It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came domicile from college for the vacation. I had to admit that my little boy isn't so minuscule any more. He had grown up into a responsible for young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking guardianship of his consistence with good intellectual nourishment and usage. Anything a good mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be Sir Thomas More proud of him. The funny affair was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 twelvemonth old me, I've been living alone since the divorce years ago, working my job at the section fund replete sentence, getting along with the neighbors and the rest of the family. There were a few play here and there, but there was not a lot to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been placid delightful.

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

"Sure thing, mom ! Just give way 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 theme to reward him for his gruelling 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 trouble me from having a lovely Night with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight trying on unmarried and shorts, smiling his million dollar sign smiling. A strapping new man with musculus pectoralis of steel and broad shoulders. Six foot tall. Short, neatly kept embrown hair. Dashing dark-brown heart. 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 raw, my full physical structure exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear upon at to the lowest degree some dress while I was around the house like a proper grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came abode, I just did not want to apparel myself while I'm in the theatre. I didn't even bear in mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more than. I settled down in the paired chairperson to eat. My torso still had a lot of zip from my youth. My skin was bland and strip. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my usage regime. The only if piazza where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blond, blue eyed and I kept my metier length haircloth 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 bomb, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

We had dinner like a pattern family 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 routine, like clean the household, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the cup of tea, Alan casually turned to me.

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

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

We had ice ointment in the living elbow room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the air. I was half laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my titan 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 table future to him and smacks his lips.

"Home 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 prison term for yours."

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to wake up, and juices started to seep out of my endanger snatch, staining the sofa. I watched his hands reach for his trunks to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not oppress my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my mouthpiece. My son had the most beautiful pecker. 10 inches of rock'n'roll backbreaking meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not hold on myself from getting off the sofa to kneel before him. He spreads his legs open for me to get nearer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right hand wrapped around the prat of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to ooze out the head. I gave it a farseeing lick with my natural language, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no early taste on Earth. I had tasted many cock in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the in effect one. Just the right grain and tinge. The right length and cast. 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 sassing, and before I knew it, I had sucked the total distance in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch out my lips and lashing it with my glossa. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the question. My turmoil amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady regular recurrence, enjoying this man heart that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's dick feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most disallow matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't tutelage. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to sop up this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my rid manus was stroking my enflamed clit, my juice flowing like a falls 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, babe. Give momma your hot delicious sperm !"

My brain slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and aroused fiddling MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shudder uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, nous rolled back and gradually arcing. My digit on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat Menachem Begin to roil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy strings, and tasted as scented as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in joy as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an worldly concern shattering coming, continuing to interlace my back talk and jerking his cock with them. to a greater extent and more of his consignment spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting headspring, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the oral sex, and proceeded to slush around the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the pleasantness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a Dean Swift gulp down, I swallowed his total onus, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the side by side few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent putz, my index number fingerbreadth giving my cunt a slowly wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our late eventide subroutine as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's peter, I could not stop getting so energize. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my break off set of common good 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 smiling, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .