It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came dwelling from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my little boy isn't so slight any more. He had grown up into a creditworthy untried man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking maintenance of his body with salutary food and utilisation. Anything a good mom would get laid to see their lovely, growing offspring to suit. I could never be more proud of him. The suspicious thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 yr old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the department memory fully sentence, getting along with the neighbors and the residue of the family. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not a good deal to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

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

"Sure thing, mom ! Just give 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 just idea to reward him for his severe employment. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for piece of work after he graduates. I was well-chosen. On swarm 9. There was not a lot on my brain that would trouble me from having a lovely Nox with my son. No less that a few proceedings later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight adjustment one and shorts, smiling his million one dollar bill smiling. A strapping untested man with pecs of sword and encompassing shoulders. Six human foot tall. Short, neatly kept Brown University hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very bighearted. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my mamilla a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely raw, my entire eubstance exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some clothes while I was around the planetary house like a right grown fair sex, but after that strange matter that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not require to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done More. I settled down in the opposite president to eat. My consistency still had a lot of heartiness from my youth. My hide was quiet and light. I was 5'7 ”, not too often fat on my body because of my employment authorities. The only when place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped dumbbell. I was a blond, naughty eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my fuzz down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

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

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

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

We had ice ointment in the animation room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the piece of cake. I was half laying on the couch with both branch tucked across from me, my giant tits resting on the arm rest. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the table next to him and peck his lips.

"Home made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juices started to seep out of my exposed slit, 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 repress my mouth from automatically parting. Something inside my head word switched on, and all I could believe about was sliding it into my sass. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock candy hard meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his legs undefended for me to get airless, all the patch looking at me with that million dollar grin while my right hand wrapped around the ass of his beam to stroke him, coaxing the juice to ooze out the mind. I gave it a long clout with my tongue, tasting the confection precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on Earth. I had tasted many shaft in my youthfulness, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the right grain and tinge. The right length and configuration. 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 discernment all over the interior of my oral cavity, and before I knew it, I had sucked the stallion length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch my sassing and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the conformation of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My excitement amplified as I tasted to a greater extent of him, and I started a steady calendar method of birth control, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's hawkshaw feverishly with abandon. It was the juicy and most forbidden matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even palpate bad, black or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and postponement for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my free mitt was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him moan,"Suck it hard. You know you want that heart. Suck it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hired hand while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, babe. ease up momma your hot pleasant-tasting sperm !"

My head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and steamy slight MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My finger's breadth on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the rut begin to moil over. He reached his point quickly, and there was a sudden salvo of heat in my back talk. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy string section, and tasted as dulcet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in delectation as I caved, my kitty convulsing hard from an earthly concern shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my sassing and jerking his putz with them. More and to a greater extent of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to slosh the collecting of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, titillating soup. Then, with a swift swig down, I swallowed his entire payload, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the adjacent few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index number finger giving my pussy a slack idle words down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our late eve routines as formula. All the patch, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not quit getting so worked up. I had never thought that giving Alan headspring and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common sense. It was almost abnormal, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a glad smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .