( Jessica )

As I wake up the next morning with a sore throat courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few 60 minutes ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a stressful workweek at oeuvre. Then concluding night happened and I 'm immediately nervous that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my hubby. That makes me feel sick to my tum with anxiousness. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the toilet door with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, love. Sorry I could n't stay awake last Nox. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your presentations at study go ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, skillful. '' It 's hard to pore on Trevor 's voice while thinking about what I did finis night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him suspicious. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore pharynx and it 's hard for me to talk. I think it 's from talking non-stop yesterday. ``

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the elbow room wearing an old jersey and pajama pant. Once he 's out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the Nox before. Just thinking about it with images of gobbling up my son 's cock, orchis, and cum flashing through my header instantly turns me on and I start playing with my button. As I showered last night, I wondered how I 'd feel after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to adopt it further when given the chance. It does n't claim long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and complete my morning routine.

I put on the Saami loose tee shirt from lastly night with a couple of lime green yoga pants since my short circuit got soaked. My new ensemble is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my pilus into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty family room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work electronic mail. I go to his office and as expected, I find him at his desk in front of his body of work laptop with morning news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an electronic mail saying I need to go out-of-state next Sabbatum and wo n't get back until later that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four continuous Night alone with Dylan. That 's the kind of opportunity I was hoping for. `` Are you going to be in here for a while dealing with employment ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' OK. I 'm going to make some ballock and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll lend them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast erosion that shirt again with tight yoga pant that are absolutely clinging to her belch target. There 's an obvious crease defining her trench hind end crack. It looks like two balls divided perfectly in one-half. I approach her quietly and push into her derriere so that I can easily feel her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. sunrise, baby. '' Dylan pushing against me feels beneficial, comforting.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Morning, Mom. '' I ca n't resist touching her and wrap my coat of arms around her waist with my deal reaching inside her shirt to knead the underside of her knocker. Then I start grinding my pants-covered dick into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

I want to deplumate Mom 's skin-tight trouser off rightfulness now and forget my face in her fat, but tight ass. Just seeing it last Nox and this dayspring was enough to give me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic feelings from last dark. I squeeze a minuscule tighter and start increasing my pace in an attempt to dry hump her bum. She puts her hands out on the replication to stabilize herself, gives a quick sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels ripe. But not now. Your father is in his position and could walk in here any second. We have to be smart. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a damn. I 'm constrict deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her cheeks hugging my erection as I move it up and down with her consistence rocking back and Forth River against the sideboard. I 'm tempted to take both of our pants off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin dick creating clash between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to ideate it happening without pants on, then recall our current situation and regain calmness. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his men off my knocker and advertize his hips away to deform around and see a massive pants collapsible shelter on his crotch. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, sanction. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' damn, a whole week. I desperately want to spang my mom right now and would do anything to convert her to let me. But I ca n't force it and deflower what I have. I need to be smart and flirt along.

( Jessica )

I pull his shaft out so that it 's standing straight up, crouch down, suck the fat head and a few More in into my mouthpiece, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 ready multiplication before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his drawers with my hand. `` One hebdomad, mister. You can make it. '' I hope I can make it.

( Bob Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's backtalk again sends a waving of satisfaction over my body. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a shell of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't fascinate a coup d'oeil of your big hard-on. '' God damn, that kid 's got a good gumshoe. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor 's food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the computer. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son 's break of the day Natalie Wood between mine. That sends a thrill of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to enjoy my food for thought alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how excited I am for a workweek from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Sat goes by. Dominicus comes and goes. Mon drags on for eternity. Tuesday, just four Clarence Day away. An uneventful Wed is gone. Thursday 's done. We get yesteryear Friday as well as another sexless week with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a good boy all hebdomad and respected my indirect request. I did catch him looking me up and down numerous times as he patiently waited. And I 'll be honest, I dressed down every night in a way to bewitch his eye just to hold on him wanting more. There was only one person in my life I was trying to impress all week and it was n't my husband.

On the morning of the day Trevor is leaving us, I jump out of bed at about 6:00 AM like a child on Christmas morning. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I complete chores around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the basement stairs at about 8:00. Bob Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squint eye. `` Good first light, truelove. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Stuff around the house. ``

( Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. O.K.. '' I do n't really get laid how to approach today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does leave, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her lead ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

I do n't have a job to pay for a meal and I do n't throw a car. This is going to feel like a mom taking her slight kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to respond, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

'' How about I drive us there and pay for the solid food, then you drive us home since I 'll probably accept a few swallow ? You have your driver 's license, so we might as well use it. Then when we get home, we 'll see where the Night takes us. ``

( Bob Dylan )

I feel a little better about that arrangement. `` okey, that sounds good. What time ? ``

( Jessica )

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

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

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

( Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

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

( Jessica )

The mirror 's reflection gives me a broad view of myself in a sleeveless vino red midi cocktail frock that cuts off at the genu. It has a deep v-neck with sheer mesh detailing on the binge and lacing clipping on the bodice. The bust has built-in cushioning to really make my segmentation pop and the back zips up. There 's a side of meat stock split on the go forth leg of the skirt with crenated lacing edging. I 'm not wearing underwear because the dress is fairly tight in the hip joint, so I want to celebrate it perfectly shaped.

The high hound are matching in color and aid to make believe my ass look stronger. My hair is down and I made sure it has plenty of volume. The make-up took about 30 minutes to go for, but looks on dot. The smokey eyeshadow, drear pink lipstick, and sensitive duration press-on gel fingernails with Patrick White lead complete the look. I 'm feeling very confident in myself as I grab my nigrify leather wrist band and capitulum downstairs to satisfy my son.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the stair, I see she 's wearing senior high school blackguard and a garb. Then she comes into full horizon and I can barely contain myself. She looks elegant, aphrodisiac, and drop dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her facial expression like this before and place upright speechless shaking my head in mental rejection. Her breasts look immaculate in that garb. Surprisingly, my favourite component part about the looking at might be her hair. It looks so broad and sexy, like it was professionally styled. Holy Irish bull, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his top dog looking me up and down, I ca n't help oneself but to smile. He 's dependent. `` What do you cerebrate ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

As I let his eye sight me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde haircloth is neatly styled and he 's wearing a brightness profane dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, black attire drawers and shoes, and a dark 5-button waistcoat with the bottom clitoris undone. I can also see a blacken belt with a Ag buckle peeking out from under the undershirt. Aside from talent from kinsfolk, I 've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't bear an extensive wardrobe. I know this is about the nicest getup he could put together with what he has, so I certainly appreciate his clothing choice for our appointment. And he looks damn good in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the invest frames him, but he looks more gymnastic than common. I 'd get it on to get him raw right now since I 've only seen him bottomless so far. In due time.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

As Mom walks in front of me down the mansion to our service department, I have a hone survey of her ass as each boldness displacement with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a smashing job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a adult female who knows to handle and present herself confidently unlike female child in school who are uncertain of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my middle in her focus. Her confidence is a huge bit on. We reach the car and pull out of the garage in muteness. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a John Roy Major city and the restaurant is downtown, so there 's traffic to fight at 5:30 on a Sat nighttime in the summertime. After a 40-minute drive with some little talk included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star Gallic restaurant with a dress code that I made indisputable we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's provide slope and gazump my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the lobby, we 're greeted by the hosts and shown our table.

I can feel most people looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the topographic point. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the cat are looking at me and am sure many of the charwoman are envious of my date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't recognise that and I do n't contrive on letting them descend to that close. We get seated at a table in the second niche away from most of the other frequenter and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few minute after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' Good evening and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your host, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your world-class time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' first of all time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

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

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our first-class honours degree date. '' Just then, I catch a coup d'oeil of jealousy from Caitlin and lie with it. That 's mightily, this hot vernal guy is mine. I see Bob Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our drinkable orders. Bob Dylan goes with water while I Holy Order a very expensive meth of red wine.

( Dylan )

'' First date, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also true. There 's nobody else around tonight, so we 're free to be ourselves and not just mom and son. recollect the linguistic rule. We are two grownup tonight on a date enjoying the former 's company, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a snapshot of excitement run through my veins.

Drinks came, we ordered food for thought, Sir Thomas More drinks came, we ate, and a terminal unit of ammunition of drinks came. My son, having only had water all night, is completely sober up. I, on the former handwriting, am definitely potty and opinion uninhibited. As we make small talk, I stretch my skid out under the table and find his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his crotch as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as high as I want. damn being only 5'5 '' with short legs. With that realization, I finish my third glass of wine and put my credit scorecard in the bridle folder. Caitlin comes by to grab it and I reach my hand across the board to hold Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Do you desire to go back household ? '' Can I be assertive now and tell her everything I want to do to her ? This berth is still awkward and weird, but my hormones do n't gift a shit.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

She 's going to make me say it, huh ? I had my cock down her throat a week ago and have been fantasizing all week about being inside of her. But now that the night is here, I 'm having a operose time expressing myself and taking control. `` Not for sure. Maybe watch a movie or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the nighttime is still Danton True Young. ``

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I hand him the keys and stand up to leave alone. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his exit arm and rest my head teacher on his berm on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the strong-arm association with Dylan feels exceptional. Like he 's my man. Every moment we 're touching each other, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the going, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my bequeath hand to pass her lower back. But I feel my mitt rest atop the shelf that is her butt buttock and adjudicate to let it drop so that the cheek is in my decoration. I rub it around and feel no underwear line. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a prompt squeeze and marvel at its combining of steadiness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a slim yelp and smiling wide as my son grabs my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any moving-picture show in our house tonight.

We get in the car and Bob Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the passenger butt so that the split on the hedge share of my dress clearly exposes most of my left leg to him. After about 10 minutes of drive, I 've seen him look over from the corner of his eye multiple times. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the center console and pull his decent hired hand onto my exposed thigh and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg smell so smooth and hairless. This is the first fourth dimension I 've touched her skin below her belly button and it 's making my gumshoe grow. As I slide it up, I can find a substantial amount of estrus hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touch. I look over and she 's got her head tilted back with her eyes closed.

( Jessica )

His fingerbreadth are only about 6 inches from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a little bit. This effort home could never be short enough. He starts squeezing my inner thigh and rubbing up and down as my kitty-cat is crying to be penetrated. I do n't think he can reach far enough to get inside. anathemise IT !

( Bob Dylan )

I ca n't attain far enough to get my fingers into her. beshrew IT ! After about 5 minute of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my helping hand back to finish the drive base. But then she unhooks her seat belt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 instant to get habitation. I 'm pulling him out of those drawers decent now.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my whack and unzips my trouser to reveal my erection. She wastes no time in stuffing it in her mouth and going up and down. God damn, I 'm getting route head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis spirit at home in my mouth. I 'd love to go baseless on it, but ca n't leave a mess or stains in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inches and yank the penetrate 4 remaining inch with my veracious hand.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my justly paw on the back of her oral sex and try to eff her mouth while maintaining controller of the car. This is hard to equilibrate. I decide to castrate my pelvic movement and let her control most of it. She starts twisting her head onto it while never coming up for a breather. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her nuzzle. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the rightfulness of us and the device driver blows his horn. He must deliver caught a glimpse of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Some of my spit has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't matter as long as the stern and car 's interior stays clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can feel his hawkshaw arise a little more and his balls tighten.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my mouth with multiple sprayer that I quickly suck down to prevent a mess. Unlike live week when load after load was deposited down my throat, these servings of my boy 's seed are hitting my knife and getting tasted. And it tastes so skillful. A little bitter, but still with some fragrance mixed in. And it 's thick to the point that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This prospect is so hot. nebulizer, draft, spray, gulp, spray, gulp.

He 's stop over shooting now and I 've swallowed it all while successfully keeping the car unblemished. I lick all around the al-Qaeda of his dick and perpetrate myself back up into my tail end as we make the go onto our street.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Leave it hanging out of your pants as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road head, I 'm more turned on than ever and determined to screw my son 's brains out tonight.

( Dylan )

The house 's presence lights automatically come on as the garage doorway raises. I just hope no neighbor were looking out their windows because there 's no denying what they would possess seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage door and step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened waist of my drawers up with my right-hand hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and consider your pants off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind back into the house with my erection still partially intact as I watch her ass leap through her dress with each stride again. God shit, I want that ass. As instructed, I drop my pants on the storey along with my wind sock and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the stinging of my son 's handwriting smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my hot pants, that 's for sure.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' come unzip me, please. It unzips down my back. ``

( Dylan )

I enter the room and approach her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her head forward so her hair's-breadth falls safely away from the zipper. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her butt. Then I back up a couple of feet as she lowers the dress and drops it to the flooring next to her skid. What 's standing in figurehead of me is a workplace of art and the most beautiful woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in straw man of my son without a care in the world. The tactual sensation is completely liberating and somehow natural. I watch Dylan take the perspective in from behind as he observes my front in the reflection, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked good lowest calendar week, but they 're sodding this week now that I can see her fully nude painting. And her ass ! Holy shit. It 's also perfect. Plump, round, and firm with a piddling breakwater on the left cheek. Her pussy is shaved with just a little bit of brown hair around the area. I can see the c-section scar from when she had me and it does n't move around me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the rest of her does n't accept any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my arms around her stomach with my partial tone hard-on hanging down and pressing against her ass crack. I reach up and set off massaging her titty. She lays her head back with closed eyes, so I bend my heading down and come out kissing the lead side of her cervix with her foresighted dark hair falling against my chest. I might still be a virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my calendar month of dating this yesteryear year. Then she reaches her entrust paw behind my neck opening and starts jerking me off with her decently hand, finger on the underside.

( Jessica )

touch sensation my son 's tongue run up and down my neck smell calming and extremely sexy. And the feeling of his dangling rooster pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can tell it 's not rear, so I grab it and start pumping. His hands are massaging my breasts and we do n't say a Bible. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and stay within his grasp, but now his paw drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his eyes hungry with lust and press my rim against his. To my surprisal, he immediately opens his backtalk and I feel his tongue on mine. Oh yes.

( Bob Dylan )

I can savor the wine-colored from Mom 's rim as our rima oris attack each former. I feel her slipping her tongue trench into my mouth, so I return the party favor. The sound of our respiration and spit swapping are the only noises in the elbow room. Then she sucks on my clapper and pulls her face away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and Forth between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` bent on a second. '' I reach for my phone to detect a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and connect my sound to the bluetooth speaker in the room as the music starts playing. I toss the phone to the side and fall onto the bed lying on my back. Dylan follows.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

Mom 's tits are so big that I 'm not even fill up to fitting one in my mouth. Still, I open spacious and eat as much of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost the like liquid in my mouth. I start nibbling on her gummy left pap and then suck like I 'm trying to coax milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arch her vertebral column. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

eyesight my 38DD get pulled into Bob Dylan 's mouth and feeling him suck my mammilla while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me crazy. Then he pulls up to look at me and I take the opportunity to push his shoulders so he starts sliding down my nude torso. He seems to translate my expected value as he begins kissing my stomach and running his tongue down me. I prop a pillow under my head so I can watch his face disappear between my legs.

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the boundary of the bed, I see Dylan 's face disappear with just the top of his head visible. I feel his breath inching closer to my tegument. Come on, do it. The expectancy is killing me. I spread my stage as wide as I can and see his men come up to repose on my wooden-headed inner thighs. Then, he dives in.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her legs full and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the intimate walls of her labia, then I find her clitoris and originate flicking it up with my tongue. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to bury my face and push my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's glossa is working my pussy and it 's antic. Licking my labia and clitoris were a bully start, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can see my succus squishing against his face. This is ecstasy. I grab his hair, retain his mind in stead, and start up humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't care less about his Bible right now. `` That 's it, let your mother fuck your face. ``

( Bob Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her renal pelvis onto my face, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to squall for her to fuck my mouth, but my words are muted by her pussy. I can sense and taste her now and she 's Sweet in both regards. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my knife as much as I can and let her pound herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' nookie yes. Good boy, Dylan. Eat Momma 's bitch, my naughty son. '' I begin to shed my kidnapping up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his face. I 'm not just fucking his tongue anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the point that his chin gets pulled into my clit and his tongue runs down the totality of my perineum, millimeter away from my virgin bastard. With another position in head, I let go of his hair and fend up. `` Get on the bed, on your backbone. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening face and lies on the bed.

Once he 's down, I climb onto the bed and range his side, grabbing his tomentum again. `` Stick your tongue back out. '' He does as he 's recount and I start riding my son 's typeface as I look down at him being smothered.

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my face, her expression is one of pure lust. Getting off is the only affair on her idea right now and I could n't be glad to realise it happen. Her impenetrable tits are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficultness since the opportunity are rare as she grinds at the f number of lightning. She begins pulling my hair's-breadth harder and bouncing up and down on my natural language as she stares into my optic biting her lip.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

My lingua is completely numb now. I think I have it extended out, but am not positive. Being used by Mom like this is such a number on and a substantial dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, baby ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her head back and an burst of warm wetness dab into my mouth and onto my face. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after wave of intense pleasure runs through me and my pegleg tighten against Dylan 's head as I squirt three times, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his mouth. `` Yeah, swallow all of it. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His cheek is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the pool. I bend down to snog him again and strip myself off of his sassing a bit. I slip my natural language back into his mouth and saltation with his knife. He tastes so sweet. I pull back up and a bowed stringed instrument of my juices and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my chest. `` Let 's get your shirt and vest off. ``

I unbutton his waistcoat, then shirt, and root for both off over his head and lifted arms. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the first fourth dimension and he 's in often beneficial shape than I previously thought. He has some muscular definition in his chest, shoulder joint, and arm. I can also see a couple of veins running down his subdivision. He does n't have a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a circuit card. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and green optic. Then, I feel the tip of his tool brushwood against my butt impertinence. `` What 's that ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

The picture of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her vast mammilla are hanging down, but still firm. Her tummy has a slight pretentiousness to it on the front, but the side are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks unbelievable. She raises a few inches and scoots back a little more. Then she sits right field on top of my penis with it splitting her labia folds. The warmth and wetness smell like goose egg else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You make, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Oh God. The feeling of comprehensiveness is amazing. The difference in girth between him and his father makes a world of difference. I stay still for a few seconds, then crouch down to lick his lips and tip of his glossa, sit back up, push my hair back, and start riding my son 's massive virgin cock with a steady rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly warm, soft, and slippery. My mom 's hip are going back and forward at a unemotional pace, but I 'm in no hurry for this to end. I 'm savoring the feeling and look of her being in a world of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my chest, her weapon system are incidentally pushing her bosom together to produce deeply segmentation. I reach up and run my deal between it as her tempo step-up. A distich of minutes later, she shifts her position a minuscule so her left knee is still on the bed, but her mightily leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her body angled to my rightfulness. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her left breast is hanging near my brass, so I suck it back into my mouth as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

Oh wow. Dylan 's now hitting into my neck as I increase my tread again and am slamming down onto him. It 's a good smell. `` Oh yes, child. You like having your mother hinge upon your big cock ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' AaaaaAAAAHHHH YEEEEESSSS ! ! ! '' My boy is giving me a second orgasm tonight. How the hell on earth is he still a Virgin ? His restate pounding into my cervix uteri made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll cause to remember this positioning for future use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts opening and end her pegleg, like she 's trying to squeeze the last driblet of her juices out. She 's got her tit pulled from my oral fissure and hands on the back of her read/write head now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big breast are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a great vista of her because her back is arched, so her chest is pressed forward. That leads my center up her neck to her beautiful face, then to her now messy haircloth. She looks like the epitome of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my dick and get on my human knee. `` Get on all 4. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to take me doggystyle ? '' I assume the lieu for my lover and soon finger him enter me from behind. Oooh shit, he 's getting even recondite than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her puss. As I go in and out, I get steamy watching her ass cheeks rippling with every jab. They create a small crease at the top where they meet the small of her spine, so I grab the flexure like a handle and start driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's dick flavour so good inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can watch him have a go at it me from behind in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Watching his expressions lets me know I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to take everything from me that he wants. The head of his cock starts flicking against my g-spot every time he pushes in, so I start pushing back into him.

( Dylan )

Mom and I are now fucking each other like coney in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and observe her tit swing around as I control her from prat. That 's a good looking at. I can also see her watching me in the reflectivity. We make eye impinging and briefly smile at each other. Then she looks over her left wing shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

'' bread and butter riding me, child. I want you to cum in me. ``

( Dylan )

That makes me start pounding her harder with the speech sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass cheeks growing louder. I move my handwriting to seize the sides of her hip and pull her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my cock deeply interior of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the away heard us.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splashes onto me, squirting again like when she was on my face. The military group hits my dick and makes me want to never give up. The auditory sensation in the elbow room is now an obvious wet hammering. I love it. She convulses a few time and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god hoot climax, diddly. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's tool. And he knows how to use it. Then Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big cock go in and out of me and my brain is firing on all sexual cylinder. `` Yes, Dylan. piece of ass mom 's cunt and cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. '' I grab his arms and bind tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my legs around him to displume him nearer and snaffle his ass with both hands as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can sense myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive mamilla roll up and down as I hold her pelvic arch and heave myself into her. What a vision that is. Her bridge player are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my tongue into her sass and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our glossa to hump the other 's mouth. I feel my dick twitching and formal tighten, so I pull my face back to look at her. She gives me her roguish smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum mysterious inside her kitty-cat. I ca n't turn back fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my come as deep into her womb as I can get it with the solid sexual climax I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his warm ejaculate shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his case the full time and know I 'm giving him something special. I feel especial because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly seize his hair which redirects his eyes to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my last nebulizer of cum into Mom 's vagina and push it in as far as I can. Mom 's biting her lip and I lean down to turn over her a mild kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my mother and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The feeling is a little confusing because everything that transpired over the survive 40 mo was information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and whorl onto my cover beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my turncock from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no regrets. It was an incredible experience. And on top of that, he 's unbelievable in bed. I will definitely be getting Thomas More of that. I turn my head to my right wing to look at Dylan as I feel his warm jizz running down onto my ass. `` Jesus, that was amazing. What 'd you think ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

I turn my point to search at Mom. `` I have no wrangle. It was unbelievable. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want More of you, Mom. I feel unruly when I 'm near you. I ALWAYS want to rip your clothes off and get inside of you. ``

( Jessica )

'' Good. ``

( Dylan )

'' We have 3 more Nox without Dad, right ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Mon through Midweek off workplace for us. So we 've got the days, too. And during this clock time, I 'm all yours. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

shucks it. `` Okay. I 'll see you in the sunup ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's side of the bed. The only linguistic rule is we sleep naked. Deal ? ``

( Dylan )

'' softwood ! '' I feel somewhat guilty for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's cipher compared to what we 've already done. So be intimate it.

( Jessica )

We get fix for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing quick glances with each former in the mirror as we brush our dentition beside each other. We finish up and go up into bed under the covers. I roll over and give Dylan one Sir Thomas More abstruse kiss. `` dependable night, my love. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' commodity Night, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my forefront on Bob Dylan 's bureau and he rests his left hand on my head, massaging my scalp with his digit. This is pure bliss. I lay my left arm across his waist and drift off to sleep with my naked son under me .