut. You can say me about your little 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, fine. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how prissy it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the fourth dimension ! We were quite salute, and we said we should help each other out.

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

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I guess, she called me. She was watching some porn and ... she came with me on the telephone. ``

'' holy place shit ! '' I interjected. `` That 's hot ! What did you do ! ``

'' I did what any full-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 lesbian, just kindred spirits looking for a niggling companionship.

'' So then, she came over after luncheon. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine-coloured. We were both very nervous. After our second glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a deep breathing space and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the net, if we wanted to watch something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian squirt political party'. And ... holy fuck. These cleaning lady, they were such ho 's ! They were so brassy and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just pathetic. ``

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

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks stunned. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word, if it is a word ... Debauched and improper and taboo, and therefore it was also VERY aphrodisiacal to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my clothes. Jeanine thought maybe we should peel, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got naked. And, to recite you the Truth, I 've never seen a grown adult female naked, in my actual bearing before.

'' I got, very flighty again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked dead 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 pip-squeak on the early gal. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our wooden leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To possess a warm consistency next to me.

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

'' Nowhere near as gracious as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good kisser, I just kind 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 pussycat into her rima oris. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my Pus. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

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

'' I guess. But, since we 're talking ... what are we going to do ? With ... 'this'... with us ? ``

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really have a plan. Um, what do you want ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a while at to the lowest degree. ``

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

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

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

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to draw him get some Amytal oral contraceptive and embark on fucking me again ? ``

I did n't resolve. I did n't screw what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real world reared its vile head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't recognize. '' I switched geartrain on her. `` What I do have it off it, we should go for a Nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make arriere pensee, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a board 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 went off at 8:40, Sunday sunrise. 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 time. I want to be awake and ready. ``

well, squat, I 'm arouse and ready right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the privy, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good fucking 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 erection just hanging out. We fucked two Sir Thomas More clock time last night. Each clock time seems to be as soundly or substantially than before. When Mom seed, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a piffling girl at Christmas. then she kisses me so very much ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her bosom did n't just wiggle, they seemed to move of their own conformity and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the can in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her tomentum. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to blab to your father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

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

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more criminal maintenance on her face. Plucking her eyebrows or some such damn, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the phone rang. The Captain is on the argument !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favorite porno site, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In lupus erythematosus than a minute I was at full moon staff again. Mom was settling into the Call in the swivel chair.

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

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a oral contraceptive, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid miss he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his amphetamine ... ''

I thought it was meter I got involved in the outcry. Mom was holding the sound to her decent ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like cell phones. So I stood up and nonplus my heavy shaft into Mom 's left ear.

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

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

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her weapon system to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the president with her, and forced my dick to her brim. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italy as Mom has about a tierce of my cock in her oral cavity. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my pharynx. Yes that would be great ! We 'd have intercourse to see you following calendar month for a calendar week ! That 's so awesome ! ``

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

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

trade good God, I 'm right field here ! But she had to build it look good. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

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

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

'' So you 're coming household soon ? ... that 'll be cool ... maybe you can instruct me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her sassing. Jesus that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking tending of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's boss ! ... bonk you too. ``

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her toilet and locked the door. tinker's damn !

'' out-of-doors up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! mummy needs her exhibit ! ``

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 Sir Alexander Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his drive to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the former night, ASKED if there were any female parent present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband 's second. A commanding officer in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two nestling were at their mother 's house this cockcrow. Jeanine was to beak them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. short shorter, little trimmer, pocket-sized breasts but very chirpy, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very tight chick. Mom had a decent cashmere sweater which really accentuated her physical body, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

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

'' fountainhead there 's this reenforcement group, a meeting place, for United States Navy wives. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to serve person else who needs a manus. You know, there 's incision for Qaeda, so the gals local to a foot can help each other with baby-sitting, doctor 's appointments and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many time about hooey, then met in somebody to tattle about affair we did n't want to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' assuredness ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the former 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 married man ? ``

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

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

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

'' Go on, '' I said.

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

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

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

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mummy had many more mimosas, 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 feeling, and lingering work force, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how intemperately and debauched Jeanine 's No-Touching formula 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 come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we 'd see her again sometime.

'' All of you ? Or just you ? '' she asked, smiling. Mom grabbed my hand and whisked me away.

For the ride home, Mom sat in the plump for butt while Jeanine sat up nominal head with me. I did n't know why for a couple minutes, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hired man first appeared from behind the fundament. I looked over at a red Inner Light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's entrust chest. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two deal on Jeanine 's boobs. First over her shirt. I had to cut several sentence to stay on the road as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

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

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

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out figurehead. '' I said to nobody. The young lady were lost in their little dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to tear Mom out of the car, she did n't desire to exit Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka tonic water, with not often tonic. I figured I could n't relate, but I could see ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their doll and shoes on. No tops, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the feeling ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hired hand motion of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, thrifty not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my rooster to Mom 's back talk, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her nerve. `` Oh my god, you guy rope 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 blowjob action.

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

'' You guys going to ride out dressed all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the English zipper, then shimmied out of her dame. Her white supporter looked mythic as it framed her trimmed kitty-cat. I guess she forgot to bring pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to make her present moment of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine unwrap Mom 's chick and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to commemorate anything ...

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's ramification, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvic girdle, crushing her knocker into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up past Mom 's tits and got to her fount where they kissed for various moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's fount. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was horny, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's look and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting glossa and mouth. I moved around to get a ameliorate look. Yep, Mom 's eating slit. 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 touch Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her slit into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her palm tree as she came violently. Her whole dead body shook and trembled as she screamed `` shtup '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's facial expression ; all covered in girl cream 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 work up some of your cunt juices. ``

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

I held Mom 's question so she could see better, and I massaged her mammilla for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

'' She 's licking your snatch, 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 slut ! ``

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

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

'' dirt yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

'' You 're awesome ! '' Mom answered.

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

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

wellspring, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some military action today, now. I 'm the Man of the sign, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine placement. But not the well-disposed, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her leg over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a short work to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with more than one other soul 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 null. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so hard and her puss offered no resistance.

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

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

'' Dares mo pace ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her sassing stuffed with pussy mouth and, if I was n't mistaken, my nut were hitting something back there. Her olfactory organ, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my balls were dragging on something ! The thought of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my cock push ground her pussycat more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' okay you guys, '' Mom said between breather. `` This is now ... my favorite fucking situation ... of all time ... fucking holy shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't decoct and just rested her head on the air force officer 's married woman 's cunt.

I had a cargo hold on Mom 's rosehip, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' payback 's a kick ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass face was turning dainty and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' pause

SPANK !

'' wellspring you probably should hold ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so good ... hump me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your fornicatress ... Fuck your awful slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few Thomas More seconds of this and I would be done.

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

'' Do it mollycoddle ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty bitch ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my dick as voiceless and bass as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing turncock loosed spurt after fantastic spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's kitty-cat suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy screwing as she came.

I do n't get it on 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 period in her back talk. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and come and get some.

Mom spun around and she and Jeanine kissed a cummy kiss.

I lay back on the bed, and then Mom came and kissed me with a petty bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After several minutes of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

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

We were disappointed, but at the Same time it was variety of dainty 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 longsighted minutes, not just a few moments.

I only broke the osculation to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my putz. Saviour, I had never used this before. It felt dandy !

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

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

'' The tracks are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her peg widely for me.

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

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricating substance into her left hand. She used that to guide my rooster in the correctly direction.

My hammer hit a wall. No wait. There 's a minuscule indenture in this wall. I pressed a niggling ... the roughness let me move forward ...

I locked center with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to go around her branch wider.

With a sudden release of tenseness, my cock top dog poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With niggling thrusts, my tool forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty physical structure. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

Ashcan School and a half inches of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's miserly asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so wrongly ... this is all so legal injury ... but I like being a trollop ... I 've pushed it

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

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )