( Greetings ! This one 's maybe 45 proceedings long. promise you enjoy it ! )




mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey boater ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in nominal head of the early, for swiftness ! '' He 's a fighter pilot, that 's the measure reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm senior high school speed, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the vernacular pretty good.

'' You 're going home for Mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. please say me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the opinion that since his wife was n't his mother, he did n't want to get her anything for Mother 's day. That is the wrong effect, believe me ! He 'd been over-doing it every twelvemonth since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send out something because he was TDY ( irregular duty ) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for full admiral, so he was very engaged. The theatre is in El Iskandriyah, Old Dominion, 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 Heron. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnect War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as flight loss leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Wilson Reagan, he 's cool under flack, keen under insistence, and a piece of tail funny guy and a great dad.

The only job is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than one-half my life.
My chum and me were pretty tough customers as kids growing up, but we were no equal for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was sufficiency'. Or rather, I learned early on. My sure-enough brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the limit. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a piddling strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last family of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail clap from my History professor that the Fri course of instruction was cancelled.

assuredness. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up final stage week so I had no rationality not to go home early. speech production of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey sister, I was taking a trial run, calm down. No ! You do n't screw me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a distich long time, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at rest home with her. She 'll be happy to see me home ahead of time, I thought. I 'll storm her.

The two-hour drive went by pretty promptly, and I pulled into our little mansion. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by sealed Pentagon-ers. We pay engage, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 chamber, colonial style, big in-ground consortium in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's Wyrd, being so hot in early May.

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

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The stochasticity was people, women 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't realise it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's bedroom, 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 breasts cradled between her implements of war. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

laying next to my mom was another char, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly trusted whose.

I turned my headland to the flat blind on the bulwark, the source of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those sapphic squirt debauchery. Actually, I had seen this one. It had flush Tucci, a Shirley Temple Black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her nerve by all the former dame. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not sensationalistic, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the item of the story.

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

All this takes retentive to key than it actually took situation, I think I was only there a pair seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both char jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the book binding. However, that took a few More mo as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn shady. But at the minute, I was pissed.

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

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I 'm not answering that.

I begin to manoeuvre to the freeway to link up the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't do it what else to do. The earphone rang again, I looked at it on the rider 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 nooky chuckhole receding in the length. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the strawman wheels go all wobbly and give away. I managed to get out over to the side 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 car repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a spry look.

'' Tie Rod, '' he said. `` Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day. ``

Great. None of my buddies are home yet. Guess I have to face up Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so sorry Travis I can explain -- ''

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

'' Can you arrive get me ? the car broke down. '' I gave her the address.

'' Sure, um, I 'm leaving right now. ``

'' brand sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to mean about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't know what to believe. Was she cheating on Dad ? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this house ! '' That lineage was drilled into me, by her, for yr. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably tranquility ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so perplexing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my sept had squadron political party, all the junior military officer would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the methamphetamine hydrochloride, I 'll get Thomas More ice ... all that kind of hooey. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a severe looker, for for certain. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would hollo at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty horseshoe, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons 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 party. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

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

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

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

I sort of blushed and turned my head. 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. affair that parents do n't normally share with their kids but, in light of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to bed. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's celebrated chicken recipe. My darling. What a coincidence.

'' After the two calendar week were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim 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 mathematical group, political science play a big section of your advancement. And let me tell apart you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's life history ! '' She posed for a instant, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the secret plan. Yes, your dad is very astute and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officer, or have your married woman do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little flirting goes a foresighted 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 Saame, 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 Blue Angels, that was the get-go I heard of it. Just little whispers at get-go, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wife. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his error, he said.

'' So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy married woman'and raise you two boy and realize a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't gentle, and we had a lot of conflict. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not upright clip. `` But in the end, I wanted the lifetime. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable 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 other cheek, looked the former way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty safe liveliness for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't bed, 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 founder very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade it for the world. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some answers on her activity 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 clock time he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her fork on her plate.

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

'' I kept thought process, he would just go to me at some point. 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 hero. Shot down bad cat, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Good Shepherd, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her varsity letter from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy married woman. She 's younger than me by a few years, but in the Same gravy holder. We got drunk once and spilled our guts, our trench, inscrutable guts ! And after several month of talking, we decided to have a little joint seance today. You were coming home tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the first time ? ``

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

We looked at each other for a second, then we both busted out laughing. That was sort of our slogan, but turns out it was a bit empty.

'' Ok Mom. wellspring 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 endure. But I 'm dismal I judged you so harshly at first-class honours degree. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very courteous hug. She cried a niggling bit on my articulatio humeri, I reassured her that it was okay.

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to face me and gave a quick buss on the lips.

'' I love you too, Mom. '' And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the eventide as I was very weary. 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 tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some lookup for MILF BIG titty and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was sort of a weird issue, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some true statement to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychology stratum ? I searched instead for that Lesbian jet PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so practically that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's sort of weird. It 's more that, this is just kind of ... wrong ... on so many floor, and yet these chicks are having such a piece of tail bam ! They are either some big actresses ( dubious ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this red cent. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 mo flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't assist but figure Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's kitty-cat and whoa ... roll in the hay ... cum flew out of my tool at close to Ernst Mach 1 ! I had to observe it 's nous down or that motherfucker would hit me in the eye or even go on the rampart. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I 'd care to separate you about some brainsick sex dream, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in trough about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the sailor boy will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and Viscount St. Albans and haschisch browns. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to industrial plant some flowers. In the old efflorescence bed off to the face of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a jersey. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and roue and gloves and former implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few transactions later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean brusque. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs sort out from her middle. At least two millimeters past her ... common soldier country. She also had on one of dada old United States Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt prat and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her abdomen to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a mo, I could glance 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 asset and was make to allot her a number ? This is n't rectify !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a tinker's dam furiousness. I need to consider properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well contribution it : 9.5.

Now, you may say that 's a tinker's damn high number for a forties womanhood. fountainhead, piece of ass you. And the gymnastic horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her form, while not petite like a starving theoretical account, was very pleasing. Her bosom were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that authoritative ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. two-base hit that. Or to a greater extent. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her typeface. Good chin with no hang-downs or image going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth whiteness, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her eyes and her smiling. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey bull, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that mean something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that neat smile, too.

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

We got the flat tire 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 house so Mom always wanted to plant life bloom to make it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very remedial to plant and lay down things grow. We chatted about all variety of stuff, until she brought up a funny discipline out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` Speaking of masturbation ... '' she let that hang there.

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her articulatio genus with her legs tucked under her. Her white meat jiggled as she tried to break give a plant life flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you know ? ``

'' A mother knows. Crusty windsock, crusty old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smiling again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really true. Sam was a rowdy guy and played college football. But still, he was n't a great deal with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex freak or something. ``

'' Well, how do you believe I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not a lot of a sex crusade. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, good afternoon, night clip ... wait ... 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 tone at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have much choice of not being a sex fanatic. I mean, scar got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' Well, Trav. Let 's not micturate each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too mussy. ``

fountainhead she was right about that, my shit gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can guide it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the accuracy in this theatre'! So no fibbing. ``

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

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

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have got the other soul watch them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the former masturbate ? I 'm some sort of unhinged fucking pup and I do n't make love if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure as shooting there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the early derelicts and degenerate and Orcinus orca and --

'' muckle ! '' Mom said.

We worked the filth for a piece in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my jersey over my head to try and catch some snap. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the roots away from some former 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 prescript ! It 's jut win or lose, mammy ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made for sure to flex my arm more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should sprain a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely gaudy enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn tike ... show no respectfulness ... put em through college ... they cheat at the game ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up heterosexual person and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her chest 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 looking at as she went about her business like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old tatty shirt. Then the following. And another one. Good Shepherd ! How many button are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied redress at her belly button.
I could now see give away boob flesh.

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

I returned to my oeuvre, trying to hide my rising flub. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all quartet, moving about, lifting a mitt to seize a petunia and post it in the ground. Her knocker 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 total tits. Not the mamilla, of track, they were straining her shirt.

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

'' 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 work a union and picket your star sign. 'Unfair to workers'. ``

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very nice. We did n't, though. Dirty, sweaty, smelly, and there was potting territory all over the walkway.

'' You put away the tools ? '' 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 grime. I took in the rest of the tools.

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

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had shoes on, but they were filthy and scandal had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

'' Okay, stand back. The piss shoots out pretty voiceless. '' Always thinking of how to be good to her Kyd, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my feet and got the dirt off. Got the grunge off my shins and calves, too. adept not to traipse all that crap onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and slam me in the crotch ! And the chest and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking H2O 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 out my back.

'' Are you done ? '' I asked when she stopped.

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one more than time. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

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

'' hold on it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the consortium ! ``

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hose water was inhuman ! We do n't turn on the puddle heater until memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to drown to the shallow end, but I was wearing cargo underdrawers. The kind with like 17 air pocket and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunk ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked surd and catch up with Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the steps and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, shitty, cheating petty shit ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating piece of diddlysquat ! ``

I turned to assist her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my stopcock. Rise, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the cold urine, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at to the lowest degree an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her body, leaving nothing to the mental imagery. Oh smell, there 's even a minuscule gram molecule on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gather up her hair and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous titmouse 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 unplayful, right ? Is it ? ass !

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

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

Mom suddenly realized her wet mamilla were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was funny, because her tit 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 kind of a fun afternoon.

(. Y. )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a low temperature one. I had to get this matter back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't require to turn a loss ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... dogshit ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't mean of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking bring in my head.

'' Honey ? '' Mom called from the hall. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to scavenge 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 tater is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my genitalia but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't have it off it was this hard not to touch myself !

In my way, I heard the shower go on. Mom 's naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire ? This will order. If I go in there, we 'll find out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my handwriting on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a nookie pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

roll in the hay bitch ! 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.

wellspring, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of line. You ca n't wreak Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a textual matter from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be gear up to leave around 6:30. dinner mental reservation are at 7. attire variety of nice. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't recognise that you do n't hold spell out every word in a text edition. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an time of day or so later. Poked her drumhead into the survey, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice black-market pants and a inkiness silk shirt, it 's got some T. H. White minuscule paisley natural process going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmastide and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my hair up ... godsend. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

At 6:30 I hollered up, `` I 'm gear up ! ``

At 6:40 I hollered up, `` We 're going to be late ! ``

At 6:43 I hollered up, `` We could probably get a tooshie at McDonald 's or maybe Burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the nucleotide of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a disastrous apparel and high heels. But that 's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a metal structure.

This dress, wow ! Satiny material, deep and dark black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very loaded. Fitted, I guess is the terminus. Fitted like a small glove around her voluptuous physical structure. You could see some motion in the dress. I was n't sure, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some bread and butter for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprisal. The garb had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a fiddling string of fake baseball field going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the low of Mom 's vertebral column. The very humble of it. the small-scale section. What I would yell, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a little bit for me in the lobby. Her attire flew out a pilot inches as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark pilus done differently, some big curls and waves and flips instead of her usual flat. night red lipstick and gorgeous eye make-up completed her facial expression. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... holy jack ... you do n't await like anybody 's mother ! ``

She flashed me a demure grin, seductively put a fingertip in her mouth, turned halfway and kicked up a heel.

'' Like the skid ? ``
total darkness patent of invention leather, stiletto bounder, and extra strap that went up her ankle far Sir Thomas More than is sound in some southern states. The heels were gross ; high, but not so high as to bring in one look pudding head when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

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

Dad 's Felis onca, 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 fat uncle some years back and he probably put 200 sea mile a twelvemonth on it. He probably spent a thousand dollar a year on it just trying to hold open it running, too. Brits, good the great unwashed but do n't realize much about electric systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the doorway to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her position. Taking her mitt, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the locomotive engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a debauched and severe ride !

I popped the grasp and shoot down down the street. 13 arcminute to go ! We screeched and careened and did a pair power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The gentleman took the car and backed it in, right by the battlefront threshold. That 's respect !

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

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very busybodied tonight and we ca n't give tabular array all dark ... ''

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into vista and held my arm, and smiled her awarding winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an award in 8th gradation for best smiling. We only tell the the true ... ok I 'll shut up.

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

Mom made certainly to brush her breast against Fritz a little, 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 Danton True Young man !

The waiter came up compensate away.

'' trade good evening 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 pleased with himself.

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, contemptuous 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 rumpus ensued. Could I key the rumpus ? Not really. Just a bunch of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucket with Fritz'regard, a poll'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various breads and paradiddle, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her damn mouthpiece shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our Order and they left us alone.

'' Who knew you were such a little diddlyshit ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

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

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

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my knee under the tabular array. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the board but I was able to shut my stupid mouth up just in time.

The dinner was terrific. The fillet were tender and succulent, the tater fabulous, and the company was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the unharmed dinner. Shoulders, or feet, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with chronicle of bad girl friends and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different stage, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The assay arrived, in the amount of money of 40 seven dollar. 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 terpsichore space around here ? ``

'' But of grade ! Across the street is the antic fetish Lounge ! You can leave your car here and call us to come get you ! I will forebode my Quaker at the door, you wo n't hold off in production line. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to allow. She gave him a big hug. A wide-cut eubstance hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full flabbergast way. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The fetish lounge ... now here was a home. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a nice little cubicle far enough away from the striation so we could verbalise, but not out in the boonies, either.

The tune-up band played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favourite. Having grown up in her home, I
knew most of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in old age ! please ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The floor was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super Freak'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty flashy. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so a lot sweetheart, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, Dixie ! It 's sort of a slutty epithet, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

'' So Travis, anything you need to allow in ? Any confessions ? '' I looked at her quizzically. `` Silly boy ! Were you able to not molest yourself this afternoon ? ``

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

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

holy place shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would bear to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly comical. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow song about dancing with his lover. I was make 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 hand on the small of her spinal column. Her bare back.. My left hired man held her good mitt, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't middle school. There 's no chaperone. ``

'' Right, '' I said. We were dancing about a foot apart. I pulled her finisher. Her rebuff, yet intoxicating, perfume almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her finisher still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch short than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of track. Her second joint pressed against me. I caressed her blue back, slipping my fiddling finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little tiny 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 handwriting further down the cover of her dress and cupped a warm up 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 ground her renal pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to depend at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a piffling something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small kisses in the world-wide area. South breathed in operose, 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 little more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dancing base. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no move, 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 wing hand so I could put both weapon around her shank, and she wrapped her branch around my neck.

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

'' Yes, Dixieland ? ``

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

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a hard pelvic thrusting. 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 moving ridge 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 hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't desire everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the small booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a piffling pat. It throbbed in response to her ghost. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, 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 bosom into my shoulder joint and arm. I swung my free hired man over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her wearing apparel. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very spongy, yet business firm, fucking antic. Her nipple rose to recognise my medallion. I tweaked it, rolling it between my finger. 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 face, and my helping hand rubbing her big tit. `` fountainhead ... I 'll just entrust these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her ears. She downed her swallow. All of it.

'' I have to go to the dame room. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and bet presentable. It was n't easy. Several minutes went by, I began to get interested. Ten hour. well, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two Brigham Young guys ! And she was doing a dead reckoning ! And laughing ! And another stroke ! shag !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A little slur to her voice communication. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't well-off. '' Mom reached into her lilliputian pocketbook and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my scanty ! Or ... well not panties ... 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 firm womanly aroma coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to acknowledge to you that you won ! I had to go to the ladies way so I could cum and not create a mess out here ! I 'm so nookie wet ... ''

'' You what ? '' I asked, wanting to be sure as shooting. `` You just came ? Here ? ``

Mom smiled a distasteful 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 card, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a precipitation to get home. But, no.

She was in a hurry to come up a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home so I could supervise her on the way. She only got mad the one meter, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her elbow room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her skid, gently, caressing her feet a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't fucking comfortable at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink in some water and go pee. After various second, she got down about 12 ounces of weewee. The whole time she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm grim ''. Yep. I know. I 'm lamentable 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 recuperation position', so if she gets sick again she 'll be alright.

O.K., yes it did occur to me to experience her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a raper. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

I crawled on top of the natural covering next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the following day, I was reading some hooey on the iPad when I heard the sign creaking a bit. someone upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... form of fuzzy on some thing ... but I 'm reasonably certainly I wrecked our night, right ? ``

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

'' So ... I remember lady 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 strumpet. I 'm so disconsolate Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

'' Well, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can aid me get those recent today. ``

I filled her in on some of the contingent as she had her deep brown. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm dark. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking last night ... I was ready to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough inebriant in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really knead out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Confederate States of America ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

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

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right wing thing to do. The instant was right, the clip was right, but maybe it did n't happen for a reason. And maybe it 's for the secure. I 'm dreary if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

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

Deflated, I went to the medicine elbow room. Yes, the house has a music way. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to meet guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some slight banding for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't care what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a couple hour, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things.

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

'' Do n't stop, keep playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some oldies ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic piece from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a short classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom 's favorite.

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

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

We got home after a couple hours, kind of meter from running around town.

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

I went back upstair for awhile. I had to intend. I was ready to sail through my mom last night, and today, it 's like cipher happened. Back to convention. But I 'm not liking rule. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a prodding of the here and now thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and heavy, 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 respiration became reproof, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's way. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the underworld is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass of wine-colored. 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 babble. Now. ``

'' wellspring, for sure love have a can -- ''

'' 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 YOUNG 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 okey too. ``

She shook her head word, but held her arms up for me.

'' fountainhead then, Travis. Come and reach your mom a hug and a osculation ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle warmth I could muster.

Her soft lips yielded to mine. Our back talk folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a lilliputian tongue inside her rima oris, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like Muriel Sarah Spark flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our torso blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a foresighted time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our gruntle heat turned to furious Passion. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I 'm sure enough she was soaking wet, but I did n't require to rush things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get cleaning woman like this everyday. I 've had caboodle of lady friend, 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 loot. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of grade, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.
I bent down to make off my skivvy. When I stood up, she gasped.

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

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

'' Holy shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a cleaning woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's recollective sleeve white dress shirt.

'' Is this expensive ? '' I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.

'' Yes, it 's from Italian Republic. ``

I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial forte jobbie, no amount of work force can rip through these affair. I pulled her to a sitting posture and kissed her arduous as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, Saviour ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her sodding tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a bit as they heaved with each breath. 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 hips for me.

I undid her capri trouser and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the aspect of my bare mom, save up for the trivial patch of reddish held be some petite material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's drawing string broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her chest splayed out to the English, her stark cunt looked so inviting. I reached over and spread her wooden leg, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my psyche many times, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the other way, or playing with her nipple until she cums or maybe ...

But the flavor in her optic said, arrive and get me, now !

I climbed between her legs, and rested my soundbox mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her fountainhead with my lead hand and held her neck, while my right field snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it easier. The tip of my pecker found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a little, my cock 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 tool lower ... and deeper ... into her kitty-cat. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last four column inch up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch cock lay mystifying inside Mom 's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her stage naturally wrapped around mine as we began to piss making love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her button. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's broad depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favourite legerdemain is to force my cock out most of the way, and then ride it back family. Ok, that 's not a big surprisal, it 's probably every guy 's favorite trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and quickly poke back down brought a quick little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to take a leak certainly I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the shtup bed. last dark I gingerly held her bosom, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her punishing and pulled her tit and pinched her mamilla and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left-hand helping hand down and forced it under her ass impertinence. Cupping her butt hard, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouth, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our tooth. My steel rooster continued pistoning inside her for various arcminute. I buried my case in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out limb so I could convey a in force facial expression at her. She cupped her knocker 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 ... be intimate me ... hump your ... mom ''

That conversant touch was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and skid both hands under her ass cheeks. My flop handwriting went further into her slippery quip. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few moments, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

'' Saviour ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, baby ! ``

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... ass ... love you ... ''

My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first pip-squeak Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after spurt, 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 cunt still contracted in little spasms.

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

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

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

'' Do you listen ? It feels good to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, dear ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm dear. A little exhaust. consecrate me a duad minutes though, and we 'll start out Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a long 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 venter. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish looking on her typeface, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her nerve into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't feed a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was right. I thought it was hot. So did my turncock. It sprang back to good strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the return key, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the Qaeda, extended her clapper, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my slam with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye inter-group communication. She pushed out some seminal remnant, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

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

And she was good at it, too. house pressure, good tongue natural process, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good thing about the 'second'erection, is that it takes more stimulant to cum than the kickoff one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a respectable long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to make out that men are visual, so she made sure as shooting that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her amazing teat into play, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a ailment. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your tits. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some time with them. If you do n't take care. ``

She smiled her award-winning grinning again, and crawled up my organic structure, dragging her luscious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bleak inch from me. Her dark nipples hung an inch or Thomas More from her large aereolas, she let it browse my cheek.

Finally, I could n't resist it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The tit expanded in my mouthpiece. I opened my mouth as blanket 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 suck so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for moment, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her fork, she 's fingering herself, I thought. right, I 'm glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a little to a greater extent leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet tit to get it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit build, not just the pap. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

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

'' God no ! preserve going ! It 's like the easily massage in the world ! But do n't touch my pussy, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful look, then I cupped her pussy heap and rubbed my medallion into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, mightily then. variety of a small one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her ramification and slipped my cock inside Mom, single-handed. I hunched over so I could still do work on her left titty. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you help me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her right wing one.

I pushed her tit up so she could get to it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the nooky ? Was my dad, the war poor boy, a total changeling ? He did n't like this ?

'' No, not silly. It 's fucking hot as hell on earth ! ``

Mom went at her own tit with gusto, just as a lot as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make love to her own tit, it 's so get it on fascinating.

I pulled my putz out of it 's home, but I brought it to a office just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my turncock as well as her teat at the same time. The fact that now her cunt juice was on her tit and my pecker only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my hand, getting Sir Thomas More juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her boob and held them wide, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my rooster entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wondrous titty. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my cock head would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her mammilla like a madman.

'' Cum in my sassing, cum in my mouth, or on my face, just cum on me ! seminal fluid on, cum for me ! ``

well, with her encouragement and with that a good deal pressure from her tits, I had small choice.

My first cum flak went right into her backtalk, followed by the second. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her teat. Mom swallowed down her loading, then she bent her mind and thrash and sucked all the cum from her tits.

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

A lot of the time, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a woman, there 's variety 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 slit. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 minutes. I also did her trick, which was to count up into her heart. But most of the fourth dimension they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her teat being in the way. I stuck a fingerbreadth in her ass again, just to save her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realisation hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time thing. I do n't make love how this will puzzle out in the hereafter with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umteenth prison term, she coated my case with her female cum.

'' Come here, baby ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my brass, she kissed me deeply. her flavour actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her spit, like a skilful mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

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

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

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 tomorrow first light. ``

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal onslaught ! ``

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

'' So Mom, tell me more about this char the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your twat. I 've seen you suck cock. You can tell me about your petty 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our grit one night. And we talked about how Nice it would be to have an orgasm without being alone all the fourth dimension ! We were quite wassail, and we said we should help each other out.

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

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I conjecture, she called me. She was watching some pornography and ... she came with me on the phone. ``

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

'' I did what any red-blooded 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 same elbow room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred spirits looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine-coloured, O.K., maybe a lot of vino. We were both very skittish. After our mo glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a trench breather and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the internet, if we wanted to watch out something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian squirt company'. And ... holy place fuck. These cleaning lady, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen-faced and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, cypher can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 feet into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks stupid person. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the Christian Bible, if it is a Good Book ... Debauched and awry and verboten, 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 dress. Jeanine thought maybe we should undress, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got naked. And, to secernate you the accuracy, I 've never seen a grown cleaning lady naked, in my actual presence before.

'' I got, very nervous again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked dead body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous squirt on the other gallon. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was prissy. Very nice. To have a warm body next to me.

'' But not as nice as this, of class ! '' she grabbed my flaccid prick. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as dainty as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good kisser, I just sort of go all stupid 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 mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, sort 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 sample 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 residual. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished occupation. ``

'' I guess. But, since we 're talking ... what are we going to do ? With ... 'this'... with us ? ``

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really make a program. Um, what do you require ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a patch at least. ``

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

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to present him ? And mouth to him on the phone ? And ... a divorce would be so bad for him right now. ``

'' Well, you should n't get divorced, maybe. I 'll be back at schooling, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to urinate him take some blue pills and protrude fucking me again ? ``

I did n't respond. I did n't make out what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so marvelous 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking really Earth reared its frightful head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched geartrain on her. `` What I do know it, we should go for a skillful brunch tomorrow. It might be too belatedly to make arriere pensee, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a tabular array for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The consternation went off at 8:40, Dominicus morning. 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 prepare. ``

wellspring, tinker's dam, I 'm awake and set right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the honorable nookie 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 than time last Nox. Each sentence seems to be as soundly or break than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a little girl at Christmas Day. then she kisses me so a lot ... Well my erection is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my pecker like it was a bucking broncho and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tit 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 gown, an ugly one, but she had her some war paint on and had brushed her hairsbreadth. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't distinguish her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` dart ! I need to sing to your father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

I just laid there and turned on the TV very low. One of the Diehard picture show was on. Cool.

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more maintenance on her brass. Plucking her brow or some such shit, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the phone rang. The Captain is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the internet setting and pulled up my favorite pornography site, and found the Lesbo Squirt party. In less than a second I was at wide-cut staff again. Mom was settling into the vociferation in the swivel chair.

'' Yes, he 's here, '' she was saying to Dad. She swirled around, only to find out me stroking my peter and hardcore lesbos on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the early way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's very well, he 's been a bit of a tablet, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that unintelligent girl he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an cretin, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the telephone to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like cellular phone phones. So I stood up and stuck my gruelling cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a second ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah claptrap claptrap ...

I tried fondling her boob, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the death chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my cock to her brim. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italy as Mom has about a third gear of my cock in her rima oris. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my pharynx. Yes that would be great ! We 'd be intimate to see you next month for a hebdomad ! That 's so awesome ! ``

Mom pushed me surd, I had to get off the chair.

'' Yes honey, he 's right here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so much ... bye passion ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

goodness God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it wait soundly. She waited a few mo, then handed me the phone.

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

In reality Mom had taken my tool and bent it downwards. When it 's this severe, it does n't bend downwards.

'' So you 're coming place soon ? ... that 'll be cool ... maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testis into her backtalk. Jesus that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking forethought of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's honcho ! ... love you too. ``

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the door. squat !

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the room access. `` It 's female parent 's Day ! Mommy needs her portray ! ``

Her muffled phonation 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 Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his crusade to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first gear man and wife but her husband 's bit. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two Kid were at their mother 's sign of the zodiac this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in form of my generation. niggling inadequate, petty trimmer joist, belittled breasts but very buoyant, abruptly blond pilus. Like Mom, however, she was a lulu, no question about it.

Both ladies had on very squiffy skirts. Mom had a dainty cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the nut pealing. It was n't too hard, we
already had two Mimosas in us.

'' fountainhead there 's this supporting group, a meeting place, for Navy wives. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to aid someone else who needs a hand. You know, there 's sections for bases, so the gals local to a base can help each former with baby-sit, doctor 's appointments and affair like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in person to talk about things we did n't want to talk 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 dying ! But ... he knows I need to make some contact once in a spell. He does n't heed 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 home ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd like to spend the rest period of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this small smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a rule. I do n't like it, but it 's all or nothing. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

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

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The ease of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute stories about me and all the blockhead thing I 've done over the years.

The mammy had many Thomas More buck's fizz, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school female child, and getting all touchy feely like char do. But there were spirit, and lingering hands, and trivial caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how unvoiced and fast Jeanine 's No-Touching rule really was.

We finally got up to entrust, both gals 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 come 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 hand and whisked me away.

For the ride dwelling house, Mom sat in the support bum while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't know why for a couple minutes, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's exit bosom. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's dummy. get-go over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to last out on the road as Mom 's hired man deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

Horns honked at me as I saw Mom pull Jeanine 's bra up and over her breasts, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost base when Mom took off her own jumper. I hoped no taller cars or hand truck came alongside, they would have a well purview for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the service department way, instead of out front. '' I said to nobody. The missy were lost in their little dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't require to leave Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka tonic, with not much soda water. I figured I could n't pertain, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their skirts and shoes on. No crest, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's dummy. I know the opinion ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand apparent motion of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to touch the cute Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some seismic disturbance registering on her face. `` Oh my god, you hombre 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 cock totally enjoying the spirit and the sentiment of another woman sucking her tit.

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

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side zipper, then shimmied out of her dame. Her livid garter looked mythological as it framed her trimmed kitty. I guess she forgot to land panties today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to possess her import of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine undid Mom 's wench and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underclothing today, what 's with these fair sex today ? Ca n't seem to remember anything ...

'' seminal fluid and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a spell. '' And I moved away on the bed a little to present them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's wooden leg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her mammilla into Mom 's pussycat as she went past. She climbed up past Mom 's boob and got to her face where they kissed for various mo ... then she continued up until her bosom were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her kitty-cat was aright in forepart of Mom. Jesus of Nazareth Jeanine was horny, I could reek her from here.

She straddled Mom 's facial expression and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and oral cavity. I moved around to get a better expression. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, then got bolder with each passing hour 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 advert Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her pussy into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass buttock and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the rampart with her laurel wreath as she came violently. Her solid soundbox shook and trembled as she screamed `` shtup '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's side ; all covered in girl cream and this huge smile on her nerve. I went to Mom.

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

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to lick up some of your cunt juices. ``

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 succus. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's headland so she could see better, and I massaged her titty for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you Guy 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 line as women 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 pap, thinking it might help. 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 good ? I 've never done that before ! ``

'' You 're awe-inspiring ! '' Mom answered.

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

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

well, I had been about as affected role as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging tool needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, 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 fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her branch over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a little piece of work to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with more than one other mortal in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's twat was so wet and slick, My cock just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was liberate or anything, but I was so hard and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... rest home sweet home ... '' I mused as my dick sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

'' Dares mo gait ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her mouth stuffed with snatch sassing and, if I was n't mistaken, my clump were hitting something back there. Her nose, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my balls were dragging on something ! The thought process of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my cock thrusts ground her pussy more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' okey you guys, '' Mom said between breaths. `` This is now ... my front-runner fucking locating ... of all sentence ... fucking holy bullshit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't reduce and just rested her head on the air force officer 's wife 's cunt.

I had a hold on Mom 's hips, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

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

'' retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning decent and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' pause

SPANK !

'' wellspring you probably should hold ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their trembling felt respectable on my cock as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mummy ... yeah ... ooh yeah mommy ... ``

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so good ... have it away me ... fuck your slutty mammy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your jade ... ass your nasty jade .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the head of no replication, a few Sir Thomas More irregular 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 slit ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as heavily and inscrutable as I could into Mom 's puss. My throbbing shaft loosed spurt after wondrous spurt bass inside her. It was like shooting petrol into the lava, though. So do it hot ... Mom 's slit suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Savior and the holy fucks as she came.

I do n't have a go at it what was happening to Jeanine down there, was she she drowning ? I pulled out to retard on her.

The bit my cock came out, my sperm cell followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

'' Mom ! She 's eating it all ! ``

'' Jeanine, save me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the repose in her mouth. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and come in 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 footling 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 nestling. And ... it 's your special day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the Saami clock time it was sort of nice just to be alone with each early. 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 recollective hour, not just a few moments.

I only broke the candy kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my cock. Jesus, I had never used this before. It felt dandy !

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

'' Hows the gear schedule ? '' I asked.

'' The tracks are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricating substance from the bottle right onto her little brown rosebud.

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

My cock hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indentation in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indentation let me prompt 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 stopcock caput poked through her anatomical sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With little knife thrust, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couple multiplication, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

eight-spot and a half inch of prick, mine, were buried in Mom 's tight asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so faulty ... this is all so haywire ... 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, dearest. ``

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

'' Happy female parent 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )