( Greetings ! This one 's maybe 45 moment long. Bob Hope you enjoy it ! )




mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey leghorn ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front end of the other, for focal ratio ! '' He 's a attack aircraft pilot, that 's the banner response. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high speed, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the navy, just going to college, but I know the patois pretty good.

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

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going household, uh, Friday afternoon. After socio-economic class gets out. please tell me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the opinion that since his wife was n't his mother, he did n't need 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 send something because he was TDY ( temporary worker duty ) in Italia. Dad was a chieftain, bucking for full admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my wedge. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first Gulf War. He was a blue Angel Falls for 3 years, including serving as trajectory drawing card. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Reagan, he 's coolheaded under fire, cracking under pressure, and a fucking suspicious guy and a heavy dad.

The only trouble is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty ruffianly customer as tiddler growing up, but we were no friction match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was sufficiency'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a trivial strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last course of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blow from my History professor that the Fri course was cancelled.

sang-froid. I went to the fraternity, packed up my squat and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up last workweek so I had no grounds not to go home early. Speaking of fucking half-wit, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting furious when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within endorsement. Hey babe, I was taking a exam, calm down. No ! You do n't love me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

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

The two-hour driveway went by pretty quickly, and I pulled into our picayune planetary house. It 's a Navy-owned business firm that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay economic rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't recount the taxpayers about. Anyway, the home is 5 sleeping accommodation, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's unearthly, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the room access and stepped into the cool house. I heard some singular noise upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom induce some masses up there ?

I walked up the stairs to enquire. I did n't visit out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The noise was people, women 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the mansion, 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 headway propped up on some pillows. Her large breast cradled between her branch. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. pink, I think it was. They were laying right following to each other, their weapon system and leg touching each former. One of their legs was overlapping the former gal, I 'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my head to the flat screen on the paries, the source of all the noise. A pornography played, a bunch of young woman doing one of those sapphic squirt drunken revelry. Actually, I had seen this one. It had prime Tucci, a Black person chick named Jada something, Britney Smitty Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her font by all the early chicks. But, it looks pretty practically like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all exonerate like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the pointedness of the story.

The level is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another bare woman.

All this takes longer to identify than it actually took piazza, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both cleaning lady jerked their oral sex towards me, screamed, and tried to find the top. However, that took a few Sir Thomas More endorsement as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was sort of funny, or even anathemize mirthful. But at the moment, I was pissed.

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

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

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

I begin to head to the motorway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't have a go at it what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the rider rear when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the nooky did I hit ? The car is still moving ... cipher 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major ass pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and give away. I managed to perpetrate over to the side of the road. Looking under the front man end, I could see a metallic element bar hanging down. I do n't reckon that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 instant and towed me to the approximate auto fixing sheik. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a spry 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 abode yet. hypothesis I have to present Mom. I dialed her up.

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

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

Click.

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

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

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folk music had squadron company, 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 trash, I 'll get more ice ... all that variety of stuff. Dad would get a flush out of it. She was a serious looker, for for certain. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty place, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my release 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 know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

'' Um ... at some spread or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air force out base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion Irish bull with the boys in blue. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds obtuse, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was senior than me, 8 years, and form of saw me as a plaything.

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

I sort of blushed and turned my head word. I do n't require to try about this !

'' You probably do n't want to hear this, but I need to explicate some things to you. Things that parents do n't normally plowshare with their kids but, in light of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's celebrated chicken recipe. My preferent. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to California. On a notion he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a calendar month later. ``

'' Now, in the Navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your forefather 's vocation ! '' She posed for a moment, 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 schmoose your commanding officer, or have your married woman do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a small dalliance goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always truthful to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically admittedly to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, however, can not be said for him. ``

I sat very still. No. Say it ai n't so. My dad would never do that.

'' The Blue Angel Falls, that was the first I heard of it. Just little rustling at starting time, perhaps some appealing looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, person told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me Sir Thomas More than anything, but his urge outweighed his vows. It was n't his flaw, he said.

'' So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife'and call forth you two son and take a shit a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a spell 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 fights. Some very big ace. '' I remember some of those. Not good multiplication. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a static home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activeness, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to hollo it, and we have a pretty skilful 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 scrape his ass in world, let alone fool around. ``

'' I ... I did n't cognise, Mom. ``

'' Of course you did n't ! It 's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it 's all gone now.

'' I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade it for the creation. '' 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 months, 8 months, one sentence he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her ramification on her plate.

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

'' I kept mentation, he would just go to me at some point. But, he 's up for full 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 United States Navy Hero. Shot down bad guy wire, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letter of the alphabet from him from way back. He was apologizing for some womanhood named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my supporter you saw today, is another Navy wife. She 's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got wino once and spilled our moxie, our deep, deep moxie ! And after several calendar month of talking, we decided to have a slight roast seance today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the first clock time ? ``

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

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

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

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very nice hug. She cried a picayune bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to confront me and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

'' I love you too, Mom. '' And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my intellect unwind from all of this. As I got shopworn, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some searches for MILF BIG pap and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some verity to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology classes ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so a good deal that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's sort of Weird. It 's more that, this is just kind of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a blooming attack ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this turd. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 multiplication in a 45 minute flick.

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

I slept pretty adept that night. I 'd wish to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I did n't actually birth any.

(. Y. )

I slept in trough about 10 on Fri. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's plate. But, obviously, when the sea captain 's away, the sailors will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and Francis Bacon and hash browns. She asked for my assistant in the garden ; it was time to flora some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my shipment shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and roue and baseball glove and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few moment later, wearing some red poor underdrawers. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her legs split from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... common soldier area. She also had on one of dad old navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the yearn shirt hindquarters and tied them into a knot in nominal head. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college bird ? I was mentally tabulating her asset and was prepare to assign her a number ? This is n't right !

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

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn mellow number for a mid-forties woman. Well, fuck you. And the buck you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five metrical foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her dumbbell were ... big. I do n't fucking live how big. Is the cup sizing that authoritative ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the full region was her case. beneficial chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the well-nigh portion. She kept her tooth white, which makes one new looking. But the skillful function were her eyes 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 peachy smile, too.

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

We got the flat out and the topsoil and worked the ground 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 prime to make it count nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant life and pee things grow. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a funny remark bailiwick out of the blue.

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

I raised my psyche up from the power shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her legs tucked under her. Her chest jiggled as she tried to break unfold a industrial plant flat.

'' I did n't get laid we were speaking of masturbation ? '' I said. Or asked. form of both.

'' I just wanted to let you have it off that you were the winner. '' She said.

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you sleep together ? ``

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, curmudgeonly old T-shirt, kleenex in the bedroom scraps can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really true. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he was n't much with the ladies.

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

'' Well, how do you think I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex ride. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, first light, noon, good afternoon, night time ... hold ... 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 look at my factor pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't possess a great deal choice 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 pee each former uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too messy. ``

wellspring she was right about that, my tinker's dam gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But commend, 'We always tell the accuracy in this theater'! So no fibbing. ``

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

'' Hmmm. Penalty. '' I thought for a few present moment. Then I came up with a groovy and tremendous idea.

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

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick fucking pup and I do n't have it away if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure as shooting there 's a netherworld and I 'll be in it with all the other derelicts and deviant and grampus and --

'' softwood ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a patch in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my jersey over my brain to try and catch some breeze. I got back to study, I was trying to chop up the ascendent away from some other eff 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 rules ! It 's jut win or recede, mamma ! '' I had bulked up over the eld, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to deform my weaponry more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should twist a little More away from her so I can deform over for her and snap up some fucking roots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my berm. Mom was on all IV, moving about, lifting a hired hand to snap up a Petunia and place it in the footing. 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 tits. Not the nipple, of course, they were straining her shirt.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on strike and form a union and picket your theater. 'Unfair to proletarian'. ``

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

'' You put away the tools ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hosepipe. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the relaxation of the tools.

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

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had brake shoe on, but they were filthy and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

'' Okay, stand back. The water shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thought of how to be expert to her tike, Mom was.

She pointed the schnozzle and sprayed my feet and got the poop off. Got the dirt off my shinbone and sura, too. Good not to shlep all that grime onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and injection me in the crotch ! And the chest and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water felt frigidity !

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

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

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one to a greater extent clip. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my arms. She 's not light as a plumage, but it was n't a trouble for an Adrenalin and hormonally charged Lester Willis 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 cannonball right succeeding to her.

Jesus ! I thought the hosepipe urine was cold ! We do n't bend on the pocket billiards fastball until monument Day ! nooky ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing consignment boxershorts. The sort with like 17 air hole and whoreson. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming luggage compartment ! I could barely go, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and caught Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating piffling whoreson ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriate piece of damn ! ``

I turned to avail her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my prick. upgrade, 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 weewee, the stale water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near rhombus strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an column inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her body, leaving goose egg to the imagination. Oh feeling, there 's even a little jetty on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gain up her haircloth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at wax aid and did n't have intercourse what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't grievous, right ? Is it ? shag !

Mom kept up her amusing philippic. `` short rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can count on that ! time lag until I tell your forefather -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to depend 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 compensate 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 rump as she walked past.

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

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

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

(. Y. )

I got out of the cascade. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this affair back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to lose ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some period in my life. But ... diddley ... it was n't all the clip, hardly ever. I just did n't opine of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely good now. I got ta fucking light my head.

'' love ? '' 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 tater is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! indisputable ! Sounds well ! '' I dried my fork but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't know it was this hard not to touch on myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to wrick the knob.

Locked.

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

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

(. Y. )

Got a textual matter from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be set up to provide around 6:30. dinner qualification are at 7. apparel kind of skillful. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't lie with that you do n't have spell out every word in a text. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

At 6:15, I put on my nice blackness pants and a black silk shirt, it 's got some ovalbumin trivial 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 haircloth up ... boom. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

I stopped speaking. I stood at the home of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a smuggled dress and high heels. But that 's like saying the Eiffel column is a metal structure.

This wearing apparel, wow ! Satiny material, deeply and sinister shameful. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very pie-eyed. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a pocket-size glove around her voluptuous eubstance. You could see some motion in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some financial backing for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The garb had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of simulated diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the pocket-size of Mom 's backbone. The very small of it. the smallest part. What I would call, 'Below the belted ammunition'even.

She did a piffling turn of events for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew column inch as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her morose tomentum done differently, some big Robert F. Curl and moving ridge and pass instead of her usual matt. dark red lipstick and gorgeous eye composition completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... sanctum shit ... you do n't expect 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 shoe ? ``
pitch blackness patent leather, stiletto heels, and special strap that went up her ankle far more than than is legal in some southern State Department. The heels were perfect ; gamey, but not so high as to produce one look stupid when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

Dad 's jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder railway locomotive, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a fertile uncle some geezerhood back and he probably put 200 miles a yr on it. He probably spent a thousand dollar bill a yr on it just trying to keep it running, too. Brit, good people but do n't sympathize a good deal about electrical systems.

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

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

I popped the clutch and tore down the street. 13 hour to go ! We screeched and careened and did a couple force glide but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right by the social movement door. That 's respect !

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

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very in use tonight and we ca n't give tables all night ... ''

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into persuasion and held my arm, and smiled her honour winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an awarding in 8th ground level for in force grin. We only tell the Truth ... ok I 'll shut up.

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

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

The waiter came up right away.

'' honorable evening kinsfolk ! Welcome to Ian Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this female parent 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all pleased with himself.

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... female parent ... you insolent, chesty, insult motley fool ! ``

Mom did a face palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruction ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a gang of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne-Ardenne bucket with Fritz'regard, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various cabbage and bankroll, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't 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 shit ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

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

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

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a dyad. '' And she patted my knee under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the table but I was able-bodied to shut my stupid mouthpiece up just in time.

The dinner was tremendous. The filets were bid and succulent, the white potato mythical, and the caller was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the entirely dinner. articulatio humeri, or metrical foot, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt wanton, almost cancel. I regaled her with level of bad girl friends and bad sex sentence ; now that we were on a dissimilar story, we could verbalize about a lot more than stuff.

Sadly, the dinner party came to an end. The check arrived, in the sum of xl seven dollar sign. 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 places around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the wondrous Voodoo waiting area ! You can leave your car here and call us to total get you ! I will call my friend at the doorway, you wo n't wait in line. ``

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

Fritz went into full flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo sofa ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinkable. But Fritz got us set up with a courteous little booth far enough away from the stripe so we could babble out, but not out in the boonies, either.

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

'' Trav, I have n't danced in eld ! please ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The level was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super monstrosity'on. After a few birdcall we went back and sucked down some goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO a lot FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty tacky. She moved in finisher to me to verbalise into my ear. `` Thank you so practically steady, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' dixie ? ``

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

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly curious. But then. One of her favored songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow song about dancing with his lover. I was ready to evacuate the dance trading floor, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and keep back me. ``

'' Yes, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand on the small of her book binding. Her bare back.. My left hand held her right hired hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't center schoolhouse. There 's no chaperone. ``

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her nearer still. Her chest of drawers pressed into me. Closer ... her head teacher lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch curt than me.
I pretended to falter and pulled her tight, to brace her of course. Her second joint pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my piffling finger down, under her clothes. I felt no pantie where there should be some, only a minuscule midget string.

I was trying to keep open 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 back of her dress and cupped a warm up ass cheek. My Mom 's warm ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and fag her hip against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to look 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 right field ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more minor kiss in the full general country. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being heedful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance floor. I whispered into her ear.

'' South, I want to see you she-bop for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.

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

'' Travis ... honey ... ''

'' Yes, Dixie ? ``

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

'' I do bonk you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a grueling pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the nookie ? 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 hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't need everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

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

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a little pat. It throbbed in reply to her contact. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixie ! I meant Dixie ! You look sensational. You should see the early guys checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my berm and arm. I swung my free hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her mammilla 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 family line ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red font, and my mitt rubbing her big tit. `` wellspring ... I 'll just leave these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her auricle. She downed her swallow. 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 come to. Ten bit. Well, sometimes there is a crease, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two young cat ! And she was doing a nip ! And laughing ! And another shot ! screw !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A niggling smirch to her speech. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her bantam handbag and pulled out a wad of pitch-black material.

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

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the lady room so I could cum and not make a mickle out here ! I 'm so ass wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a loathsome grin and nodded her head.

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

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

She was in a hurry to 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 barf the one time, outside the 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 shoes, gently, caressing her base a slight. I eased her out of her clothes, which is n't make love easy at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would sense tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink in some water and go pee. After several mo, she got down about 12 Panthera uncia of piddle. The unscathed time she was spouting off `` I 'm deplorable I 'm sad ''. Yep. I know. I 'm gloomy too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pyjama, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what 's called 'the convalescence position', so if she gets wan again she 'll be alright.

O.K., yes it did occur 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 next day, I was reading some hooey on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. individual upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... sort of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm middling for sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a fringe, no. ``

'' So ... I remember dame 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 hussy. I 'm so dingy Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

'' well, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. 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 ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't screw what I was thinking last nighttime ... I was prepare to, um ... screwing you, and I thought if I got enough inebriant in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really figure out out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the lone chance we 'll ever make. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right affair to do. The moment was right, the meter was right, but maybe it did n't pass off for a intellect. And maybe it 's for the best. I 'm dismal if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

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

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to play 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 care what it was as long as it was good.

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

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

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

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

'' Let 's go get the motorcar and some lunch, '' she said right after that.

We chatted about this and that, but it was form of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her chest, basis my raging shaft into her renal pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my turncock, and masturbated in the ladies elbow room. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a couple minute, sort of beatnik from running around town.

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

I went back up the stairs for awhile. I had to reckon. I was ready to arrest my mom end nighttime, and today, it 's like nothing happened. Back to normal. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a goading of the moment affair ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and labored, 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 breathing became jaw, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's elbow room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the Hades is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass of wine-coloured. 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 speak. Now. ``

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

'' 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 Pres 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 surely ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

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

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

'' fountainhead then, Travis. seminal fluid and give your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my mitt on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the pacify Passion of Christ I could muster.

Her soft sass yielded to mine. Our backtalk folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a lilliputian glossa inside her sass, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like light flew when her tongue met mine. So easy, so wet.

She reached up with her dislodge arm and held me close. Our consistency blended together, my breast pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our rakehell racing through our bodies. Our pacify passion turned to furious passionateness. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I 'm certain she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to stimulate affair. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, thinking woman. You do n't get adult female like this everyday. I 've had lots of girlfriends, but not like this one.

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

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

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

'' Eight inches ? '' she asked, grinning.

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

'' holy shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a char 's shirt, but looks like a man 's retentive sleeve white attire shirt.

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

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

I yanked the shirt apart, clit flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it frown 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 situation and kissed her unvoiced as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, messiah ! Three fucking bait ? Finally unmake it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect pap. Yes, I saw them the early day for about 3 second gear, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each breath. My dick could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

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

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her pelvis, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my defenseless mom, save for the lilliputian fleck of red held be some tiny material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strings broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her bosom splayed out to the English, her bare kitty-cat looked so inviting. I reached over and distribute her legs, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

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

I climbed between her leg, and rested my consistence mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my leftfield hand and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our pegleg and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it well-to-do. The tip of my dick found an amazingly hot and wet touch. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her succus all over my mushroom-shaped cloud cap.

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

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

We looked in each other 's eyes as I sank my cock lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the go four inch up to the hilt.

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

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her leg naturally wrapped around mine as we began to spend a penny love. Pressing into her, my hip mashed into her clitoris. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my tool 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 john is to pull my peter out most of the way, and then ride it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's best-loved trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow up withdrawal and flying jabbing back down brought a quick small `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure as shooting I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my thrusts and I tried to practise her through the fucking bed. Last Nox I gingerly held her tit, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her concentrated and pulled her mamilla and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for heartfelt aliveness as I dropped my result hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt hard, I could eff 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 cock continued pistoning inside her for several bit. I buried my typeface in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a estimable facial expression at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her Chin was resting between them.

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

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

That familiar intuitive feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slid both hands under her ass cheeks. My rightfield hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her minuscule backdoor for a few mo, and easily slid my middle finger's breadth up inside her ass.

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

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... roll in the hay you ... Mom ... fucking ... making love you ... ''

My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the heart of my beginning squirt Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. spirt 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, dead spent. Her pussy still contracted in lilliputian spasms.

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the best ... the secure ass I 've ever had. ``

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

'' Lay down dear, 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 good to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, dearest ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm unspoiled. A little stock. sacrifice me a couple minutes though, and we 'll begin Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a round of golf Two in a foresightful clip ! ``

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

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

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

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

Mom noticed the income tax return, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the base, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her splendiferous tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal remainder, 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. business firm pressure level, good tongue action at law, no dentition, and she really seemed to relish it. The effective affair about the 'second'erection, is that it takes more stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to savor Mom 's blowjob a good long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to acknowledge that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome tits into play, 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 mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her red-hot hangers up my chest. She brought one to my face, swinging it a publicize inch from me. Her benighted teat hung an inch or more than from her gravid aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stomach it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my sassing as extensive as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my mouth. My hired man grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck so intemperately she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for hour, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a deal in her privates, she 's fingering herself, I thought. Good, I 'm sword lily she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a little Sir Thomas More leisure and determination. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit human body, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

'' Redeemer, Travis ! '' Mom exclaimed after about ten minutes of this. `` You really like tits, do n't you ! ``

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

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

I gave her a doubtful look, then I cupped her pussy pile and rub my palm into her clit.

True to her Word, she shuddered and came, right then. Kind of a pocket-size one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my cock inside Mom, single-handed. I hunched over so I could still influence on her left boob. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you assist me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her right one.

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

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war hero, a total retard ? He did n't care this ?

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

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

I pulled my shaft out of it 's home, but I brought it to a property just as courteous, Mom 's mammilla. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her teat at the Sami clock time. The fact that now her cunt juice was on her tit and my rooster only seemed to shake her more.

I swabbed her puss with my mitt, getting more than juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her abdomen as she grabbed her breast 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 fantastic tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my putz point would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

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

My first cum blow went right into her rima oris, followed by the second. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipples. Mom swallowed down her warhead, then she bent her head and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her branch and breathed in her reckless aromas.

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

But here, I just wanted to rub my typeface all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for minute. Or maybe 10 arcminute. I also did her trick, which was to face up into her optic. But most of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on business relationship of her nipple being in the way. I stuck a fingerbreadth 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 quondam matter. I do n't know how this will work out in the futurity with other multitude in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth metre, she coated my face with her female cum.

'' seed here, baby ! '' she said, with her script outstretched for me. Grasping my aspect, she kissed me deeply. her flavors actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my Kuki 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 sure we can find some lube or -- ''

'' Travis, darling, the um ... the 'tracks have to be acquit'. You ca n't do that if there 's a wagon train in the place. ``

It took me a duet moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for Jesus sake. 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 child ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal flak ! ``

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

'' So Mom, tell me Sir Thomas More about this woman the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh, O.K.. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one dark. And we talked about how gracious it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite toast, and we said we should help oneself each early out.

'' Clarence Shepard Day Jr. went by, neither of us said another word about it. I just put it down as a silly conversation between sot people.

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

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

'' I did what any red-blooded female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the next day. We were just going to be in the Lapp way. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred spirits looking for a short companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine-coloured. We were both very queasy. After our secondment crank, which polished off the bottle, I took a deep breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the cyberspace, 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 spirt party'. And ... holy screw. These adult female, they were such ho 's ! They were so insolent and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just idiotic. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, cipher can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 foundation into the air. ``

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

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my dress. Jeanine thought maybe we should discase, would n't we be more well-off that way ? So we got au naturel. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a grown adult female naked, in my genuine mien before.

'' I got, very nervous again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous spirt on the other gals. We remembered why were there.

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

'' But not as Nice as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my soft cock. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good phiz, I just kind of go all unintelligent 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 cunt into her back talk. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, sort of expectantly, as I held the early dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my puss. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be dependable ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't play myself to bilk that line. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the eternal sleep. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished business. ``

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

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

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a while at least. ``

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

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

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

'' Do you desire that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to bring in him take some blue pills and set forth fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't do it what to say. This was all so trying. It was so howling 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real earth reared its vile head.

'' I do n't jazz Mom. I do n't eff. '' I switched gear mechanism on her. `` What I do hump it, we should go for a decent brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

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

'' Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he 'll be on time. I want to be wake up and fix. ``

Well, shit, I 'm come alive and ready right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the john, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the just 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 hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more clock time lastly nighttime. Each time seems to be as good or better than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and close call like a short daughter at Christmas. then she kisses me so 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 broncho and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just wiggle, they seemed to move of their own accord and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bathroom in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some make-up on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't secernate her.

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

I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the traditionalist picture was on. Cool.

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

At 8:59, the phone rang. The master is on the demarcation !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet place setting and pulled up my favorite porn site, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In less than a minute I was at full 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 ascertain me stroking my prick and hardcore lesbos on the screen door. Quickly, she turned back the former way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's finely, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid daughter he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an retard, but she was just about his upper ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the earphone to her in good order ear. It 's a cord handset because Dad did n't like cellphone telephone set. So I stood up and stuck my hard cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes dear ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the headphone for a 2nd ... uh huh ... yes ... admiral Johnson 's married woman ? Really ? '' and blah blah blah ...

I tried fondling her tit, but she kept tightening her arms to her English and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my cock to her back talk. Dad rambled on about United States Navy politics in Italian Republic as Mom has about a third of my turncock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spit out it out.

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

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

'' Yes honey, he 's the right way here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so often ... bye making love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

commodity God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it look secure. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

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

In realism Mom had taken my pecker and bent it downwards. When it 's this voiceless, it does n't bend downwards.

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

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

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her john and locked the door. jack !

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

Her muffled vox 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 fab Sir Alexander Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her married man 's second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kid were at their mother 's sign of the zodiac this morning. Jeanine was to blame them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite unlike from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little unretentive, little trimmer, pocket-sized white meat but very buoyant, short blonde fuzz. Like Mom, however, she was a witness, no doubt about it.

Both noblewoman had on very loaded skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

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

'' fountainhead there 's this livelihood group, a assembly, for naval forces wives. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a hand. You know, there 's division for base, so the gals local anaesthetic to a basis can help each other with baby-sit, Doctor 's appointments and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in mortal to talk about thing we did n't need to lecture about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' Cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the early day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't interest about it. It 's fine, really. ``

'' Can ask you a personal doubtfulness, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your married man ? ``

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

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

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

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, ca n't touch me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't bear on 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 inches away, you just ca n't stir me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mum had many more buck's fizz, 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 looks, and lingering helping hand, and footling caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how knockout and profligate Jeanine 's No-Touching prescript really was.

We finally got up to bequeath, both gal 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 breast 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 back tail while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't get it on why for a span min, but then it became plain ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red lightness to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left hand breast. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's booby. First over her shirt. I had to swerve several multiplication to quell on the route as Mom 's manus deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

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

We were almost house when Mom took off her own perspirer. I hoped no taller cable car or motortruck came alongside, they would have a thoroughly purview for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the service department way, instead of out social movement. '' I said to nobody. The little girl were lost in their short dreamworld. I put the garage threshold down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to go away Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a gracious vodka pop, with not practically restorative. I figured I could n't touch, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their wench and horseshoe on. No top, 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 hand gesture of sucking my stopcock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to extend to the cherished Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's mouth, she devoured it.

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

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my cock totally enjoying the tactile property and the prospect of another charwoman sucking her tit.

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

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side zip fastener, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her white garter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to bring scanty today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

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

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's pegleg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up by Mom 's mamilla and got to her font where they kissed for several consequence ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's side. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front of Mom. Deliverer Jeanine was horny, I could reek her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and mouth. I moved around to get a better feel. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her first off ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a patch, 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 twat into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass cheek and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

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

'' Hey no tuching ! '' said Jeanine, suddenly untrusting of me.

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to work up some of your cunt juice. ``

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

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

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guy cable 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 notes as women seem to eat pussy different than men, or at to the lowest degree unlike from me.

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

'' Irish bull yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

Jeanine drank down all of Mom 's stuff, 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 lady before ? ``

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

Well, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging prick needed some natural action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, I 'm getting some !

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

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a little work to side myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with Sir Thomas More than one early somebody in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slick, My tool just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so knockout and her bitch offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home sweetness home ... '' I mused as my rotating shaft sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

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

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

I had a storage area on Mom 's pelvic arch, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning gracious and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' intermission

SPANK !

'' well you probably should bear ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mum ... yeah ... ooh yeah mum ... ``

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so serious ... have sex me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... Fuck your nasty strumpet .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no riposte, a few more s of this and I would be done.

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

'' Do it featherbed ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty snatch ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my prick as hard and deep as I could into Mom 's snatch. My throbbing tool loosed spurt after wonderful spurt abstruse inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's cunt suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and the Nazarene and the holy fuck as she came.

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

The here and now my cock came out, my sperms followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

'' Mom ! She 's eating it all ! ``

'' Jeanine, save up me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the relief in her sass. 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 small bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

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

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

We were disappointed, but at the Saame metre it was kind of nice just to be alone with each other. Jeanine let herself out.

I rolled on top of Mom and we kissed. And we french kissed. And we soul-kissed. And we kissed for many foresighted instant, not just a few moments.

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

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

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

'' The rails are shed light on ! '' Mom said, and she spread her branch wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the bottle right onto her piffling brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricant into her left bridge player. She used that to guide my cock in the right direction.

My dick hit a wall. No delay. There 's a trivial pitting in this wall. I pressed a short ... the indenture let me move forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her pelvic girdle and tried to go around her legs wider.

With a sudden handout of stress, my cock fountainhead poked through her anatomical sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

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

Eight and a half inches of dick, mine, were buried in Mom 's tight asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so amiss ... this is all so ill-timed ... but I like being a slut ... I 've pushed it

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

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

'' Happy mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )