It's been LE than a month since my son, Alan, came domicile from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my little boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible vernal man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his soundbox with good food and use. Anything a practiced mom would jazz to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more proud of him. The funny affair was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 yr old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the department storage good time, getting along with the neighbour and the residual of the phratry. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not much to speak or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

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

"Sure thing, mom ! Just render me a sec !"

I was preparing this night's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to reward him for his hard work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On cloud 9. There was not a lot on my intellect that would trouble me from having a endearing night with my son. No to a lesser extent that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a Edward White tight fitting exclusive and shorts, smiling his million dollar smile. A strapping untested man with pecs of steel and broad shoulder joint. Six foot tall. short circuit, neatly kept Robert Brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very bighearted. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my entire torso exposed for Alan to see. I used to jade at to the lowest degree some wearing apparel while I was around the theatre like a right grown cleaning lady, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came plate, I just did not need to get dressed myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even heed if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more than. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My skin was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too very much fat on my physical structure because of my exercise regime. The merely place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boob. I was a blonde, low eyed and I kept my sensitive length hair's-breadth in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

"Ah ! Spaghetti ! My favourite ! You the dud, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

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

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

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

We had ice cream in the living way, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the breeze. I was one-half laying on the sofa with both wooden leg tucked across from me, my whale tits resting on the arm rest. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the mesa next to him and smack his lips.

"home plate made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juices started to seep out of my exposed pussy, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 column inch of tilt hard gist, shaped and as secure as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the More it seemed to be inviting my look towards it. I could not stop over myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his pegleg candid for me to get nigh, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my good hand wrapped around the hindquarters of his slam to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the head. I gave it a long lick with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other gustatory modality on Earth. I had tasted many dick in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the ripe grain and hint. The right length and bod. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this taste all over the inside of my rima oris, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire duration in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch my backtalk and lashing it with my spit. Having done this so many meter, my throat had taken the physique of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the fountainhead. My excitement amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady calendar method of birth control, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's dick feverishly with wantonness. It was the naughty and most preclude thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't precaution. I did not even palpate bad, disgraceful or hangdog. All I wanted was to suck up this beautiful rod and delay for the tasty booty that I was working it towards. All this while, my liberate hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"suck it hard. You know you want that spunk. Suck it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, child. sacrifice mommy your hot delicious sperm !"

My head slammed down into his privates as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and ruttish little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat begin to boil over. He reached his elevation quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy string, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in joy as I caved, my pussycat convulsing hard from an solid ground shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my sass and jerking his stopcock with them. More and More of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the psyche, and proceeded to slosh the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some midst, erotic soup. Then, with a Gustavus Franklin Swift gulp down, I swallowed his integral encumbrance, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the next few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent bill, my index number finger giving my pussy a slowly wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our late evening act as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's turncock, I could not lay off getting so arouse. I had never thought that giving Alan headland and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of mutual horse sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a well-chosen smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to log Z's .