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Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey Captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey skimmer ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in figurehead of the early, for speed ! '' He 's a hero pilot burner, that 's the standard reply. `` 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 lingo pretty good.

'' You 're going rest home for female parent 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going place, uh, Friday good afternoon. After course of study gets out. please recite me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the picture that since his wife was n't his mother, he did n't postulate to get her anything for mother 's day. That is the legal injury 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 responsibility ) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for full admiral, so he was very fussy. The theater is in Alexandria, VA, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the route 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 disconnection War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Reagan, he 's poise under fervor, corking under pressure, and a fuck funny story guy and a bully dad.

The only problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty yobo customer as kids growing up, but we were no mates for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an branding iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was decent'. 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 married woman. She and Mom are liqueur but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my finally class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail bang from my History professor that the Friday category was cancelled.

assuredness. I went to the frat, packed up my horseshit and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up close workweek so I had no understanding not to go home early. speaking of fucking imbecile, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting raging when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a run, calm down. No ! You do n't hump me bombast blah fustian, christ what a chore.

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

The two-hour drive went by somewhat quick, and I pulled into our trivial mansion. 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 firm is 5 bedchamber, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the immense backyard. I stepped out into the heating system. It 's weird, being so hot in other May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the cool house. I heard some rummy noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some people up there ?

I walked up the stairs to look into. I did n't call off out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The stochasticity was citizenry, adult female 's part, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't pee it out exactly.

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

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large boob cradled between her limb. Her branch were together because she had two mitt 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 cleaning woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each former, their arms and legs touching each early. One of their legs was overlapping the former gal, I 'm not exactly certainly whose.

I turned my head to the flat screen on the bulwark, the reference of all the noise. A porn played, a bunch of girls doing one of those sapphic squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had bloom Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The pornography is where one fille gets `` missy cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty very much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all cleared like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the power point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both charwoman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to regain the covers. However, that took a few more bit as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

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

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the doorway, with Mom calling my figure 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 schoolhouse. I did n't bonk what else to do. The telephone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the space. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and stool. I managed to root for over to the face of the road. Looking under the front 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 machine 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 chum are home yet. shot I have to present Mom. I dialed her up.

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

'' Can you come 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 render her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to remember about this. And I came to the termination that I did n't sleep together what to retrieve. Was she cheating on Dad ? variety of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the Truth in this house ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

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

I went up to my room and shut the room access. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confuse. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my kinfolk had squadron party, all the junior officer would just sort of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll plunk up the dishes, no let me get the applesauce, I 'll get more ice ... all that kind of stuff and nonsense. Dad would get a squawk out of it. She was a sober stunner, for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would hollo at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty skid, getting a'B'in scientific discipline. Mom, who knew all my push button 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 bed how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

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

'' It was at an Air Force foot in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some sort of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the'O'order, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And indisputable, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

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

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

'' You probably do n't want to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. Things that parents do n't normally share with their nestling but, in light of sealed ... condition ... I think you deserve to fuck. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famed chicken formula. My ducky. What a coincidence.

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

'' Now, in the Navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, political sympathies play a big region of your advancement. And let me narrate you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your male parent 's life history ! '' 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 game. Yes, your dad is very penetrating and all that, but I played a big character. It never helps to shmooze your commanding military officer, or receive your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little flirtation goes a farsighted way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true 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 blueing Angels, that was the world-class I heard of it. Just picayune whisper at firstly, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, soul told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his itch outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a option. proceed to be the 'good Navy wife'and produce you two boys and make a lifetime for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't slowly, and we had a lot of competitiveness. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not dependable times. `` But in the end, I wanted the spirit. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a unchanging home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the early buttock, looked the former way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't lie with, 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 beginner very much. Always have. And I love our aliveness together. I would n't sell it for the world. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

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

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

'' I kept thinking, he would just belong to to me at some full stop. 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 near part ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The navy poor boy. blastoff down bad guy, highly decorated, almost an full admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Good Shepherd Good Shepherd, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some char named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written varsity letter. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's binge had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my booster you saw today, is another navy blue wife. She 's new than me by a few yr, but in the same gravy holder. We got drunk once and spilled our moxie, our deep, deep guts ! And after several month of talking, we decided to have a little joint school term today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the foremost prison term ? ``

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

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

'' Ok Mom. fountainhead here 's a truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to digest. But I 'm dismal I judged you so harshly at number one. Obviously, that was n't bonnie, or very nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very skillful hug. She cried a little 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 petty sweet, then I excused myself for the eventide as I was very old-hat. 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 tire out, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG titmouse and found some old front-runner. It occurred to me then that that was form of a unearthly topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some accuracy to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology socio-economic class ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT company that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's sort of Weird. It 's More that, this is just kind of ... incorrectly ... on so many levels, and yet these biddy are having such a fucking good time ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just sleep together this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex ogre and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

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

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

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Fri. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the skimmer will wager ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of testis and Viscount St. Albans and haschisch Robert Brown. She asked for my assist in the garden ; it was time to plant some efflorescence. In the old heyday bed off to the incline of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo short circuit and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and glove and early implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red myopic shorts. And I mean short-change. As in 'not long'. short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her middle. At to the lowest degree two millimeters past her ... private surface area. She also had on one of dads old USN khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt full dress and tied them into a knot in front end. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glint at her bare midriff for quite a while.

time lag ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college dame ? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a routine ? This is n't right !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my option and also with a damn ferocity. I need to recollect 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 high up telephone number for a mid-forties adult female. fountainhead, fuck you. And the buck you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five human foot nine. And she had curve, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving manakin, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that significant ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. twice that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her face. respectable Chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. overnice skin as she kept out of the sun for the virtually part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one young looking. But the Charles Herbert Best parts were her eyes and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her oculus 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 dandy smiling, too.

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

We got the flats 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 star sign so Mom always wanted to plant efflorescence to pretend it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very remedial to plant and make things mature. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

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

I raised my psyche up from the excavator and looked over at her. She was sitting on her human knee with her legs tucked under her. Her chest jiggled as she tried to break spread a plant flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you lie with ? ``

'' A female parent knows. Crusty socks, encrusted old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom refuse can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the smiling eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a twat ! '' Not really rightful. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he was n't often with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit aflutter, I thought maybe you were going to call on 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 drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, good afternoon, night metre ... 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 flavour at my factor puddle ! '' I argued. `` I did n't suffer much pick of not being a sex fiend. I mean, stigma got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' well, Trav. Let 's not make each former uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too messy. ``

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

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

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

'' Hmmm. penalization. '' I thought for a few bit. Then I came up with a bang-up and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have the former person watch them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just evoke ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of disgorge fuck puppy and I do n't eff if there 's a Shangri-la but I 'm pretty trusted there 's a netherworld and I 'll be in it with all the other derelicts and deviant and orca and --

'' wad ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my tee shirt over my point to try and get some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop 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 normal ! It 's jut win or fall behind, momma ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to turn my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little more away from her so I can deform over for her and grab some fucking roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her breathing place just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn youngster ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the plot ... ''

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

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

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her business enterprise like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. christ ! How many button are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt derriere tied properly at her belly button.
I could now see exposed booby flesh.

cleavage. Lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep. And many solar day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to enshroud my rising flub. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a handwriting to grab a petunia and place it in the ground. Her chest swayed back and Forth River, 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 full tits. Not the nipples, of form, they were straining her shirt.

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

'' There should be. Illegal movement in the ... forepart ... ''

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on strike and constitute a union and picket your house. '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 grunge all over the walkway.

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

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 rest of the tools.

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

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my ft. I had shoe on, but they were dirty and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to gargle my foot off.

'' O.K., stand back. The water shoots out pretty severe. '' Always thought of how to be good to her tiddler, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my fundament and got the dirt off. Got the filth off my shin bone and calves, too. ripe not to traipse all that stain onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and guessing me in the crotch ! And the chest and cheek ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water felt COLD !

'' 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 more time. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my weapons system. She 's not light as a feathering, but it was n't a problem for an epinephrine and hormonally charged young man.

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

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

As she came up for air, I did a cannonball right following to her.

Jesus ! I thought the hose water supply was cold ! We do n't turn on the pool heater until commemoration Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing lading shorts. The kind with like 17 pocket and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming proboscis ! I could barely move, 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 measure and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating little by-blow ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an maddening opus of shit ! ``

I turned to facilitate her out so she would n't slide. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my cock. Rise, 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 water, the coldness body of water, I could n't contain myself. Her pap had hardened to near adamant strong suit, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her physical structure, leaving nothing to the imaging. Oh facial expression, there 's even a little gram molecule on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her promontory back to gather up her tomentum and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at full attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't sober, rectify ? Is it ? fuck !

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

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

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

I patted her butt as she walked past.

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

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

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

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I got out of the shower bath. Yes, it was mostly a dusty one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to drop off ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm certain that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my animation. But ... hoot ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

'' Honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to make 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 Irish potato is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds safe ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't know it was this surd not to have-to doe with myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my mitt on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a screw pussy.

Then I began to wriggle the knob.

Locked.

Fucking kick ! 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 concentrated on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of track. You ca n't wager Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to leave around 6:30. dinner party reservations are at 7. frock sort of nice. love, Mom.

Mom does n't have intercourse 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 forefront into the work, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my decent black bloomers and a bootleg silk shirt, it 's got some White person little paisley action mechanism 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 ... bunce. Looking pretty crisp ! 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 behind at McDonald 's or maybe Warren E. Burger -- ''

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

This garb, wow ! Satiny material, recondite and dark blacken. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very sloshed. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a little mitt around her busty body. You could see some apparent movement in the wearing apparel. I was n't certain, 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 past, I got another surprisal. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of faux diamonds going across the rear, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small-scale of Mom 's binding. The very minor of it. the smallest part. What I would bid, 'Below the belt'even.

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

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark hair done differently, some big curlicue and waves and flips instead of her usual plane. wickedness red lipstick and gorgeous eye makeup completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... mythologic ... sanctum shit ... you do n't bet like anybody 's mother ! ``

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

'' Like the place ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than is effectual in some southern res publica. The heels were utter ; high gear, but not so high as to micturate one look dullard when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

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 dollars a class on it just trying to keep it running, too. Brits, near the great unwashed but do n't empathize much 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 English. Taking her script, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the railway locomotive, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a dissipated and life-threatening ride !

I popped the clutch and tear down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a distich might slide but still made it to the eating house about ten minutes late. The gentleman took the car and backed it in, right by the front doorway. That 's respect !

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

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

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into thought and held my arm, and smiled her awarding winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an laurels in 8th grade for in effect grin. We only tell the truth ... ok I 'll close up.

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

Mom made trusted to brush her breast against Fritz a piffling, 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.

'' respectable even folks ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all please with himself.

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, disdainful 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 ruckus ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a gang of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne-Ardenne pail with Fritz'compliments, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another board, and several staff of life and rolls, 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 former guy was moved across the room so we did n't feature 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 dogshit ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

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

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

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a couplet. '' And she patted my articulatio genus 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 to close my pudden-head mouth up just in time.

The dinner party was tremendous. The filets were supply ship and succulent, the tater mythological, and the company was ... Almighty. Mom and I were touching practically through the unit dinner. shoulder, or substructure, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt prosperous, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad young lady friends and bad sex prison term ; now that we were on a different degree, we could sing about a lot More stuff.

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

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

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastic Voodoo sofa ! You can depart your car here and bid us to come get you ! I will call my friend at the door, you wo n't wait in phone line. ``

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

Fritz went into total flabbergast modality. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 beverage. But Fritz got us set up with a Nice little booth far enough away from the band so we could lecture, but not out in the boonies, either.

The prolusion stripe played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew most of the birdsong too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in historic period ! delight ? ? ? ``

Who could balk ? Not me. The base was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super nut'on. After a few Song dynasty we went back and sucked down some zany Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. okay it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so very much sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' dixie ? ``

'' Yes, dixie ! 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 chivvy yourself this afternoon ? ``

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

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

Holy shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to jerk off while she watched. Um ... too practically thought process ...

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly odd. But then. One of her preferent Sung dynasty came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow down song about dancing with his buff. I was gear up 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, Dixie. ``

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

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

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

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

Her thorax bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest of drawers pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an in brusk than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thigh pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my slight finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a picayune midget string.

I was trying to keep 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 tender 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 toil her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my brain back to take care at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a niggling something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her cervix, just below her right hand ear. I lingered, and kissed a few Sir Thomas More small kisses in the general orbit. Confederate States of America breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being measured of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a minuscule more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance trading floor. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no motion, 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 head nod. I released her right handwriting so I could put both arms around her waistline, and she wrapped her subdivision around my neck.

'' Travis ... dear ... ''

'' Yes, South ? ``

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

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my financial statement with a grueling pelvic jabbing. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fuck ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dance floor, Mom holding my manus and me trailing her very closely. I did n't require everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the humble 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 soupcon. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

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

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her titty into my shoulder joint and arm. I swung my innocent bridge player over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other knocker, still inside her apparel. I hefted it, checking it 's weight unit and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet house, fucking marvelous. Her nipple rose to greet my medallion. I tweaked it, rolling it between my digit. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you folks ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red aspect, and my helping hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just leave these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her capitulum. She downed her crapulence. 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 search presentable. It was n't leisurely. Several minutes went by, I began to get refer. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two new guy ! And she was doing a crack ! And laughing ! And another shot ! ass !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A little smudge to her manner of speaking. `` I just needed another boozing to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't well-off. '' Mom reached into her diminutive purse and pulled out a wad of Joseph Black material.

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

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

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

Mom smiled a severe smile and nodded her head.

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

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

She was in a precipitation to find a wastebasket, or a plant life, or something to get vomit in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home so I could supervise her on the way. She only got sick the one time, outside the clubhouse, 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 place, gently, caressing her groundwork a short. I eased her out of her clothes, which is n't get laid slowly at all with a dead-drunk mortal. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the pee closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could booze some water and go pee. After several proceedings, she got down about 12 troy ounce of water. The unit time she was spouting off `` I 'm dark I 'm dingy ''. Yep. I know. I 'm regretful too.

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

Okay, yes it did occur to me to feel her up or eat up what she started, but I 'm not actually a raper. 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 stuff on the iPad when I heard the sign creaking a bit. mortal upstair is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

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

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

'' So ... I remember peeress 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 habitation. ``

'' Well, fortunately, we have one car left hand. the Jag is at the eating house and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those ulterior today. ``

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm distressing. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... diddlysquat. I 'll just say it. I do n't make love what I was thinking lastly night ... I was ready to, um ... nooky you, and I thought if I got enough alcoholic drink 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. ``

'' well, Mom, that 's not the only opportunity we 'll ever have. ``

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

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

Deflated, I went to the music way. Yes, the theatre has a euphony way. 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 teenager. 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 couple hours, it really helps me to relax and not cerebrate about things.

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

'' Do n't stop, celebrate acting. '' Mom always liked my guitar acting. `` Do some golden 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 music Gas, then I played some Kentucky woman, Mom 's favorite.

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was sort of strange. We did n't bring up the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging stopcock into her pelvic girdle. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't note those things.

We got home after a couple hours, form of measure from running around town.

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

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was gear up to nail my mom last night, and today, it 's like null 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 spur track of the moment matter ? Random probability ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was unspeakable. We were hot and operose, 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 ventilation became rile, 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. zippo. Ran downstairs, where the snake pit is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the kitty. With a glass of wine. 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 speak. Now. ``

'' well, sure honey have a seat -- ''

'' Mom, stand up. ``

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

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

'' Travis ! What ... where are you taking me ? Wait ... no ... huh uh ... put me down.. PUT ME DOWN Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 sure ? '' 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 alright too. ``

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

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

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my hand on her cheek, 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 mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a piffling spit inside her mouthpiece, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her resign arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my bureau pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our line racing through our trunk. Our gentle passion turned to enraged rage. My rousing was physically ostensible to her, and I 'm for sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to hasten matter. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get women like this everyday. I 've had lots of girlfriend, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our kiss 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 human elbow so she could check. Of trend, she arched her back to thrust out her bureau. She ran her tongue over her rim slowly.
I bent down to choose off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

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

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

'' holy place shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's retentive sleeve whiten 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 lower down to rip it subject completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

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

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her consummate tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 sec, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a mo as they heaved with each hint. My cock 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 hip for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my bare mom, spare for the slight plot of ground of deep red held be some lilliputian material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's cosmic string broke and came off in my bridge player. My mom lay naked before me. Her bosom splayed out to the sides, her bare pussy looked so inviting. I reached over and go around her legs, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

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

I climbed between her ramification, and rested my body mostly on my cubital joint, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her capitulum with my will hand and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it well-fixed. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet daub. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cloud cap.

I pressed in a footling, my stopcock 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 shaft lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a piffling, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

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

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her pegleg naturally wrapped around mine as we began to have dearest. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a patch, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's fully depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite fast one is to pull my cock out most of the way, and then ride it back nursing home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's favorite magic trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slack withdrawal and quick thrust back down brought a straightaway piddling `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to fix sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to suffer my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. Last night I gingerly held her boob, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for high-priced life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt heavy, I could bang faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like animate being. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My brand cock continued pistoning inside her for several transactions. I buried my font in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a adept look 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 ... know me ... fuck your ... mom ''

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

'' Savior ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, infant ! ``

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... piece of tail you ... Mom ... fucking ... love you ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Lay down honey, it 's okay. '' I rolled onto my back, Mom lay along side of meat me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

'' Do you mind ? It feels dear to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, beloved ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A little tired. Give me a couple arcminute though, and we 'll begin circle Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a round Two in a foresightful 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 think it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussy and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a diabolic look on her boldness, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuity, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my screwing God, Travis ! I have n't run through a man 's cum in ... twelvemonth ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was right-hand. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to full intensity 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 lingua, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my light beam with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye physical contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

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

And she was dear at it, too. unwaveringly pressure, near spit action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes more stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a good yearn 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 bosom into manoeuvre, also. She ground them into my second joint, 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 nipple. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some time with them. If you do n't mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning grinning again, and crawled up my body, dragging her luscious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my case, swinging it a publicize column inch from me. Her moody mamilla hung an inch or Thomas More from her large aereolas, she let it pasture my cheek.

Finally, I could n't tolerate it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my mouth. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to sop up so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 eld too late. Still I sucked this one boob for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my side 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 glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then lick on this left tit with a fiddling More leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to pass water it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit figure, not just the mamilla. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure enough. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

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

'' God no ! Keep going ! It 's like the honest massage in the macrocosm ! But do n't touch my twat, or I will cum. ``

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

True to her countersign, she shuddered and came, right then. variety of a belittled one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her peg and slipped my cock inside Mom, single-handed. I hunched over so I could still mold on her left breast. 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 breast up so she could touch it with her rima oris, too. By the way, I continued to love her pussy slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the nooky ? Was my dad, the war hero sandwich, a total retard ? He did n't like this ?

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

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

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

I swabbed her pussy with my script, getting more juice, and slathered it in her tit vale. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her breasts and held them astray, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my hammer entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my tool head would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

fountainhead, with her encouragement and with that a good deal imperativeness from her tits, I had little choice.

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

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

A lot of the meter, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a woman, there 's sort of a method 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 snatch. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hour. Or maybe 10 bit. I also did her illusion, which was to face up into her eye. But near of the meter they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her pap being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to proceed 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 sometime matter. I do n't know how this will work in the future with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

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

'' cum here, baby ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her flavors actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a adept mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

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

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

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 station will be clear-cut tomorrow good morning. ``

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

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

'' So Mom, tell me more about this cleaning woman the former day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussycat. I 've seen you suck prance. You can tell me about your short 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one nighttime. And we talked about how decent it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite imbibe, and we said we should assist each other out.

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

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

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

'' I did what any hearty 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 Lapplander room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred emotional state looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very spooky. After our 2d glass, 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 internet, if we wanted to watch something.

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

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

'' I do n't roll in the hay what it is, and it looks stupefied. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word, if it is a Bible ... Debauched and unseasonable 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 wearing apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should divest, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the Sojourner Truth, I 've never seen a farm cleaning lady naked, in my actual presence before.

'' I got, very spooky 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 gal on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous small fry 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 legs and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was prissy. Very nice. To have a warm body adjacent to me.

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

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good kisser, I just kind of go all dazed 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 pussy into her oral cavity. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, variety of expectantly, as I held the other 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 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 plan. Um, what do you want ? ``

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

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

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to present him ? And babble out to him on the earphone ? 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 recognize ... ''

'' Do you need that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him necessitate some blue angel tablet and take up fucking me again ? ``

I did n't respond. I did n't be intimate what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking tangible world reared its ugly head.

'' I do n't lie with Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do cognize it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a mesa for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm went off at 8:40, Sunday dayspring. 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 time. I want to be awake and set. ``

fountainhead, tinker's damn, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go mummy !

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

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more metre last Nox. Each clip seems to be as good or safe than before. When Mom seed, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a little female child at Yule. 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 peter like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her bosom did n't just jiggle, 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 physical composition on and had brushed her hairsbreadth. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to let the cat out of the bag to your Padre. 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 movies was on. Cool.

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

At 8:59, the phone rang. The headwaiter is on the stock !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net context and pulled up my preferred porn land site, and found the Lesbo spurt 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 line up me stroking my cock and hardcore Mytilene on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's alright, he 's been a bit of a tab, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid young lady he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was metre I got involved in the song. Mom was holding the phone to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like electric cell speech sound. So I stood up and stuck my heavily dick into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes dear ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the speech sound for a second gear ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah blah ...

I tried fondling her titty, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the hot seat with her, and forced my rooster to her back talk. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italy as Mom has about a third of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to ptyalize it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be bang-up ! We 'd have it away to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awe-inspiring ! ``

Mom pushed me hard, 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 mighty here ! But she had to stimulate it count good. She waited a few bit, then handed me the phone.

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

In realism Mom had taken my cock and bent it downwards. When it 's this difficult, it does n't deform downwards.

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be cool down ... maybe you can instruct me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her backtalk. the Nazarene that feels nice.

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

Mom could assure we were getting done, so she ran into her privy and locked the door. Shit !

'' open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her present ! ``

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

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the fabulous Ian Lancaster Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his sweat to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other dark, ASKED if there were any female parent present tense before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her hubby 's endorse. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two youngster were at their female parent 's house this morning time. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite unlike from Mom, more in kind of my generation. fiddling scant, little trimmer, smaller breasts but very perky, short blond haircloth. Like Mom, however, she was a spectator, no dubiousness about it.

Both ladies had on very tight skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere jumper which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball peal. It was n't too severely, we
already had two mimosa in us.

'' Well there 's this livelihood group, a meeting place, for Navy wife. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a paw. You know, there 's sections for bases, so the gals local anaesthetic to a base can avail each former with baby-sitting, doctor 's fitting and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about poppycock, then met in person to verbalise about things we did n't want to babble about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' Cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the other 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 destruction ! But ... he knows I need to have some contact once in a while. He does n't listen as long as it 's just girls and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes family ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd care to spend the eternal rest of the day at our sign of the zodiac ... ''

Jeanine did this little smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a linguistic rule. I do n't like it, but it 's all or goose egg. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, Mr., ca n't come to me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't rival 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 column inch away, you just ca n't affect me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mom 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 face, and lingering hands, and footling caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and quick Jeanine 's No-Touching rule really was.

We finally got up to impart, 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 number 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 helping hand and whisked me away.

For the ride nursing home, Mom sat in the rearward bum while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't have it away why for a mates minutes, but then it became manifest ; Mom wanted to rub down Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red luminosity to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her eye closed.
Then they fiddled with the backside and got it reclined. Mom could now get two men on Jeanine 's dummy. outset over her shirt. I had to veer several metre 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 bosom, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller cable car or truck came alongside, they would feature a thoroughly position for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out front. '' I said to cipher. The girls were lost in their trivial dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to provide Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka quinine water, with not much soda pop. 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 dame and shoes on. No tip, 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 motion of sucking my stopcock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to pertain the precious Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her nerve. `` 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 pecker totally enjoying the feel and the prospect of another char sucking her tit.

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

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side slide fastener, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her livid supporter looked mythical as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to work panties today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

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

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's wooden leg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's slit as she went past. She climbed up by Mom 's tits and got to her nerve where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in social movement of Mom. Christ Jeanine was horny, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting knife and mouth. I moved around to get a better tone. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her first ! 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 touch Jeanine. Her titmouse were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass face 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 case ; all covered in girl ointment and this immense smile on her face. I went to Mom.

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

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to puzzle out up some of your bitch succus. ``

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 kitty-cat juice. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her length from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

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

'' Can you trust this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking tremendous ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you rib 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 banker's bill as adult female seem to eat pussy different than men, or at least different from me.

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

'' Shit yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I had been about as patient role as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging peter needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the theatre, 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 Little Joe way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a short oeuvre to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with more than than one early person in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's twat was so wet and slick, My rooster just went in like it was nada. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so hard and her puss offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... dwelling house sweet base ... '' I mused as my quill sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between breathing time. `` This is now ... my favorite fucking placement ... of all time ... fucking holy jack ! ``

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

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

SPANK !

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning Nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should have ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their trembling felt unspoiled on my pecker as it kept up it 's unforgiving attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis sister ... roll in the hay me ... so safe ... fuck me ... screw your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... ass your nasty adulteress .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more second gear of this and I would be done.

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

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

I did. I came. The burst ripped through me as I drove my cock as hard and deep as I could into Mom 's slit. My throbbing cock loosed squirt after marvellous spurt recondite inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So make out hot ... Mom 's pussycat suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy shtup as she came.

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

The present moment my peter came out, my spermatozoon 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 rest in her mouth. 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 minutes 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 special day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the same time 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 long moment, 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 turncock. Jesus, I had never used this before. It felt great !

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

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

'' The tracks are vindicated ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs all-encompassing for me.

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

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricate into her impart hand. She used that to guide my cock in the redress direction.

My pecker hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indent in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indentation let me strike forward ...

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

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

With minuscule thrusting, my rooster 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 lube overcame the friction and down I came.

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

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy female parent 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )