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




Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey Sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front of the other, for swiftness ! '' He 's a fighter pilot, that 's the standard answer. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high pep pill, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the dark blue, just going to college, but I know the cant pretty good.

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

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

We both laughed again. Dad once had the printing that since his wife was n't his female parent, he did n't postulate to get her anything for mother 's day. That is the wrong impression, think 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 duty ) in Italian Republic. Dad was a maitre d'hotel, bucking for admiral, so he was very interfering. The sign is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first Gulf War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's nerveless under ardour, nifty under air pressure, and a fucking queer guy and a gravid dad.

The merely trouble is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My crony and me were pretty tough customers as nipper growing up, but we were no mate for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was decent'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older comrade never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the edge. He 's now living in New House of York with his new wife. She and Mom are liqueur but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my history prof that the Friday class was cancelled.

cool. I went to the frat, packed up my bastard and laundry and sped for household. My girl and I broke up hold out week so I had no reason not to go home early. speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a trial run, calm down. No ! You do n't love me bombast rant blah, christ what a chore.

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

The two-hour crusade went by jolly speedy, and I pulled into our short sign. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the home is 5 bedrooms, colonial vogue, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's weird, being so hot in early on May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the sang-froid house. I heard some funny racket upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some the great unwashed up there ?

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

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

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her sleeve. Her arms were together because she had two script on a big purpleness 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 next to each other, their blazonry and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I 'm not exactly sure enough whose.

I turned my drumhead to the flavorless screen on the wall, the germ of all the noise. A smut played, a bunch of girls doing one of those sapphic squirt bacchanalia. Actually, I had seen this one. It had flush Tucci, a black dame named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a crowd of others, too. The smut is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the former chicks. But, it looks pretty a great deal like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

The percentage point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another au naturel woman.

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their head teacher towards me, screamed, and tried to ascertain the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny remark, or even damn suspect. 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 country and she 's ... doing whatever the piece of ass this is ? Goddammit !

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

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

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

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the shtup did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking chuckhole fadeout in the length. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front rack go all wobbly and make. I managed to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the look end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

'' Make sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

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

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

I went up to my elbow room and shut the room access. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so mix up. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my kinfolk had squadron party, all the junior officers would just sort of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll plunk up the beauty, no let me get the trash, I 'll get to a greater extent ice ... all that sort of poppycock. Dad would get a charge out of it. She was a dangerous witness, 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 buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

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

'' Do you know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

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

'' It was at an Air effect alkali in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some variety of liasion Irish bull with the boy in drear. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds speechless, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure as shooting, he liked me straight away, but not in a unplayful way. He was elderly than me, 8 years, and sort of saw me as a plaything.

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

I kind of blushed and turned my head. I do n't want to take heed about this !

'' You probably do n't need to learn this, but I need to explain some things to you. Things that parents do n't normally share with their minor but, in luminance of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to sleep with. ``

She started dishing out auntie Betty 's famous chicken formula. My preferred. What a coincidence.

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

'' Now, in the United States Navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, political science play a big part of your advancement. And let me secern you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's career ! '' 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 biz. Yes, your dad is very acute and all that, but I played a big portion. It never helps to schmoose your commanding officeholder, or own your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little toying goes a retentive way. But it never went beyond that. I was always dead on target to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically reliable 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 Angels, that was the offset I heard of it. Just little whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic looking at from early wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. go along to be the 'good Navy wife'and upraise you two male child and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big single. '' I remember some of those. Not good times. `` But in the end, I wanted the animation. I wanted a married man who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stalls home for my kids.
'' He toned down his natural action, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it house. I turned the former impertinence, looked the early way, what ever you want to cry it, and we have a pretty upright lifespan for all of us.

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

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

'' Of grade 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 Fatherhood very much. Always have. And I love our life story together. I would n't trade it for the existence. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

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

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

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The navy hero. shooting down bad guy cable, highly decorated, almost an full 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 party. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's snag had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my ally you saw today, is another US Navy wife. She 's unseasoned than me by a few geezerhood, but in the Same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our sand, our rich, deep guts ! And after several calendar month of talking, we decided to have a niggling joint academic session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the firstly meter ? ``

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

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

'' Ok Mom. Well here 's a truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this degree. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to digest. But I 'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

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

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to front me and gave a speedy candy kiss on the lips.

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

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

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some lookup for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird subject, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some the true to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychological science division ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN squirt PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so lots 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 chick are having such a fucking eruption ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just make love this bull. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex daimon and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 fourth dimension in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but project Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a Friend, too. Maybe Mom would wish to eat that chick 's pussy and whoa ... fuck ... cum flew out of my pecker at close to Mach 1 ! I had to keep it 's steer down or that shucks would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty unspoilt that night. I 'd care to narrate you about some loony sex dreaming, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the police captain 's away, the skimmer will act ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of bollock and Sir Francis Bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to plant some prime. In the old flower bed off to the face of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my loading shorts and a tee shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and slant and boxing glove and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few instant later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... buck private field. She also had on one of pop old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt arse and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a mo, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

delay ! What the piece of ass was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her asset and was ready to arrogate her a number ? This is n't right !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pickax and also with a damn Fury. I need to think properly. square away up and fly right, dumbshit.

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

Now, you may say that 's a tinker's damn high routine for a forties charwoman. Well, screwing you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five hoof it nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving exemplar, was very pleasing. Her pinhead were ... big. I do n't fucking know 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 estimable part was her aspect. Good Kuki with no hang-downs or double going on. courteous skin as she kept out of the sun for the well-nigh part. She kept her tooth white, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her eyes and her grinning. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that great smile, too.

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

We got the flatbed 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 household so Mom always wanted to plant flowers to crap it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very remedial to plant life and spend a penny matter arise. We chatted about all variety of stuff and nonsense, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` Speaking of masturbation ... '' she let that bent there.

I raised my head up from the power shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her stage tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to part open a plant flat.

'' I did n't have intercourse we were speaking of masturbation ? '' I said. Or asked. variety of both.

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty air-sleeve, crusty old tee shirt, kleenex in the sleeping accommodation garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really rightful. Sam was a tough guy and played college football game. 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 lusus naturae or something. ``

'' Well, how do you call back I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex effort. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, afternoon, Nox fourth dimension ... postponement ... 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 gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have lots 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 give each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too messy. ``

fountainhead she was flop about that, my squat gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But commend, 'We always tell the truth in this menage'! 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 type individual loses control condition ... ''

'' Hmmm. penalization. '' I thought for a few minute. Then I came up with a great and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to throw the early somebody follow them 'lose'again ? ``

holy place fuck what did I just advise ? One of us watch the early masturbate ? I 'm some kind of cat fucking puppy and I do n't experience if there 's a promised land but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the other abandoned ship and deviant and killer whale and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the poop for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this piece of tail hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my headway to try and trance some gentle wind. I got back to work, I was trying to chop up the roots away from some other fucking 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 pattern ! It 's jut win or misplace, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the year, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should work a little Sir Thomas More away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some screwing roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her breathing time just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn Thomas Kyd ... 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 bureau swelled to enormous proportions as she breathed in a cleanup breath.

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

I kept sneaking flavor as she went about her business organization like I was n't there. She undid the top clit on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Christ ! How many buttons are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied rectify at her belly button.
I could now see let out boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, iniquity, and deep. But I have promises to restrain. And many solar day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked heyday back over my shoulder. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a petunia and space it in the ground. Her tit 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 of action, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, call back ? ``

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

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

'' Yeah, that. cease it or I 'll go on tap and form a union and picket your home. 'Unfair to actor'. ``

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 hose. ``

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

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

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

'' OK, stand back. The pee shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thinking of how to be good to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the beak and sprayed my feet and got the dirt off. Got the dirt off my shin and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that stain onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and guess 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 wash my back.

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

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

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my weapon. She 's not light as a feather, but it was n't a problem for an adrenaline and hormonally charged offspring 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 hose water was cold-blooded ! We do n't turn on the pool bullet until Memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shoal end, but I was wearing cargo shorts. The kind with the likes of 17 sack and mother fucker. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming shorts ! I could barely strike, and I used to be on the swimming squad ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked arduous and get Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, lousy, cheating small bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating opus of diddly-squat ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't drop away. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my shaft. climb, that is. Which was n't that big of a trouble, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the weewee, the cold water supply, I could n't take myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond metier, and they made sure as shooting everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet stuff clung to her body, leaving nothing to the vision. Oh spirit, there 's even a little mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her fountainhead back to gather up her hair and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at entire aid and did n't roll in the hay what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right ? Is it ? roll in the hay !

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

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

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

I patted her butt as she walked past.

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

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

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

(. Y. )

I got out of the exhibitor. Yes, it was mostly a common cold one. I had to get this thing 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 detail in my life-time. But ... asshole ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't recollect of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely the right way now. I got ta fucking pass my head.

'' Honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some shit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a white potato is XII dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't know it was this hard not to come to 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 flak ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll line up out.

I walked down the hallway to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a shtup pussy.

Then I began to sophisticate the knob.

Locked.

piece of ass bitch ! 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 furtive one.

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

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to depart around 6:30. dinner party reservations are at 7. Dress kind of nice. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't know 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 time of day or so later. Poked her forefront into the study, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her elbow room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice black drawers and a fatal silk shirt, it 's got some blanched fiddling paisley action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Yuletide and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my tooth, shaved, spiked my hair up ... bunce. 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 buttocks at McDonald 's or maybe Burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the steps as Mom tiptoed down in a black garb and high bounder. But that 's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a alloy structure.

This dress, wow ! Satiny material, rich and glowering melanize. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very smashed. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a humble glove around her buxom body. You could see some movement in the wearing apparel. I was n't sure, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked preceding, I got another surprise. The wearing apparel had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of false diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's back. The very small of it. the smallest role. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a little turn for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a aviate inches as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her sullen hair done differently, some big curlicue and waves and flips instead of her usual flat. Dark red lip rouge and gorgeous eye physical composition completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... holy prick ... you do n't await like anybody 's mother ! ``

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

'' Like the shoe ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto blackguard, and extra strap that went up her ankle far more than than is legal in some southerly states. The heels were perfect ; high, but not so richly as to make one look pillock when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

Dad 's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some years back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand clam a twelvemonth on it just trying to observe it running, too. Brits, good hoi polloi but do n't empathise much about electrical systems.

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

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

I popped the batch and bust down the street. 13 bit to go ! We screeched and careened and did a duad power playground slide but still made it to the eating house about ten minutes late. The valet de chambre took the car and backed it in, right by the front line door. That 's respect !

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

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

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into aspect and held my arm, and smiled her laurels winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an award in 8th gradation for best smile. We only tell the truth ... ok I 'll shut up.

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

Mom made certain to brush her boob against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a peach as this ! You need your money untried man !

The waiter came up flop away.

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

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, self-important, insulting chump ! ``

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 report the rumpus ? Not really. Just a clump of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a bubbly bucket with Fritz'compliments, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various breads and rolling wave, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new server, too. She was much adept and kept her tinker's dam mouth shut. The former 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 unspoiled. ``

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you opine ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her whisker as we sipped champagne. thoroughly man, that Fritz.

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

The dinner was tremendous. The filets were pinnace and succulent, the potatoes fab, and the company was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the unanimous dinner. berm, or feet, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad lady friend admirer and bad sex times ; now that we were on a dissimilar degree, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The hitch arrived, in the measure of forty seven dollar. 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 space around here ? ``

'' But of track ! Across the street is the terrific voodooism Lounge ! You can leave your car here and send for us to come get you ! I will call my friend at the door, you wo n't hold back in strain. ``

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

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

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a nice small booth far enough away from the stripe so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The prolusion band played 80 's pop euphony, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her mansion, I
knew almost of the songs too.

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

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

'' This is ... SO lots FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. approve it was pretty tatty. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so much steady, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, Dixieland ! It 's kind of a slutty name, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

Holy shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too very much cerebration ...

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly funny. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow song about dancing with his devotee. I was fix to void the dance floor, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, South. ``

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

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't centre schoolhouse. There 's no chaperon. ``

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her tight still. Her chest of drawers pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to becalm her of form. Her thigh pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her garb. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little petite string.

I was trying to keep my tremendous erecting 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 hired hand further down the rear of her dress and cupped a warm ass nerve. My Mom 's warm ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feeling off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and comminute her pelvic girdle against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to count at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a slight something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck opening, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few Sir Thomas More small kisses in the world-wide country. Confederacy breathed in grave, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a piffling and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't certainly if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the saltation floor. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no bm, then a slight, almost detectable nod of her head. Yes.

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

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

'' Yes, Dixieland ? ``

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

'' I do bang you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my assertion with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the shag ? 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 forepart of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dance storey, Mom holding my hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't want everyone to see I had a monolithic 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 response to her touch. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' wellspring, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixie ! I meant Dixieland ! You look stunning. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the girlfriend, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her chest into my shoulder and arm. I swung my disengage deal over and under the tabular array. I reached up and cupped her former breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and sizing. Mmmmmm, very spongelike, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to greet my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you phratry ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` fountainhead ... I 'll just allow these here then ... ''

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

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

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and count presentable. It was n't gentle. respective proceedings went by, I began to get implicated. Ten min. fountainhead, sometimes there is a occupation, maybe ?

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

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A lilliputian slur to her speech. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to let in something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of melanize material.

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

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

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

Mom smiled a unholy smiling and nodded her head.

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

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the flier with her deferred payment calling card, she told me to travel rapidly. I thought it was because we were in a haste to get home. But, no.

She was in a hurry to bump a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get honk in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab base so I could supervise her on the way. She only got sick the one clock time, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her way and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her feet a picayune. I eased her out of her attire, which is n't be intimate easy at all with a dead-drunk individual. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the body of water loo and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some urine and go pee. After several second, she got down about 12 oz. of water. The entirely metre she was spouting off `` I 'm sad I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm no-good too.

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

Okay, yes it did pass off to me to sense 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 back next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some stuff and nonsense on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. someone upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... sort of fuzzy on some matter ... but I 'm pretty sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

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

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a restroom ? Did I do that ? ``

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a slut. I 'm so sorry Travis, thanks for getting me dwelling. ``

'' wellspring, 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 oneself me get those subsequently today. ``

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm pitiful. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... mother fucker. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking last night ... I was ready to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really work out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' wellspring, Mom, that 's not the only chance we 'll ever have. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the decently thing to do. The present moment was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't go on for a reason. And maybe it 's for the topper. I 'm dark if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

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

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the menage has a music elbow room. Which is well because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some small bands for awhile in my adolescent. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't like what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a duad hour, it really helps me to relax and not intend about things.

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

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

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

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her titty, footing my raging rooster into her hip. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a couple hour, variety of beat from running around town.

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

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to pick up my mom last Night, and today, it 's like nothing happened. Back to rule. But I 'm not liking pattern. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and overweight, seriously hot and heavy. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My external respiration became devil, it was like my lineage was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the hellhole is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the puddle. With a chicken feed of wine-colored. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

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

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

'' Well, for certain dear have a seat -- ''

'' Mom, stand up. ``

'' What 's this all about ? '' she asked, as she stood up.

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

'' Travis ! What ... where are you taking me ? Wait ... no ... huh uh ... put me down.. PUT ME down YOUNG MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stairs before she stopped squirming.

'' So ... we 're ... we 're doing this ? ``

'' Yes Mom. We 're doing this. And we 're doing this now. ``

'' You 're surely ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm indisputable Mom. Or if you want to be Confederacy, that 's fine too. ``

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

'' wellspring then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a candy kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my hired man on her buttock, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle Passion I could muster.

Her soft lips yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my lip some, so did she. I slipped just a petty tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her dentition. It felt like light flew when her spit met mine. So indulgent, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my dresser pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long metre. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our gentle passion turned to furious cacoethes. My stimulation was physically manifest to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't desire to belt along things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent womanhood. You do n't get cleaning woman like this workaday. I 've had lots of girlfriend, but not like this one.

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

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

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of course of study, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her lingua over her rim slowly.
I bent down to take off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' eighter from Decatur inch ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' 8 and a one-half, but who 's tally. ``

'' Holy shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a fair sex 's shirt, but looks like a man 's retentive arm Patrick Victor Martindale White dress shirt.

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

'' Yes, it 's from Italian Republic. ``

I yanked the shirt apart, clitoris flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it let down down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no amount of money of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her arduous as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook shot, two, the Nazarene ! Three fucking hook shot ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her hone tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 indorsement, 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 stopcock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

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

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the trouser behind me, again admiring the panorama of my au naturel mom, lay aside for the little speckle of crimson held be some tiny material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's drawing string broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her bosom splayed out to the face, her bare pussy looked so call for. I reached over and open her legs, her odorize immediately appeared from her now capable area.

I had run this through my thinker 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 looking at in her eyes said, come and get me, now !

I climbed between her peg, and rested my consistence mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her chief with my left deal and held her neck opening, while my rightfield snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her peg, making it well-situated. The tip of my putz found an amazingly hot and wet post. I rubbed my fountainhead up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a little, my cock entered her pussycat 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 prick lower ... and deeper ... into her kitty-cat. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the final stage four column inch up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch tool lay recondite inside Mom 's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to wee love. Pressing into her, my pelvic girdle mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a piece, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's broad depth.

Mom broke the candy kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favourite magic is to pull my prick out nearly of the way, and then sit it back base. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's pet trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow up withdrawal and flying thrust back down brought a flying little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to cope with my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her teat and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left deal down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt punishing, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our oral fissure, grunting like animate being. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for several instant. I buried my aspect in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a practiced look at her. She cupped her white meat and pulled them up so her Kuki was resting between them.

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

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

That comrade feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slue both hands under her ass nerve. My right hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her picayune backdoor for a few moments, and easily slide my middle finger up inside her ass.

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

heaving, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... fucking ... honey you ... ''

My sexual climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my low gear squirt Mom 's twat contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after jet, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so plug into to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one physique'...

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

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

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

'' Lay down honey, it 's sanction. '' 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, love ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A little well-worn. chip in me a duo proceedings though, and we 'll commence Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a cycle Two in a long time ! ``

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

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

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussycat and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my abdomen. Then it poured onto me. With a diabolical spirit on her font, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her expression into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a emptiness, swallowing it all down.

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

Mom noticed the replication, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the base, extended her glossa, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her splendid tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

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

And she was right at it, too. Firm pressure, good tongue action, no tooth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The commodity affair about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes to a greater extent stimulation to cum than the first of all one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a good foresighted time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome breast 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 clip with them. If you do n't mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her voluptuous hangers up my dresser. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare in from me. Her dark nipples hung an inch or more from her expectant aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my oral cavity. I opened my lip as widely as I could, trying to nurse all of her tit into my mouthpiece. My handwriting grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shite out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck up so heavily she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my nerve so I was nearly smothered.

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

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a piddling more than 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 flesh, 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 give up or -- ''

'' God no ! maintain going ! It 's like the effective massage in the earth ! But do n't touch my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful flavour, then I cupped her kitty hillock and chafe my palm into her clit.

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

I got back in between her leg and slipped my cock inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left booby. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

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

I pushed her white meat up so she could reach it with her rima oris, too. By the way, I continued to be intimate her snatch 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 like this ?

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

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

I pulled my tool out of it 's base, but I brought it to a place just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her nipple at the same time. The fact that now her cunt juice was on her tit and my hammer only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my mitt, getting to a greater extent juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her abdomen as she grabbed her breast and held them encompassing, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my prick entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her terrific titty. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my cock head would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

'' Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, or on my face, just cum on me ! come on, cum for me ! ``

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

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

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her legs and breathed in her wise aromas.

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

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

Again, the actualization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time thing. I do n't know how this will bring in the future with other the great unwashed in the equality, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umptieth clip, she coated my face with her female person cum.

'' cum here, infant ! '' she said, with her script outstretched for me. Grasping my case, she kissed me deeply. her tone actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my mentum with her clapper, like a near mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm sure we can rule some lubricating substance or -- ''

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

It took me a couple moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for christ sake. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

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

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal retentive attack ! ``

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

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

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

'' Well ... Good Shepherd this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussy. I 've seen you suck cock. You can severalize me about your little 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, very well. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our gut one night. And we talked about how overnice it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should help each early out.

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

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

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

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

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

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

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine, OK, maybe a lot of wine-colored. We were both very skittish. After our endorsement chalk, which polished off the nursing bottle, I took a deep breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the internet, if we wanted to watch something.

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

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

'' I do n't fuck what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the tidings, if it is a word ... Debauched and amiss and out, 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 clothes. Jeanine thought maybe we should uncase, would n't we be more comfy that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a grow woman naked, in my actual presence before.

'' I got, very nervous again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked consistence. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gallon on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous spirt on the other gallon. 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 decent. Very nice. To have a warm body next to me.

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

'' Nowhere near as squeamish as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good smiler, I just kind of go all stupid when we kiss.

'' And then what, '' I asked. `` I walked in ? ``

'' Yep. Jeanine had just suggested we swap dildos, which we did. But ... she put the one I just had in my slit into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the former dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my suppuration. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to try out it, her. But I could n't bring myself to cross that line. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the rest. ``

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

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

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished 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 design. Um, what do you desire ? ``

'' 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 ? well, finals are in two workweek and then I 'm done for the summer. is n't that some phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

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

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

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him take some blue sky lozenge and begin fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't sleep together what to say. This was all so nerve-racking. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real world reared its wretched head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gearing on her. `` What I do make love it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to fix reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would happen a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm went off at 8:40, Lord's Day sunup. mother 's Day. But ... WHY ! ? Why are we getting up so early ?

'' Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he 'll be on metre. I want to be awake and ready. ``

well, shit, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good fucking I 've given her, and she hides from me ! Ca n't blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the married woman mindset.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more times last dark. Each time seems to be as unspoilt or serious than before. When Mom seminal fluid, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a little girl at Dec 25. then she kisses me so much ... Well my erection 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 jiggle, they seemed to run 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 makeup on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dehydrated cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

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

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

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

At 8:59, the speech sound rang. The headwaiter is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favorite porn site, and found the Lesbo squirt Party. In to a lesser extent than a minute I was at full faculty 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 encounter me stroking my cock and hardcore Lesvos on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's OK, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid fille he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an changeling, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the birdsong. Mom was holding the headphone to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't wish jail cell phones. So I stood up and adhere my hard cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

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

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the professorship around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my cock to her lips. Dad rambled on about USN politics in Italy as Mom has about a third of my cock in her sass. Suddenly she had to spit out it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry lamb, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be capital ! We 'd love to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awe-inspiring ! ``

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

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

Good God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it look proficient. 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 death chair with my toe ... ''

In reality Mom had taken my tool and set it downwards. When it 's this hard, it does n't bend downwards.

'' So you 're coming domicile soon ? ... that 'll be assuredness ... maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her mouth. Jesus that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking care of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's party boss ! ... be intimate you too. ``

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

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the room access. `` It 's female parent 's Day ! mamma needs her present ! ``

Her muffled voice replied, `` Go away, get dressed. We 're going to brunch with Jeanine. ``

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the mythologic Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to guarantee we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the former Night, ASKED if there were any mothers demonstrate before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her hubby 's indorsement. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their mother 's house this dawn. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little curt, lilliputian trimmer, little bosom but very perky, short blonde hair. Like Mom, however, she was a ravisher, no dubiousness about it.

Both ladies had on very taut skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her flesh, while Jeanine wore a field blouse.

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

'' well there 's this supporting group, a forum, for Navy 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 bases, so the gallon local anesthetic to a base can help each other with baby-sit, doctor 's naming and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many multiplication about stuff, then met in person to peach about things we did n't want to babble out about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the former day ... ''

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

'' Can ask you a personal question, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your husband ? ``

'' Absolutely ! I love him to last ! But ... he knows I need to have some inter-group communication once in a while. He does n't beware as long as it 's just young lady and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the fete when he comes base ! ``

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

Jeanine did this petty smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a dominion. I do n't like it, but it 's all or zip. ``

'' 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 tinct 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 touch me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mammy had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school little girl, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were tone, and lingering hand, and piddling caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and profligate Jeanine 's No-Touching ruler really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gal kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more dismayed than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we 'd see her again sometime.

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

For the ride household, Mom sat in the back up seat while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't know why for a duad proceedings, but then it became patent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's paw first appeared from behind the prat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her optic closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's boobs. first gear over her shirt. I had to trend various prison term to stay on the route as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

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

We were almost nursing home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller elevator car or trucks came alongside, they would have a full view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out forepart. '' I said to nobody. The miss were lost in their short dreamland. I put the garage door down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to impart Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka restorative, with not a good deal quinine water. I figured I could n't stir, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their wench and skid on. No teetotum, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the feeling ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hired man move of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, thrifty not to touch the valued Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some cushion registering on her fount. `` 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 blowjob action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my pecker totally enjoying the feel and the view of another woman 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 zipper, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her whiteness supporter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to land panties today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

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

'' Come and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a patch. '' And I moved away on the bed a niggling to kick in 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 past Mom 's tits and got to her face where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tit were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussycat was right in front of Mom. the Nazarene Jeanine was randy, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's look and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and mouth. I moved around to get a better look. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her kickoff ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a piece, then got bolder with each passing arcminute 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 relate Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her bitch into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass nerve and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her ribbon as she came violently. Her entirely trunk shook and trembled as she screamed `` shag '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's brass ; all covered in girl cream and this huge grin on her look. I went to Mom.

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

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

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's rima oris 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 distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's point so she could see better, 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 kitty, right now, Mom. How is it ? ``

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guys doing to me ... I 'm such a slut ! ``

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

Mom 's respiration deepened, then quickened as her coming approached. I pinched and pulled her mamilla, thinking it might aid. It helped me, anyway.

'' poop yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, yes, but just fooling around. Some snuggling and touching. 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 cock needed some action at law today, now. I 'm the Man of the menage, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine positioning. 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 situation myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with more than one other person in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slick magazine, My stopcock just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was at large or anything, but I was so firmly and her slit offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... rest home afters home ... '' I mused as my dig sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' O.K. you guys, '' Mom said between breathing space. `` This is now ... my favorite fucking position ... of all time ... fucking holy bastard ! ``

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

I had a keep on Mom 's hips, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning dainty and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' fountainhead you probably should accept ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis baby ... bonk me ... so good ... make love me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your hussy ... Fuck your nasty slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

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

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

'' Do it baby ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty cunt ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as severe and deep as I could into Mom 's pussy. My throbbing prick loosed spurt after howling spurt late inside her. It was like shooting gas into the lava, though. So hump hot ... Mom 's pussycat suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Good Shepherd and the holy fucks as she came.

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

The moment my cock came out, my sperm followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

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

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

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the rest in her lip. 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 little bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

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

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

We were disappointed, but at the same time it was form of nice just to be alone with each former. 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 farseeing arcminute, 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 hammer. Jesus of Nazareth, I had never used this before. It felt great !

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

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

'' The caterpillar track are exonerated ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the nursing bottle right onto her piddling brownish rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her pass on hand. She used that to manoeuvre my cock in the right direction.

My stopcock hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indenture in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indentation let me move forward ...

I locked centre with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to spread her legs wider.

With a sudden release of tension, my cock header poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inch to go.

With little poking, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lubricant overcame the rubbing and down I came.

Eight and a one-half inches of putz, mine, were buried in Mom 's fast asshole.

'' Travis ... it 's been old age ... before I married your begetter ... that anyone has done this. To me. ``

'' You like ? I do ''

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

down so long ... it 's dainty to let my freak out ! Thank you, Travis. I love you, beloved. ``

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )