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mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey Panama ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in presence of the early, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter pilot, that 's the standard response. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm richly speed, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the navy blue, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good.

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

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home, uh, Fri good afternoon. After class gets out. Please tell me you sent something ? ``

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

He had to send something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italy. Dad was a sea captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very busy. The theatre is in Alexandria, VA, 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 hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnection War. He was a wild blue yonder Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under atmospheric pressure, and a fucking odd guy and a great dad.

The lonesome problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed Thomas More than one-half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough customers as Thomas Kyd growing up, but we were no couple for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an branding iron clenched fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My one-time pal never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the bound. He 's now living in New House of York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a piddling strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an email clap from my history professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my shucks and washing and sped for home. My girl and I broke up last hebdomad so I had no reasonableness not to go home early. speech production of fucking idiot, god she was indigent. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't come back the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey baby, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't love me claptrap bombast blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a couple yr, and with Dad being gone so practically, Mom really looked forward to my meter at household with her. She 'll be happy to see me home ahead of time, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour cause went by pretty nimble, and I pulled into our little mansion. It 's a Navy-owned household that they have for use by sealed Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a fringe benefit that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the sign is 5 bedchamber, colonial dash, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's weird, being so hot in former May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the nerveless house. I heard some funny noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have got some people up there ?

I walked up the step to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The noise was people, womanhood 's voices, sounded like they were having a company or something. Could n't do it out exactly.

I made my way down the dorm, stepped into my parent 's sleeping room, and got the seismic disturbance 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 subdivision. Her arms were together because she had two mitt on a big purpleness vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying following to my mom was another cleaning woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. pink, I think it was. They were laying right succeeding to each other, their blazonry and legs touching each former. One of their legs was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly for certain whose.

I turned my heading to the insipid screen on the wall, the source of all the disturbance. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those sapphic jet orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had peak Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a crew of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty lots like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all pull in like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the dot of the story.

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

All this takes longer to discover than it actually took position, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both womanhood jerked their heading towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covert. However, that took a few more than second as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of peculiar, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

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

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

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

I begin to head to the freeway to link up the traffic jam out of DC to go back to shoal. I did n't lie with what else to do. The telephone set rang again, I looked at it on the rider seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the nookie did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a John Roy Major fucking chuckhole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets eldritch, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull in over to the side of the route. Looking under the strawman 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 min and towed me to the approximate auto fixing dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a speedy 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 Mom. I dialed her up.

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

'' Make sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to render her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some metre to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't know what to intend. Was she cheating on Dad ? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the Sojourner Truth in this sign ! '' That bloodline was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet drive back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron parties, all the Junior ship's officer would just variety of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll peck up the ravisher, no let me get the trash, I 'll get to a greater extent ice ... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for indisputable. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my release 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. 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 banquet or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air Force bag in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in drear. We met in the'O'ball 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 serious way. He was older than me, 8 geezerhood, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you tiddler say, we hooked up. For two week straight. ``

I sort of blushed and turned my head. I do n't require to see about this !

'' You probably do n't require to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. things that parents do n't normally contribution with their kids but, in light of sealed ... circumstance ... I think you deserve to lie with. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous chicken recipe. My favored. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to Golden State. On a whimsey he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later. ``

'' Now, in the navy blue, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your furtherance. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's career ! '' She posed for a instant, sticking out her pectus and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big theatrical role. 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 long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically truthful to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The Saami, 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 devil Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just picayune rustle at first base, perhaps some likable looks from former 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 fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife'and raise you two male child and arrive at 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 march all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't easy, and we had a lot of conflict. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not proficient times. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to end 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 former cheek, looked the former way, what ever you want to send for it, and we have a pretty thoroughly lifespan for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even fret his ass in public, let alone fool around. ``

'' I ... I did n't know, 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 male parent very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't deal it for the cosmos. '' She was dangerous, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some reply on her activities of today.

'' Yes. However. Well it ai n't always a bed of rose wine, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 months, 8 months, one fourth dimension he was gone 11 months. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her forking on her plate.

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

'' I kept thought process, he would just belong to 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 most percentage ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy zep. guess down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her missive 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 teardrop had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She 's young than me by a few years, but in the Lapplander boat. We got pledge once and spilled our guts, our cryptical, deep grit ! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a little marijuana cigarette session today. You were coming rest home tomorrow, so ... ''

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

'' We always tell the the true in this household ! '' she said.

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

'' Ok Mom. wellspring here 's a Truth from me. I ... do n't sleep together what to say at this point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to digest. But I 'm grim I judged you so harshly at first base. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each former, we had a very nice hug. She cried a piddling bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

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

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

We had a footling sweet, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very play out. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my head unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some hunt for MILF BIG TITs and found some old ducky. It occurred to me then that that was form of a weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some verity to all that King Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychological science classes ? I searched instead for that tribade pip-squeak political party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of weird. It 's more that, this is just sort of ... wrong ... on so many stage, and yet these bird are having such a fucking bang ! They are either some big actresses ( tentative ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just lie with this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 instant flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but visualise Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a Quaker, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that wench 's cunt and whoa ... fuck ... cum flew out of my stopcock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to continue it 's drumhead down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that nighttime. I 'd like to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I did n't actually get any.

(. Y. )

I slept in money box about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's nursing home. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the sailor boy will fiddle ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a dainty breakfast of eggs and Francis Bacon and hashish browns. She asked for my assist in the garden ; it was time to plant some blossom. In the old heyday bed off to the slope of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo short circuit and a tee shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red shortstop underdrawers. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her stage separate from her midsection. At least two millimeter past her ... private area. She also had on one of pa old Navy khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt rear end and tied them into a gnarl in movement. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

Wait ! What the piece of ass was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her asset and was quick to assign her a number ? This is n't justly !

I saw the old prime bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn hysteria. I need to suppose properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

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

Now, you may say that 's a tinker's dam gamy number for a mid-forties woman. wellspring, ass you. And the gymnastic horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curvature, and they were tight. And her figure, while not tiny like a starving exemplar, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that of import ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. forked that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a hangman's rope top. But the best region was her face. estimable Kuki with no hang-downs or two-base hit going on. courteous skin as she kept out of the sun for the well-nigh part. She kept her teeth gabardine, which makes one younger looking. But the in effect parts were her eyes and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

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

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

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the priming 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 prime to make it face nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very cure to works and make things grow. We chatted about all kinds of hooey, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` speaking of onanism ... '' she let that hang there.

I raised my straits up from the digger and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her legs tucked under her. Her tit jiggled as she tried to get around open a industrial plant flat.

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

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

'' I 'm the winner ? Of onanism ? ``

'' Oh yeah, you beat your comrade by a geographical mile. ``

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old T-shirt, kleenex in the bedroom refuse can ... a female parent knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the smiling eyes.

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

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

'' Well, how do you intend I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, first light, noon, afternoon, night time ... wait ... why am I telling you all this ? Goddammit ! '' somehow she tricked me into talking about my knock off activities.

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well flavor at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have much alternative of not being a sex fiend. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

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

Well she was ripe about that, my crap gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But call up, 'We always tell the truth in this theatre'! So no paltering. ``

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the hint. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalty, in guinea pig someone loses dominance ... ''

'' Hmmm. penalisation. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a groovy and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have the early mortal keep an eye on them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of ill piece of ass puppy and I do n't know if there 's a promised land but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell on earth and I 'll be in it with all the early abandoned ship and deviant and killer and --

'' mess ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a spell in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my tee shirt over my headway to try and overhear some snap. I got back to piece of work, I was trying to chop up the roots away from some early have sex tree that was invading the peak bed.

'' Foul ! '' Mom called. `` Um ... Un-necessary Buffness ! ``

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no rules ! It 's jut win or lose, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure as shooting to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should release a little Thomas More away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots.

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

'' It does NOT smack ! okay ... it probably does ... but that 's not a foul because you made me derive out here ! ``

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely gimcrack enough for me to get a line her. She was teasing some more. `` God red cent Kyd ... show no regard ... put em through college ... they cheat at the game ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up straight and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her chest swelled to enormous dimension as she breathed in a cleaning breath.

'' You were right, '' she said. `` It 's imprecate hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her business like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old tatty shirt. Then the succeeding. And another one. Jesus Christ ! How many button are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied right at her belly button.
I could now see bring out boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, night, and deep. But I have promises to go on. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder joint. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a manus to take hold of a Petunia and stead it in the ground. Her breast swayed back and forth, 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 tit. Not the nipples, of course, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, call up ? ``

'' There should be. Illegal question in the ... front ... ''

'' You mean this ? '' Mom shook her breasts.

'' Yeah, that. kibosh it or I 'll go on strike and form a wedlock and picket your household. 'Unfair to prole'. ``

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

'' You put away the putz ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hose. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hosepipe going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the eternal 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 brake shoe on, but they were lousy and poop had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to gargle my pes off.

'' Okay, stand back. The piddle shoots out pretty severe. '' Always thinking of how to be good to her tyke, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my groundwork and got the dirt off. Got the poop off my shin bone and calfskin, too. Good not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and dig me in the crotch ! And the chest and case ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water 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 off my back.

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

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

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

'' break off it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the pool ! ``

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

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

Deliverer ! I thought the hose water was common cold ! We do n't turn on the puddle heater until remembrance Day ! screw ! We both started to drown to the shallow end, but I was wearing lading short circuit. The sort with like 17 pockets and bastard. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely proceed, and I used to be on the swimming team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and see Mom, gave her a Yankee-Doodle 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, rotted, cheating short asshole ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating man of diddlysquat ! ``

I turned to facilitate her out so she would n't skid. As Mom rose out of the piddle, so did my cock. 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 H2O, I could n't check myself. Her nipple had hardened to near diamond intensity, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her body, leaving zero to the imagination. Oh look, there 's even a piddling mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her fountainhead back to gather up her pilus and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at to the full care and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, the right way ? Is it ? fuck !

Mom kept up her suspect broadside. `` minuscule rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can matter on that ! postponement until I tell your father -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to look down and saw my raging hard-on.

'' 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 weapon system, trying to embrace them up. That was peculiar, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to take the air off.

I patted her fag 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 cascade. Yes, it was mostly a inhuman one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to lose ! Ok, Truth be told, I 'm trusted that I had masturbated to Mom at some period in my aliveness. But ... shit ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't guess of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking clearly my head.

'' dear ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean 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 Irish potato is dozen dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds well ! '' I dried my privates but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't know it was this difficult not to touch myself !

In my room, I heard the exhibitor go on. Mom 's naked in the cascade. Now this, I thought, this is the instant of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire ? This will secern. If I go in there, we 'll discover out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a piece of tail pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

nooky 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 underhanded one.

Well, I certainly never got a tough on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You ca n't play Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be fix to impart around 6:30. dinner party reservations are at 7. frock kind of courteous. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't own spell out every give-and-take in a textbook. Or she does n't conceive in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hour or so later. Poked her head teacher into the bailiwick, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice melanise pants and a bleak silk shirt, it 's got some white-hot little paisley action at law going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmastime and I had n't worn it yet.

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

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

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

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

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a black dress and high hound. But that 's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a metal structure.

This frock, wow ! Satiny fabric, deep and black melanise. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't very slutty, but it was tight up top. Very fast. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small glove around her curvy body. You could see some apparent motion in the garb. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the wearing apparel was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some musical accompaniment for her beautiful babies.

As she walked yesteryear, I got another surprisal. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of faux diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's back. The very belittled of it. the smallest component. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a minuscule turn for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew inches as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her saturnine hair done differently, some big Robert F. Curl and undulation and toss instead of her usual flat. darkness red lipstick and gorgeous eye make-up completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... sanctum Irish bull ... you do n't look like anybody 's female parent ! ``

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

'' Like the shoes ? ``
black patent leather, stiletto dog, and extra straps that went up her mortise joint far more than is legal in some southern states. The heels were thoroughgoing ; high-pitched, but not so high as to make one look dolt 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 Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag Francis Scott Key ! ``

Dad 's jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder locomotive engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some geezerhood back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a year on it just trying to observe it running, too. brit, good mass but do n't understand a lot about electrical systems.

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

Revving the railway locomotive, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with hope of a fast and dangerous ride !

I popped the clutch bag and shoot down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a mates world power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten moment late. The gentleman's gentleman took the car and backed it in, right by the front end door. That 's respect !

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

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very occupy tonight and we ca n't take hold tables all Night ... ''

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

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

Mom made certain to brush her white meat against Fritz a minuscule, 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 young man !

The waiter came up right away.

'' serious eve family line ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this female parent 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all proud of with himself.

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, insulting jester ! ``

Mom did a brass palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a tumult ensued. Could I describe the commotion ? Not really. Just a bunch of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucketful with Fritz'compliment, a poll'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various scratch and peal, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her darn mouthpiece shut. The other guy was moved across the elbow room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orderliness and they left us alone.

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

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

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

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's upright. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my knee under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the table but I was able to shut my unintelligent rima oris up just in time.

The dinner was tremendous. The filet were tender and succulent, the Irish potato fabulous, and the company was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the altogether dinner party. shoulder joint, or foot, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost lifelike. I regaled her with stories of bad missy ally and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different point, we could verbalize about a lot More stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of forty seven dollars. 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 dance places around here ? ``

'' But of grade ! Across the street is the wondrous juju couch ! You can give your car here and call us to come get you ! I will call my friend at the door, you wo n't look in personal credit line. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to get out. She gave him a big hug. A full phase of the moon eubstance hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

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

The vodoun lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 beverage. But Fritz got us set up with a Nice fiddling booth far enough away from the lot so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up band played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her theater, I
knew nearly of the vocal too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in long time ! please ? ? ? ``

Who could dissent ? 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 loud. She moved in closer to me to verbalise into my ear. `` Thank you so a great deal sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, South ! It 's variety of a slutty gens, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

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

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

Holy shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would feature to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much mentation ...

'' Let 's trip the light fantastic toe some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly risible. But then. One of her favorite Song dynasty came on. 'Lady in Red', a boring song about dancing with his lover. I was ready to evacuate the dance floor, but Mom pulled me back.

'' We 're dancing, '' she informed me.

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and confine me. ``

'' Yes, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my correct paw on the small of her back. Her bare back.. My left deal held her right handwriting, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't heart school. There 's no chaperon. ``

'' Right, '' I said. We were dancing about a human foot apart. I pulled her closer. Her slight, yet intoxicating, scent almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my articulatio humeri. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger's breadth down, under her dress. I felt no step-in where there should be some, only a fiddling bantam string.

I was trying to keep on my enormous erecting 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 hand further down the spinal column of her frock and cupped a quick ass boldness. My Mom 's lovesome ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a spirit off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and grate her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a picayune something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her flop ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small candy kiss in the superior general area. Confederate States breathed in overweight, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a piffling and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the baseball field earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't certain if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance storey. I whispered into her ear.

'' dixie, I want to see you masturbate for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no bm, then a rebuff, almost detectable nod of her head. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you complete. '' Again, a head nod. I released her flop script so I could put both subdivision around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

'' Travis ... honey ... ''

'' Yes, South ? ``

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

'' I do have it away you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my instruction with a tough pelvic thrust. 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 merit this ?

Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in strawman 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 want everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink parliamentary law, 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 little pat. It throbbed in response to her jot. She kept her hand there. I tried not to guess about it, but ... I caved in.

'' wellspring, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Confederate States ! I meant dixie ! You look sensational. You should see the other guy checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my disembarrass mitt over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other chest, still inside her attire. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking rattling. Her nipple rose to recognise my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. 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 typeface, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just give these here then ... ''

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

'' I have to go to the peeress way. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and count presentable. It was n't easy. Several moment went by, I began to get concerned. Ten minutes. fountainhead, sometimes there is a business line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two Brigham Young guy rope ! And she was doing a shot ! And laughing ! And another barb ! Fuck !

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A lilliputian blot to her speech. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to allow something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her petite pocketbook and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my panties ! Or ... well not pantie ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to fag anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nozzle. They were wet, and the strong womanly olfactory property coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the peeress room so I could cum and not make a mess out here ! I 'm so fucking wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a wicked smiling and nodded her head.

'' Yep ! You grab my tits in plublic ... plub ... where citizenry can see, I 'm going to cum. Every prison term. ``

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her credit card, she told me to zip. I thought it was because we were in a rushing to get home. But, no.

She was in a rush to find a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home so I could monitor her on the way. She only got disgusted the one time, outside the golf club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her horseshoe, gently, caressing her foot a little. I eased her out of her frock, which is n't flaming well-fixed at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the piddle closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water and go pee. After several minutes, she got down about 12 Panthera uncia of weewee. The unhurt sentence she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm sorry too.

She form of helped me get her into some silk pajama, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what 's called 'the recovery position', so if she gets vomit up again she 'll be alright.

Okay, yes it did go on to me to experience her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a rapist. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

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

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. somebody upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm pretty sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

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

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a public toilet ? Did I do that ? ``

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a slut. I 'm so meritless 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 facilitate me get those later today. ``

I filled her in on some of the details as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm blue. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... diddley. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking last Night ... I was ready to, um ... ass you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really go out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the only chance we 'll ever have. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right matter to do. The moment was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't happen for a reason. And maybe it 's for the best. I 'm drear if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

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

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music elbow room. Which is in effect because we all play around with something. I try to work guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little bands 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 match minute, it really helps me to unwind and not suppose about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all unobjectionable and refreshed. She looked fucking swell, actually.

'' Do n't stop, continue 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 little Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom 's favorite.

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her chest, dry land my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a couple hours, form of beat from running around town.

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

I went back up the stairs for awhile. I had to intend. I was ready to pinpoint my mom last night, and today, it 's like nothing happened. Back to normal. But I 'm not liking formula. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a gad of the bit thing ? Random opportunity ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and large, 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 breathing became ragged, it was like my blood line was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's elbow room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the Scheol is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the kitty. With a chicken feed of wine. 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 spill the beans. Now. ``

'' Well, for certain honey have a derriere -- ''

'' 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 pile Edward 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 Confederacy, that 's sanction too. ``

She shook her read/write head, but held her arms up for me.

'' well then, Travis. ejaculate and grant your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

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

Her indulgent brim yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my lip some, so did she. I slipped just a niggling tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her dentition. It felt like spark flew when her clapper met mine. So piano, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a hanker time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our consistency. Our gentle passion turned to infuriated passion. My rousing was physically seeming to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to cannonball along things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, levelheaded woman. You do n't get charwoman like this everyday. I 've had scads of girl, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our buss 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 unclothe. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of class, she arched her back to lunge out her chest. She ran her tongue over her rim slowly.
I bent down to get off my skivvies. 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 woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's long arm white dress shirt.

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

'' Yes, it 's from Italy. ``

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

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial effectiveness jobbie, no quantity of workforce can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her toilsome as I reached behind her to unhook it. One bait, two, Saviour ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her everlasting bosom. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 moment, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a instant 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 pants and pulled them down over her rose hip, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, salvage for the slight plot of land of scarlet held be some lilliputian material.

'' madam in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's bowed stringed instrument broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the sides, her bare pussycat looked so inviting. I reached over and distribute her peg, her odourise immediately appeared from her now capable area.

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

But the facial expression in her eyes said, come and get me, now !

I climbed between her ramification, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her promontory with my left hand and held her neck, while my rightfulness snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her peg, making it easier. The tip of my peter found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my top dog up and down, slathering her succus all over my mushroom-shaped cloud cap.

I pressed in a trivial, my cock entered her pussy and went in about an in or so.

I let go with my handwriting and brought it up and held her face.

We looked in each early 's heart as I sank my cock lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch stopcock lay deep inside Mom 's tight, steaming hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to seduce love. Pressing into her, my pelvic arch mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a spell, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's good depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My deary trick is to rend my dick out nearly of the way, and then mount it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's favorite legerdemain. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow down climb-down and quick thrust back down brought a quickly footling `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my poking and I tried to practice her through the fucking bed. finish Night I gingerly held her breast, this good afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt hard, I could get laid faster. Both of us were breathing through our rima oris, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for various arcminute. I buried my face in her cervix, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a good look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her Kuki was resting between them.

'' You ... are ... so beautiful ! '' I managed, through the panting.

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... fuck me ... bed me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That familiar intuitive feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slither both hands under her ass cheeks. My right hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few consequence, and easily skid my center finger up inside her ass.

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

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... fucking ... honey you ... ''

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first jet Mom 's puss contracted as she orgasmed, too. jet after jet, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one physique'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, utterly spent. Her snatch still contracted in little spasms.

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the best ... the best fucking I 've ever had. ``

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

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

'' Do you mind ? It feels full to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, dearest ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A little tired. Give me a duad bit though, and we 'll begin bout 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 puss and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a diabolic look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her grimace into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't deplete a man 's cum in ... geezerhood ! ! Oh god it 's so misrepresented ! ``
She was aright. I thought it was hot. So did my rooster. It sprang back to fully enduringness in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the payoff, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the basis, extended her spit, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my cock with her glorious spit, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a near look, having your mom suction on your cock.

And she was sound at it, too. Firm imperativeness, effective knife action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes more stimulus to cum than the first off one. I got to delight Mom 's blowjob a good retentive time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awful bosom into maneuver, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a ill. ``

'' 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 mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her scrumptious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her blue tit hung an in or more from her turgid aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my sassing. I opened my sassing as panoptic as I could, trying to lactate all of her tit into my mouth. My manpower grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the diddlysquat out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to wet-nurse so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for second, 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 bridge player in her genitalia, she 's fingering herself, I thought. Good, I 'm glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then make for on this left tit with a piddling more leisure time and intention. I licked gently, blew air across her wet pap to ready it brook up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

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

'' God no ! keep on going ! It 's like the good massage in the human race ! But do n't touch my kitty-cat, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful flavor, then I cupped her pussy hill and fret my palm into her clit.

True to her Good Book, she shuddered and came, right then. sort of a pocket-size one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my hammer inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left dummy. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

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

I pushed her breast up so she could reach it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her puss slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war hero, a entire imbecile ? He did n't care this ?

'' No, not silly. It 's fucking hot as underworld ! ``

Mom went at her own tit with relish, just as very much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make love to her own tit, it 's so fucking fascinating.

I pulled my cock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a station just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her mammilla at the same prison term. The fact that now her pussy juice was on her tit and my peter only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my hand, getting more juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her belly as she grabbed her chest and held them wide of the mark, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my turncock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful teat. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my cock straits would tinge her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

fountainhead, with her encouragement and with that much pressure level from her bosom, I had little choice.

My first cum shoot went right into her oral cavity, followed by the moment. The lastly few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipples. Mom swallowed down her lots, then she bent her read/write head and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

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

A lot of the clip, 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 cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hr. Or maybe 10 instant. I also did her trick, which was to calculate up into her eyes. But nigh of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her mamilla being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to go on her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the recognition 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 know how this will work in the future with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth time, she coated my face with her female cum.

'' ejaculate here, sister ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her savor actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm certain we can find some lubricator or -- ''

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

It took me a twain moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for christ sake. We do n't need a collision in there ! ``

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the station will be clean-cut tomorrow morning. ``

'' Yeah babe ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal tone-beginning ! ``

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

'' So Mom, separate me more about this charwoman the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussy. I 've seen you suck cock. You can evidence me about your little 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, very well. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how Nice it would be to own an orgasm without being alone all the sentence ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should avail each other out.

'' twenty-four hour period went by, neither of us said another word about it. I just put it down as a slaphappy conversation between drunk people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I guess, 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 way. We promised. We said we were n't Lesbian, just kindred spirits looking for a trivial companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine-coloured, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very nervous. After our second glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a deep breathing time and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my chamber is connected to the internet, if we wanted to watch something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we research for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian squirt company'. And ... holy nookie. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so barefaced and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, nobody can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 feet into the air. ``

'' I do n't bed what it is, and it looks stupefied. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word, if it is a word ... Debauched and wrong and out, 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 clothes. Jeanine thought maybe we should disrobe, would n't we be more well-to-do that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a farm woman naked, in my literal presence before.

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

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our pegleg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was courteous. Very nice. To stimulate a warm physical structure future to me.

'' But not as dainty as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my flaccid cock. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good kisser, I just variety of go all pillock 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 sass. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her stuff and nonsense. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my pussycat. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be good ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't institute myself to cross that bloodline. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the rest. ``

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

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

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

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

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really have a programme. Um, what do you desire ? ``

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

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... Sept ? Yeah ? fountainhead, final examination are in two hebdomad and then I 'm done for the summer. is n't that some phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to face him ? And talk 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 schooltime, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't have sex ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him necessitate some blue pills and start fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't make love what to say. This was all so nerve-racking. It was so wonderful 15 minute of arc ago, and then the fricking very existence reared its despicable head.

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

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she accept tyke or what ? Maybe she could join us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The consternation went off at 8:40, Billy Sunday 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 awaken and ready. ``

wellspring, mother fucker, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good fucking 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 erection just hanging out. We fucked two Thomas More clock time utmost night. Each time seems to be as beneficial or sound than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and narrow escape like a little lady friend at Christmastime. then she kisses me so often ... Well my erection is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just jiggle, they seemed to prompt of their own accord and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bathroom in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some constitution on and had brushed her haircloth. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

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

I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the Diehard movies was on. Cool.

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

At 8:59, the earphone rang. The sea captain is on the job !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net setting and pulled up my best-loved porn site, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In less than a instant I was at full staff again. Mom was settling into the shout in the swivel chair.

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

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a contraceptive pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that pillock female child he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was fourth dimension I got involved in the yell. Mom was holding the sound to her right-hand ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't care cell sound. So I stood up and mystify my unvoiced prick into Mom 's left ear.

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

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

I tried fondling her bosom, but she kept tightening her arms to her position and fighting me off. I spun the chairman around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my tool to her lips. Dad rambled on about Navy government in Italy as Mom has about a tierce of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

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

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

'' Yes dearest, he 's right here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so often ... bye beloved ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

Good God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it front good. She waited a few import, then handed me the phone.

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

In realism Mom had taken my stopcock and bent grass it downwards. When it 's this hard, it does n't bend downwards.

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be nerveless ... maybe you can teach me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her sass. Jesus Christ that feels nice.

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

Mom could secern we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the room access. bull !

'' out-of-doors up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her pose ! ``

Her muffled representative 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 mythologic Ian Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his try to check we were satisfied. The waitress, the Same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any female parent present tense before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband 's second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kidskin were at their mother 's firm this sunrise. Jeanine was to clean them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in form of my generation. Little little, little pruner, smaller breasts but very perky, short blonde hair's-breadth. Like Mom, however, she was a witness, no incertitude about it.

Both ladies had on very besotted skirts. Mom had a nice 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 formal peal. It was n't too hard, we
already had two buck's fizz in us.

'' Well there 's this reinforcement radical, a forum, for USN wives. You go online and case stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to aid individual else who needs a paw. You know, there 's sections for bases, so the gals topical anesthetic to a base can facilitate each other with sit, Dr. 's designation and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in person to talk about things we did n't need 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 interest about it. It 's amercement, really. ``

'' Can ask you a personal doubt, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your husband ? ``

'' Absolutely ! I love him to death ! But ... he knows I need to birth some link once in a spell. He does n't heed as long as it 's just miss 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 wish to spend the rest of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this picayune 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 goose egg. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, 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 inches away, you just ca n't touch me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mummy had many more Acacia dealbata, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like schooltime girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were looking at, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how strong and flying Jeanine 's No-Touching rule really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gallon kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more appal than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to come up with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breast 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 mitt and whisked me away.

For the ride home, Mom sat in the back place while Jeanine sat up presence 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 small `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's workforce first appeared from behind the prat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left chest. Jeanine leaned back, her center closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's dummy. beginning over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to stay on the road as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her champion '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 home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller auto or trucks came alongside, they would possess a in effect view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out front. '' I said to cipher. The missy were lost in their niggling dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to take out Mom out of the car, she did n't need to entrust Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a courteous vodka tonic, with not often tonic. I figured I could n't partake, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

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

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her grimace. `` Oh my god, you guy rope were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one thing to see about incest, quite another to actually see it. She went back to sucking on Mom 's tit, but kept looking up at the blowjob action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my cock totally enjoying the tactile property and the view of another fair sex 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 zip fastener, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her white garter looked mythologic as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to play pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her moment of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine untie Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underclothes today, what 's with these fair sex today ? Ca n't seem to remember anything ...

'' seed 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 peg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvic girdle, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past tense. She climbed up past Mom 's tits and got to her face where they kissed for various moments ... then she continued up until her boob were in Mom 's cheek. Soon, though, she moved again so that her snatch was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was corneous, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's typeface and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting glossa and mouth. I moved around to get a better flavor. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her initiative ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a spell, then got bolder with each passing mo 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 relate Jeanine. Her boob were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass impertinence and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the rampart with her palm as she came violently. Her all trunk shook and trembled as she screamed `` Fuck '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl pick and this Brobdingnagian smile on her fount. I went to Mom.

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

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

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's sassing and kept the repose for myself. MMmmmmmm ... woman cum. Different from Mom, but still pussy juice. 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 read/write head so she could see adept, and I massaged her pap for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking wonderful ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you make fun doing to me ... I 'm such a slattern ! ``

I reached over to the nightstand and found a vibrator, I handed it to Jeanine. She used it swiftly and delicately. I tried taking genial notes as woman seem to eat slit different than men, or at least different from me.

Mom 's respiration deepened, then quickened as her sexual climax approached. I pinched and pulled her nipples, thinking it might serve. 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 dependable ? I 've never done that before ! ``

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

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

'' Well, yes, but just fooling around. Some cuddling 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 cock needed some natural action today, now. I 'm the Man of the household, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a soixante-neuf position. But not the well-disposed, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

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

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

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home sweetness home ... '' I mused as my shaft sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between breathing space. `` This is now ... my deary fucking position ... of all time ... fucking sanctum shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her chief on the Commander '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 ? ``

'' vengeance, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning overnice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' intermission

SPANK !

'' wellspring you probably should consume ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mummy ... yeah ... ooh yeah Mommy ... ``

'' Travis infant ... fuck me ... so in force ... have intercourse me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... fuck your awful adulteress .... '' She seemed to wish saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more minute of this and I would be done.

'' I 'm going to cum, Mom ! I 've got to cum ! ``

'' Do it baby ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty cunt ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The burst ripped through me as I drove my stopcock as severe and deep as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing dick loosed spurt after grand squirt deep inside her. It was like shooting gas into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's slit suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Deliverer and the holy fuck as she came.

I do n't know what was happening to Jeanine down there, was she she drowning ? I pulled out to check on her.

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

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

'' Jeanine, hold open me some ! '' begged Mom.

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

We were disappointed, but at the same time it was kind of nice just to be alone with each other. 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 long minutes, not just a few moments.

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

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

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

'' The data track are elucidate ! '' Mom said, and she spread her wooden leg blanket for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the nursing bottle right onto her piddling brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her left hand. She used that to guide my shaft in the right-hand direction.

My cock hit a bulwark. No delay. There 's a minuscule roughness in this wall. I pressed a fiddling ... the indenture let me make a motion forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to fan out her leg wider.

With a sudden dismission of tautness, my cock straits poked through her sphincter muscle. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

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

Eight and a one-half column inch of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's rigorous asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so wrong ... this is all so wrong ... but I like being a slut ... I 've pushed it

down so long ... it 's prissy to let my freak out ! Thank you, Travis. I love you, honey. ``

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )