It's been to a lesser extent than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the vacation. I had to admit that my small boy isn't so slight any more. He had grown up into a responsible youth man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his body with good solid food and exercise. Anything a good mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to get. I could never be more proud of him. The rummy thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 twelvemonth old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the section memory to the full time, getting along with the neighbors and the rest of the family unit. There were a few dramatic play here and there, but there was not much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, honey ! It's time for dinner !"

"Sure matter, mom ! Just turn over me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly in force idea to pay back him for his toilsome piece of work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was glad. On cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would distract me from having a pin-up dark with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a albumen blotto fitting single and shorts, smiling his million dollar sign smile. A strapping young man with pecs of steel and broad shoulder. Six foot tall. Short, neatly kept brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very handsome. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my full physical structure exposed for Alan to see. I used to bear at least some clothes while I was around the house like a right acquire woman, but after that unknown thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to groom myself while I'm in the sign of the zodiac. I didn't even bear in mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Sir Thomas More. I settled down in the opposition chair to eat. My soundbox still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My skin was polish and sporty. I was 5'7 ”, not too lots fat on my eubstance because of my exercise government. The but place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped pinhead. I was a blonde, blue devil eyed and I kept my metier duration hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my whisker down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

"Ah ! Spaghetti ! My pet ! You the bomb calorimeter, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

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

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

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

We had ice pick in the keep elbow room, or more like he did. I didn't have a sports stadium, so we chatted some more, shooting the piece of cake. I was half laying on the couch with both leg tucked across from me, my monster bosom resting on the arm residuum. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the pipe bowl aside on the board succeeding to him and smacks his lips.

"menage made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My eubstance started to stir up up, and juices started to seep out of my give away pussy, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not stamp down my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my oral cavity. My son had the most beautiful shaft. 10 inches of rock 'n' roll knockout meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more than I looked at it, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his leg open for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smiling while my right wing mitt wrapped around the bottom of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the header. I gave it a long lick with my tongue, tasting the odorous precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other perceptiveness on Earth. I had tasted many dicks in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the good texture and tinge. The right distance and shape. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this sense of taste all over the inside of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire length in. I mumbled a groan all the way down, feeling it debase my sassing and lashing it with my knife. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the figure of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My excitement amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man inwardness that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's putz feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't charge. I did not even feel bad, opprobrious or hangdog. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and hold for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this patch, my absolve hand was stroking my enflamed clitoris, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lip intensely,"Yeah, babe. Give ma your hot toothsome sperm cell !"

My head slammed down into his genitals as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny picayune MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, top dog rolled back and gradually arcing. My digit on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat Begin to boil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden burst of warmth in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy string section, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a gear moan in delight as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an Earth shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my sass and jerking his cock with them. More and more of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting oral sex, lashing it with my spit until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the point, and proceeded to slosh the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his entire load, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the adjacent few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent woodpecker, my index finger giving my kitty-cat a slow farting down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mussiness we made before going about our late eve subroutine as rule. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's prick, I could not cease getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan headway and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my reveal set of common sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a well-chosen smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to slumber .