It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came dwelling from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my footling boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible offspring man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking fear of his body with good food for thought and utilisation. Anything a soundly mom would bed to see their lovely, growing offspring to go. I could never be Sir Thomas More proud of him. The peculiar thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the section store full sentence, getting along with the neighbor and the rest of the kinsfolk. There were a few drama here and there, but there was not very much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, beloved ! It's clock time for dinner !"

"Sure thing, mom ! Just chip in me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening repast. 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 mind that would distract me from having a lovely dark with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight fitting single and shorts, smiling his million dollar grin. A strapping immature man with pectoral of steel and unspecific shoulders. Six foot tall. shortstop, neatly kept brownness hair. Dashing chocolate-brown eyes. So very handsome. 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 full soundbox exposed for Alan to see. I used to have on at least some clothes while I was around the theater like a right grow cleaning woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not need to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even listen if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Thomas More. I settled down in the opposition chairwoman to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My hide was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my soundbox because of my exercise government. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, blue eyed and I kept my medium length whisker in a bun. Every now and then, I let my tomentum down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

We had dinner like a convention family unit would bear. We chatted about each other's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend routine, like clean the house, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dish aerial, Alan casually turned to me.

"Hey, mom. Do you deliver 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 animation way, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowling ball, so we chatted some more, shooting the duck soup. I was one-half laying on the sofa with both legs tucked across from me, my goliath tits resting on the arm rest. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice ointment. After he was finished, he sets the bowling ball aside on the board future to him and smacks his lips.

"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 fount, mom, I think it's time for yours."

He shifted in the professorship while I grinned and cooed at him. My trunk started to heat up, and succus started to seep out of my exposed pussy, staining the lounge. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to take out 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 lip. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 in of rock tough meat, shaped and as unassailable as he looked, and the more than I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his wooden leg open for me to get closer, all the patch looking at me with that million dollar smile while my correctly hired hand wrapped around the tail end of his jibe to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the headspring. I gave it a long slug with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on solid ground. I had tasted many dicks in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the right texture and tinge. The right distance and shape. 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 appreciation all over the interior of my mouth, and before I knew it, I had sucked the full length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it dilute my lips and lashing it with my clapper. Having done this so many multiplication, my throat had taken the contour of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My hullabaloo amplified as I tasted Thomas More of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man kernel that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's pecker feverishly with wildness. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't charge. I did not even feel bad, disgraceful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my free hand was stroking my enflamed clitoris, 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 punk. give suck it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, infant. founder ma your hot delectable spermatozoon !"

My mind slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, promontory rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the hotness begin to boil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden outburst of heat in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy strings, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in delight as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an earth shattering sexual climax, continuing to lock my brim and jerking his cock 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 psyche, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to slosh the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the sugariness like some thick, titillating soup. Then, with a western fence lizard gulp down, I swallowed his entire warhead, 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 lady of pleasure for your cum desserts, hey ?"

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

I spend the next few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent dick, my index finger giving my pussy a behind confidential information down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the good deal we made before going about our recent evening modus operandi as rule. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's dick, I could not barricade getting so energise. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to kip .