( Jessica )

As I wake up the next morning with a sore pharynx courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a nerve-racking week at work. Then last night happened and I 'm immediately nervous that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally give away our closed book to my husband. That makes me feel sick to my stomach with anxiousness. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the can door with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, love. Sorry I could n't remain awake finis dark. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your presentation at employment go ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, good. '' It 's hard to centre on Trevor 's vocalism while thinking about what I did utmost night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him wary. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore throat and it 's grueling for me to babble out. I think it 's from talking non-stop yesterday. ``

( Trevor )

'' Okay. Well, it 's almost 8:00, so I 'll go downstairs and get some coffee going for us. See you down there whenever. ``

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the room wearing an old t-shirt and jammies gasp. Once he 's out of my mountain, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the night before. Just thinking about it with ikon of gobbling up my son 's dick, clod, and cum flashing through my headland instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clitoris. As I showered last night, I wondered how I 'd experience after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiousness from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to take it further when given the prospect. It does n't take long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and complete my morning routine.

I put on the Same loose tee shirt from last night with a distich of lime common yoga pants since my shorts got soaked. My new ensemble is not an chance event. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my whisker into a ponytail, I head downstairs to recover an empty crime syndicate room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work email. I go to his office and as expected, I find him at his desk in strawman of his work laptop with dawn news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an e-mail expression I need to go out-of-state adjacent Saturday and wo n't get back until late that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four uninterrupted nights alone with Dylan. That 's the kind of chance I was hoping for. `` Are you going to be in here for a spell dealing with work ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' Okay. I 'm going to make some eggs and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll bring them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

A few minutes pass by and I 'm adding eggs in the pan when I hear footsteps ascending the cellar stairs, then the door opens and closes. I keep my back to Dylan and let my yoga pants do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast eroding that shirt again with tight yoga drawers that are absolutely clinging to her bubble rump. There 's an obvious wrinkle defining her deep arse whirl. It looks like two balls divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and labour into her tooshie so that I can easily find her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. Morning, infant. '' Dylan pushing against me tactile property proficient, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' Morning, Mom. '' I ca n't fend touching her and wrap my arms around her shank with my hands reaching inside her shirt to rub down the underside of her white meat. Then I start grinding my pants-covered pecker into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. '' Trevor is a tits guy and gets grossed out by the thought of even touching anywhere near my prick. I 've asked him a few multiplication over the eld if he 'd be up for trying anal and he 's always shied away from it, saying maybe in the future. I got the hint, though, and stopped asking about 5 years ago. I was tired of the disappointment every time I got rejected and he 's never brought it up on his own. So having attention shown to my ass feels great and lets me know it still looks full to someone.

( Bob Dylan )

I want to charge Mom 's skin-tight pants off right now and bury my face in her fat, but plastered ass. Just seeing it last night and this morn was enough to pass on me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic feelings from finale night. I squeeze a little tighter and jump increasing my pace in an attempt to dry excrescence her bum. She puts her hands out on the sideboard to stabilise herself, gives a quick sexy groan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels adept. But not now. Your don is in his office and could walk in here any 2d. We have to be chic. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a shit. I 'm entreat deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her brass hugging my erection as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and Forth River against the counter. I 'm entice to train both of our pants off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin prick creating friction between my ass boldness feel wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pants on, then retrieve our current state of affairs and find composure. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my bosom and bear on his hips away to work around and see a massive pants tent on his privates. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Dylan )

'' Sorry, Mom. I 'm just so horny and you turn me on so much. I ca n't block off myself from feeling you up. ``

( Jessica )

I like that. `` It 's fine. But we can not do this stuff when your dad is around and he can easily becharm us. Ca n't do it. okeh ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okeh. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me know he 's going out of town next Saturday for a few days. So until then, we 're just mom and son. Understand ? ``

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' Damn, a whole week. I desperately want to bang my mom right now and would do anything to convince her to let me. But I ca n't thrust it and break what I have. I need to be voguish and encounter along.

( Jessica )

I pull his dick out so that it 's standing straight up, twist down, wet-nurse the fat headspring and a few more inches into my sassing, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 quick times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his pants with my hand. `` One week, Mr.. You can make it. '' I hope I can relieve oneself it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's mouth again sends a wave of satisfaction over my trunk. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a home plate of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't overhear a glance of your big hard-on. '' God shit, that kid 's got a effective dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and engage Trevor 's food to him. He gives me a speedy thanks without breaking his stare from the reckoner. I bend down to osculate him on his sass with him having no idea I just had our son 's morning wood between mine. That sends a shiver of badness down my backbone as I walk out to enjoy my food alone in the family way, happily thinking about what just happened and how charge I am for a hebdomad from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Sat goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Monday drags on for timelessness. Tuesday, just four days away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Thursday 's done. We get by Fri as well as another sexless hebdomad with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Bob Dylan was a upright boy all week and respected my want. I did get him looking me up and down legion times as he patiently waited. And I 'll be honest, I dressed down every nighttime in a way to charm his eye just to keep him wanting more. There was only one individual in my life I was trying to shanghai all calendar week and it was n't my husband.

On the cockcrow of the day Trevor is leaving us, I jump out of bed at about 6:00 AM like a kid on Dec 25 morning. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I complete task around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the basement stairs at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squinted center. `` unspoilt good morning, sweetie. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' stuff and nonsense around the theatre. ``

( Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

He 's wasting no time. `` Uh huh. He does n't leave for the airport until 3:00 this afternoon. ``

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. okey. '' I do n't really make out how to come on today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does get out, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her pencil lead ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

'' I was thinking. Why do n't you take me out somewhere nice to eat tonight since it 'll just be the two of us ? A amorous date. ``

( Dylan )

I do n't deliver a job to pay for a repast and I do n't accept a car. This is going to experience like a mom taking her little kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to respond, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

'' How about I drive us there and pay for the food, then you drive us home since I 'll probably feature a few drinks ? You have your number one wood 's license, so we might as well use it. Then when we get home, we 'll see where the night takes us. ``

( Dylan )

I feel a small better about that arrangement. `` okeh, that sounds good. What metre ? ``

( Jessica )

'' I looked online and the restaurant has an availableness at 6:00, so let 's will at 5:15. And DRESS UP. We 're going somewhere nice, so you ca n't go in wearing sweatsuit and a baseball cap. '' I 'm making sure this will be a memorable night for him. Also, selfishly, I want to see him putting effort into looking attractive for me.

We wrap up our flying conversation and go our separate style. I do n't see him the repose of the day as we stay officious doing our own things. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar agile peck on the cheek as he leaves with his luggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my intimate needs. I head to the master bathroom to shower and get going primping. I feel excitement and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to come later.

5:10 hits and I hear Dylan yell up to me.

( Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

'' Yeah, I 'll be right down ! '' I turn to the full-length mirror by the bed for one terminal review of my appearance and know there 's no way he 'll be able to contain himself this night. Mission accomplished.

( Jessica )

The mirror 's reflection gives me a full sentiment of myself in a sleeveless vino red Midi cocktail dress that cuts off at the knee joint. It has a deep v-neck with see-through mesh detailing on the bust and lace trimming on the bodice. The bust has built-in padding to really make my segmentation pop and the back zips up. There 's a side of meat tear on the left leg of the skirt with scalloped lacing edging. I 'm not wearing underclothes because the wearing apparel is fairly tight in the hip, so I want to keep it perfectly shaped.

The high gear heels are matching in colouring and help to defecate my ass look stronger. My pilus is down and I made sure it has plenty of intensity. The physical composition took about 30 minutes to apply, but looks on point. The smokey eyeshadow, dark pink lipstick, and medium length press-on gel fingernails with white crown complete the look. I 'm feeling very confident in myself as I grab my disastrous leather wrist band and brain downstairs to satisfy my son.

( Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the stair, I see she 's wearing high school heels and a frock. Then she comes into full sentiment and I can barely control myself. She looks graceful, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her looking at like this before and fend speechless shaking my head teacher in disbelief. Her breasts look immaculate in that dress. Surprisingly, my favorite part about the tone might be her hair. It looks so full and aphrodisiacal, like it was professionally styled. Holy whoreson, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Bob Dylan stands there shaking his heading looking me up and down, I ca n't serve but to smile. He 's purloin. `` What do you think ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... unbelievable. So good. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his eyes survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde whisker is neatly styled and he 's wearing a Christ Within blue dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, total darkness wearing apparel trouser and shoes, and a black 5-button singlet with the bottom push undone. I can also see a black belt with a silver buckle peeking out from under the vest. Aside from gifts from family, I 've bought all of his apparel for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't make an extensive press. I know this is about the dainty outfit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly treasure his wearable choice for our date. And he looks damn serious in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the vest frames him, but he looks more athletic than usual. I 'd love to get him au naturel right now since I 've only seen him bottomless so far. In due time.

( Jessica )

'' Thank you. I 've got ta say, you 're looking pretty hot yourself over there. mum likes. You ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm indisputable to walk in figurehead of him on our way to the garage so he can watch me from behind and I immediately feel his eyes on me. I also feel something else at the Sami time that I have n't felt in years ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Dylan )

As Mom paseo in front of me down the hall to our garage, I have a perfect view of her ass as each cheek shifts with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a appearance and she 's doing a great job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a charwoman who knows to handle and pose herself confidently unlike female child in school who are unsure of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my center in her direction. Her self-confidence is a huge good turn on. We reach the car and pull out of the garage in silence. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a John Roy Major metropolis and the restaurant is downtown, so there 's traffic to engagement at 5:30 on a Sabbatum night in the summer. After a 40-minute drive with some small talk of the town included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star French restaurant with a apparel computer code that I made indisputable we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's leftover side and sneak my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the third house, we 're greeted by the emcee and shown our table.

I can sense almost people looking up at us from their scale as we walk behind the master of ceremonies through the seat. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am sure many of the fair sex are envious of my particular date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't roll in the hay that and I do n't design on letting them come to that conclusion. We get seated at a table in the back corner away from nearly of the other patrons and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few s after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' expert evening and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your server, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your first prison term ? ``

( Jessica )

'' First clip for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

'' Great. Is it a extra occasion ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our firstly engagement. '' Just then, I catch a glance of jealousy from Caitlin and bonk it. That 's right, this hot young guy is mine. I see Bob Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our potable order. Dylan goes with water while I social club a very expensive glass of red wine.

( Dylan )

'' beginning appointment, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also true up. There 's nobody else around tonight, so we 're free to be ourselves and not just mom and son. Remember the rules. We are two grownup tonight on a day of the month enjoying the early 's ship's company, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a stroke of excitation run through my veins.

deglutition came, we ordered food, Thomas More drinkable came, we ate, and a concluding round of drinks came. My son, having only had piss all Night, is completely sober. I, on the other hand, am definitely tiddly and touch uninhibited. As we make small talk, I stretch my brake shoe out under the table and find his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his fork as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as high-pitched as I want. damn being only 5'5 '' with short legs. With that realization, I finish my third gear glass of wine-coloured and put my credit circuit card in the check brochure. Caitlin comes by to take hold of it and I reach my manus across the table to hold Bob Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' I 'm so set up to get my son naked and on top of me.

( Dylan )

'' Do you want to go back home ? '' Can I be assertive now and say her everything I want to do to her ? This situation is still awkward and weird, but my endocrine do n't give a shit.

( Jessica )

'' O.K.. Then what ? '' I 'm curious to see how he handles this conversation. Plus, since I 'm feeling effects of the wine, I want to flirt and mess with his head a bit.

( Bob Dylan )

She 's going to gain me say it, huh ? I had my cock down her throat a week ago and have been fantasizing all week about being inside of her. But now that the dark is here, I 'm having a hard fourth dimension expressing myself and taking controller. `` Not sure. Maybe watch a moving-picture show or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the night is still young. ``

( Jessica )

What happened to the controlling human face fucker from a hebdomad ago ? Maybe he has to get the act going before he finds himself again. `` Maybe a pic, maybe something else. We 'll see. You ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, let 's get out of here. ``

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I manus him the keys and stand up to leave. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his left arm and stay my capitulum on his articulatio humeri on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the physical connection with Bob Dylan feels exceptional. Like he 's my man. Every second we 're touching each former, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the departure, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my left bridge player to draw her abject cover. But I feel my hand rest atop the shelf that is her butt cheek and resolve to let it leave out so that the cheek is in my thenar. I rub it around and finger no underclothing stemma. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a quick squeezing and wonder at its combining of firmness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a slight yelp and smile panoptic as my son grabs my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any moving picture in our firm tonight.

We get in the car and Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the rider seat so that the Split on the parry portion of my apparel clearly exposes well-nigh of my left leg to him. After about 10 minute of arc of drive, I 've seen him look over from the quoin of his eye multiple times. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the shopping center console table and force his veracious hand onto my exposed thigh and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg smell so smooth and hairless. This is the start clock time I 've touched her cutis below her belly push button and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can finger a hearty quantity of oestrus hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touch. I look over and she 's got her oral sex tilted back with her center closed.

( Jessica )

His fingers are only about 6 inch from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a piddling bit. This movement home base could never be shortly enough. He starts squeezing my inner thigh and rubbing up and down as my pussy is crying to be penetrated. I do n't think he can reach far enough to get inside. DAMN IT !

( Dylan )

I ca n't reach far enough to get my fingers into her. maledict IT ! After about 5 minutes of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my helping hand back to eat up the driving home. But then she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 minute to get dwelling house. I 'm pulling him out of those pants rightfield now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my belt and unzips my pants to unwrap my erection. She wastes no time in stuffing it in her mouth and going up and down. God shit, I 'm getting road head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Bob Dylan 's penis feels at family in my back talk. I 'd love to go wild on it, but ca n't leave a mess or brand in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inches and jerk the tail 4 remaining inches with my right hand.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my right hand on the back of her headspring and try to screw her mouthpiece while maintaining control of the car. This is unmanageable to balance. I decide to shorten my pelvic move and let her dominance most of it. She starts twisting her head onto it while never coming up for a breather. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her olfactory organ. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the right wing of us and the driver blows his trumpet. He must have caught a glimpse of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

I do n't even care about Dylan blowing his load right now and not saving it for when we get habitation. I 'll get to certain he has time to recharge his balls for another load. Right now, I 'm just starving for my son 's cum.

( Dylan )

It 's probably been about 5 minutes now and she 's come up for a ready breather just once. She 's loudly slurping on it in an effort to keep everything contained and not on the car rear. She 's incredible.

( Jessica )

Some of my saliva has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't matter as long as the seat and car 's internal stoppage clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can feel his dick grow a little more and his balls tighten.

( Dylan )

'' I 'm about to cum, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Bob Dylan 's cum splashes into my back talk with multiple nebulizer that I quickly suck down to prevent a raft. Unlike last calendar week when lode after load was deposited down my throat, these service of my boy 's cum are hitting my clapper and getting tasted. And it tastes so good. A little bitter, but still with some sweetness mixed in. And it 's THICK to the point in time that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This conniption is so hot. Spray, gulp, spraying, gulp, spray, gulp.

He 's break off shooting now and I 've swallowed it all while successfully keeping the car unblemished. I lick all around the base of his dick and deplumate myself back up into my seat as we make the number onto our street.

( Dylan )

God, that felt so good. I look over at Mom and she 's staring at me with a diabolic smirk and wiping the corners of her sassing. Such a slut.

( Jessica )

'' impart it hanging out of your trouser as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road head, I 'm more change state on than ever and determined to be intimate my son 's wit out tonight.

( Dylan )

The house 's front lighter automatically come on as the service department door raises. I just hope no neighbors were looking out their windows because there 's no denying what they would have seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the service department room access and step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened waist of my gasp up with my mightily hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and take your knickers off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind backbone into the house with my erection still partially integral as I watch her ass bounce through her dress with each step again. God damn, I want that ass. As apprise, I drop my pant on the story along with my air-sleeve and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Dylan )

Mom starts going upstairs and I closely follow. It looks like she 's purposefully trying to jostle her big ass into my face, so I slap the justly impudence as it sways to the side.

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the confidence trick of my son 's paw smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my horniness, that 's for sure.

( Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's room and I follow. Is this really about to bechance ? Just like that without any conversation first ? I stop at the door as she walks to the full-length mirror next to her side of the bed and kicks her high heels off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

'' Come unzip me, please. It unzips down my dorsum. ``

( Bob Dylan )

I enter the room and glide path her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her headway forward so her hair falls safely away from the zip. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her prat. Then I back up a twain of feet as she lowers the dress and drops it to the trading floor next to her shoes. What 's standing in nominal head of me is a work of art and the most beautiful cleaning woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in front of my son without a care in the world. The feeling is completely liberate and somehow born. I watch Bob Dylan take the view in from behind as he observes my front in the manifestation, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked sound last week, but they 're perfect this week now that I can see her fully nude. And her ass ! Holy shit. It 's also perfect. Plump, round, and firm with a little seawall on the left field cheek. Her slit is shaved with just a little bit of browned hair's-breadth around the orbit. I can see the c-section scar from when she had me and it does n't release me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the rest of her does n't make any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my arms around her abdomen with my partial erection hanging down and pressing against her ass offer. I reach up and protrude massaging her chest. She lays her headspring back with closed center, so I bend my head down and start kissing the pull up stakes position of her neck with her long dark hairsbreadth falling against my pectus. I might still be a virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my month of dating this past tense twelvemonth. Then she reaches her left script behind my neck opening and starts jerking me off with her right hand, finger's breadth on the underside.

( Jessica )

opinion my son 's glossa run up and down my neck feels calming and extremely aphrodisiacal. And the feeling of his dangling stopcock pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can severalize it 's not erect, so I grab it and start pumping. His hands are massaging my tit and we do n't say a Bible. All I hear is our external respiration. I turn around and detain within his grasp, but now his hands drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his centre thirsty with lust and insistence my lip against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his oral cavity and I feel his clapper on mine. Oh yes.

( Dylan )

I can try out the wine-coloured from Mom 's lips as our mouths attack each other. I feel her slipping her tongue deep into my oral cavity, so I return the party favor. The phone of our breathing and tongue swapping are the just dissonance in the elbow room. Then she sucks on my tongue and pulls her look away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and forth between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` hang on a second. '' I reach for my phone to get hold a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and plug in my earpiece to the bluetooth speaker in the room as the music starts playing. I toss the phone to the side of meat and autumn onto the bed lying on my rachis. Dylan follows.

( Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and start licking lot around her right nipple. It 's getting harder by the second, so I latch onto it and suck it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. Suck on mama 's titty like a good boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 eld ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my mammilla again. I can tell he 's trying to get as much as he can into his mouth and lightly nibbling on my tit. Then he pulls back and I pull his headland down onto my left chest. He devours it.

( Dylan )

Mom 's nipple are so big that I 'm not even close down to fitting one in my back talk. Still, I open wide-eyed and eat as much of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost the like liquid in my sass. I start nibbling on her gummy left nipple and then suck like I 'm trying to coax Milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arc her back. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

seeing my 38DD get pulled into Bob Dylan 's mouth and feeling him draw my nipple while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me crazy. Then he pulls up to search at me and I take the opportunity to push his shoulders so he starts sliding down my naked body. He seems to sympathize my expectations as he begins kissing my belly and running his glossa down me. I prop a pillow under my foreland so I can watch his face disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my tongue down Mom 's flaccid belly, I start to get nervous. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to blow at it. But, the instant of Truth is here and I have to figure out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the hips and rive her toward the edge of the bed and get on my knees. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the typeface, inches away. I can already palpate its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the edge of the bed, I see Bob Dylan 's case disappear with just the top of his top dog visible. I feel his breath inching closer to my skin. come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my legs as wide as I can and see his hands come up to roost on my duncish intimate thighs. Then, he dives in.

( Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her peg across-the-board and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the privileged walls of her labia, then I find her clit and get down flicking it up with my tongue. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to entomb my facial expression and promote my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's spit is working my pussy and it 's fantastic. Licking my labia and clit were a enceinte start, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can discover my succus squishing against his typeface. This is ecstasy. I grab his tomentum, restrain his straits in place, and start out humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't deal less about his words right now. `` That 's it, let your mother fuck your face. ``

( Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her renal pelvis onto my boldness, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to yell for her to get it on my mouth, but my words are muted by her kitty. I can smell and smack her now and she 's sweet in both regards. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my spit as much as I can and let her pound herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' nookie yes. well boy, Dylan. Eat Momma 's cunt, my blue son. '' I begin to project my cunt up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his face. I 'm not just fucking his spit anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the point that his mentum gets pulled into my clit and his clapper runs down the entirety of my perineum, millimetre away from my virgin cocksucker. With another status in mind, I let go of his hair and brook up. `` Get on the bed, on your back. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening face and lies on the bed.

Once he 's down, I climb onto the bed and range his face, grabbing his pilus again. `` marijuana cigarette your spit back out. '' He does as he 's told and I start riding my son 's side as I look down at him being smothered.

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my fount, her expression is one of pure lust. Getting off is the exclusively affair on her mind rightfulness now and I could n't be felicitous to produce it materialise. Her heavy tits are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunities are rare as she grinds at the speed of lightning. She begins pulling my hairsbreadth harder and bouncing up and down on my tongue as she stares into my eyes biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my ramification start to shake. `` Oh God, child. I 'm about to cum. hold open lacing, do n't stop. ``

( Bob Dylan )

My spit is completely asleep now. I think I have it extended out, but am not positive. Being used by Mom like this is such a turn on and a tangible dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, baby ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her headspring back and an detonation of warm wetness splashes into my sassing and onto my face. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after undulation of vivid pleasure runs through me and my pegleg tighten against Dylan 's header as I squirt three fourth dimension, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my slit onto his mouth. `` Yeah, swallow all of it. ``

( Dylan )

There 's not often of a flavor, surprisingly. But there was definitely more fluid than I expected. Mom stops rubbing herself against me and scoots back. Then she bends down and starts kissing me.

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His face is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the pool. I bend down to snog him again and scavenge myself off of his lips a bit. I slip my tongue back into his rima oris and terpsichore with his tongue. He tastes so sweet-flavored. I pull back up and a string of my juice and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my chest. `` Let 's get your shirt and vest off. ``

I unbutton his singlet, then shirt, and get out both off over his head and lifted implements of war. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the start time and he 's in lots better shape than I previously thought. He has some muscular definition in his chest, shoulders, and arms. I can also see a couple of veins running down his blazonry. He does n't have a 6-pack, but his abs are as flavourless as a board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his dick brush against my butt boldness. `` What 's that ? ``

( Dylan )

The paradigm of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a show-stopper. Her huge mammilla are hanging down, but still firm. Her tummy has a slight puffiness to it on the front, but the position are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks incredible. She raises a few column inch and scoots back a little more. Then she sits justly on top of my penis with it splitting her labia sheep pen. The passion and wetness feel like zippo else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You gear up, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yes. '' And with that, she raises up about a foot, twist my dick straight up, then lowers herself back onto me so I 'm all the way inside of her pussy.

( Jessica )

Oh God. The flavour of fullness is amazing. The difference in girth between him and his father makes a world of difference. I stay still for a few seconds, then bend down to drub his lips and tip of his knife, sit back up, push my hairsbreadth back, and start riding my son 's massive virgin cock with a steady rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly fond, subdued, and slippery. My mom 's coxa are going back and forward at a restrained pace, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the feeling and flavour of her being in a human beings of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

Bob Dylan 's cock feels like it was custom fitted to be inside of me. It 's a tight fit, but oh so pleasurable. I put my hands on his hairless chest and commence riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a rate that increases my heart rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my dresser, her munition are incidentally pushing her breasts together to make deeply cleavage. I reach up and run my hand between it as her pace increases. A couple of minutes later, she shifts her military position a little so her left knee is still on the bed, but her flop leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her torso angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvic girdle and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her give white meat is hanging near my brass, so I suck it back into my oral fissure as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

Oh wow. Dylan 's now hitting into my uterine cervix as I increase my pace again and am slamming down onto him. It 's a safe feeling. `` Oh yes, baby. You like having your female parent turn on your big turncock ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an amazing tone. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a voracious gait as my dick keeps hitting a paries inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right hand, digs her nails into my chest with her left hand, screams out, and starts shaking on top of me. I think she 's cumming again.

( Jessica )

'' AaaaaAAAAHHHH YEEEEESSSS ! ! ! '' My boy is giving me a arcsecond sexual climax tonight. How the hell on earth is he still a virgin ? His repeated pounding into my cervix uteri made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll sustain to remember this position for futurity use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts opening and shutdown her stage, like she 's trying to twinge the last dip of her succus out. She 's got her tit pulled from my oral cavity and hands on the back of her head now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big mammilla are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a corking view of her because her back is arched, so her breast is pressed forward. That leads my eyes up her neck to her beautiful face, then to her now messy hair. She looks like the epitome of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my dick and get on my knees. `` Get on all fours. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to ingest me doggystyle ? '' I assume the side for my lover and soon feel him get in me from behind. Oooh hoot, he 's getting even deeper than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her slit. As I go in and out, I get corneous watching her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. They create a small fold at the top where they meet the small of her cover, so I grab the fold like a hold and initiate driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's dick smell so good inside of me. I 'm at a posture on the bed where I can keep an eye on him know me from behind in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Watching his reflection lets me lie with I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to take up everything from me that he wants. The head of his dick starts flicking against my g-spot every time he pushes in, so I start pushing back into him.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom and I are now fucking each former like cony in hotness. I look in the mirror beside the bed and watch her knocker swing around as I control her from arse. That 's a good face. I can also see her watching me in the reflection. We make eye contact and briefly grin at each early. Then she looks over her entrust shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

'' Keep riding me, infant. I want you to cum in me. ``

( Dylan )

That makes me take off pounding her harder with the sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass buttock growing louder. I move my bridge player to grab the slope of her coxa and draw her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my cock bass inside of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the remote heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's rooster hits my g-spot. It 's almost too much to handle. I collapse face-first onto the bed and Dylan stays attached. I see in the mirror that he has put himself in a push-up spot and is driving downward into me now. Knowing he wants this as much as I do makes it palpate right. Then, I start to find the tingle inside myself with a wave of joy hit. My hamstring tendon tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's shaft. He does n't slack down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splashing onto me, squirting again like when she was on my facial expression. The strength hits my pecker and makes me need to never end. The strait in the room is now an obvious wet buffeting. I love it. She convulses a few times and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the interior. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god shucks sexual climax, diddly. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's putz. And he knows how to use it. Then Bob Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big cock go in and out of me and my psyche is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Dylan. fucking Mommy 's bitch and cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. '' I grab his weapon and adjudge tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my stage around him to root for him closer and snaffle his ass with both men as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can feel myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive teat roll up and down as I hold her coxa and heave myself into her. What a sight that is. Her hand are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and jostle my tongue into her rima oris and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our glossa to have intercourse the other 's mouth. I feel my dick twitch and formal tighten, so I pull my face back to look at her. She gives me her roguish smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum cryptic inside her cunt. I ca n't stop fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my seeded player as deep into her womb as I can get it with the strongest orgasm I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his warm seed shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his face the stallion time and have a go at it I 'm giving him something special. I feel especial because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly snaffle his hairsbreadth which redirects his heart to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my last spray of cum into Mom 's vagina and push button it in as far as I can. Mom 's biting her lip and I lean down to give her a soft kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my mother and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The touch is a picayune confusing because everything that transpired over the final 40 minutes was selective information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and cast onto my back beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my cock from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no rue. It was an unbelievable experience. And on top of that, he 's incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting to a greater extent of that. I turn my principal to my right to face at Dylan as I feel his warm up jizz running down onto my ass. `` Jesus of Nazareth, that was amazing. What 'd you imagine ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

I turn my head to look at Mom. `` I have no Holy Writ. It was unlikely. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're felicitous ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want Sir Thomas More of you, Mom. I feel uncontrollable when I 'm near you. I ALWAYS want to rip your wearing apparel off and get inside of you. ``

( Jessica )

'' Good. ``

( Dylan )

'' We have 3 Thomas More Night without Dad, right ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Mon through Wednesday off work for us. So we 've got the days, too. And during this prison term, I 'm all yours. ``

( Dylan )

That news sends a wave of excitement through me. I ca n't wait to do this again.

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be honest, I 'm a lilliputian worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your staying power is off the charts. I 'm practice to being done after about 15 minutes with your father, so I think I 'm tapping out for the dark. ``

( Dylan )

Damn it. `` Okay. I 'll see you in the morning ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's position of the bed. The exclusively rule is we sleep raw. Deal ? ``

( Dylan )

'' mickle ! '' I feel somewhat hangdog for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's zilch compared to what we 've already done. So fucking it.

( Jessica )

We get fix for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing straightaway coup d'oeil with each other in the mirror as we brush our dentition beside each early. We finish up and wax into bed under the covers. I roll over and give Dylan one More deep kiss. `` in effect night, my love. ``

( Dylan )

'' skilful night, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Bob Dylan 's chest and he rests his leave deal on my head, massaging my scalp with his fingerbreadth. This is pure bliss. I lay my left arm across his waist and roam off to sleep with my naked son under me .