It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holiday. I had to hold that my slight boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking fear of his body with good solid food and exercising. Anything a goodness mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to suit. I could never be to a greater extent proud of him. The funny thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorce geezerhood ago, working my job at the department store full prison term, getting along with the neighbor and the rest of the family. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not very much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, dear ! It's time for dinner !"

"Sure thing, mom ! Just give me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening repast. My particular spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to reward him for his hard work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would disorder me from having a lovely night with my son. No to a lesser extent that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight trying on I and shorts, smiling his million dollar smile. A strapping Cy Young man with pectoralis of brand and broad shoulders. Six understructure tall. short circuit, neatly kept Brown tomentum. Dashing brown heart. So very handsome. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my mammilla a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely bare, my entire physical structure exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at to the lowest degree some clothes while I was around the house like a proper grown woman, but after that unknown thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to cut back myself while I'm in the household. I didn't even bear in mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the opposite word president to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my younker. My peel was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my exercise regime. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped dumbbell. I was a blonde, sorry eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

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

"Hey, mom. Do you induce any afters ?"

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

We had ice cream in the livelihood way, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the snap. I was half egg laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my giant tits resting on the arm remainder. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowlful aside on the mesa future to him and thwack his lips.

"abode made ice cream. Always the best."

"Glad you like it, Alan. You used to eat that even when you were a kid."

"In any case, mom, I think it's time for yours."

He shifted in the chairman while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juices started to seep out of my exposed kitty, staining the lounge. I watched his hands reach for his trunks to root for them straight down along with his underclothes. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not inhibit my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock'n'roll hard meat, shaped and as impregnable as he looked, and the Thomas More I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my nerve towards it. I could not block off myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his branch opened for me to get closer, all the piece looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right deal wrapped around the fundament of his pecker to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the head. I gave it a farseeing lick with my tongue, tasting the fresh precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on land. I had tasted many dicks in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the in force one. Just the mightily texture and tinge. The right duration and shape. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this penchant all over the inside of my sass, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch my backtalk and lashing it with my knife. Having done this so many fourth dimension, my throat had taken the physical body of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the oral sex. My agitation amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man substance that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's dick feverishly with wildness. It was the spicy and most prohibit thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't fear. I did not even feel bad, shameful or shamed. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty loot that I was working it towards. All this piece, my free bridge player was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"sucking it hard. You know you want that mettle. absorb it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, baby. devote mommy your hot Delicious sperm !"

My head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the estrus begin to roil over. He reached his blossom quickly, and there was a sudden fit of heat in my sass. It was shooting out in long, midst and creamy twine, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a lurch moan in delight as I caved, my cunt convulsing hard from an worldly concern shattering orgasm, continuing to mesh my rim and jerking his cock with them. Sir Thomas More and more of his lading spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting principal, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the drumhead, and proceeded to squelch the solicitation of cum in my sass, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his intact payload, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the succeeding few hour cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index finger giving my pussy a slow wind instrument down massage. Afterwards, he helped me scavenge up the messiness we made before going about our late evening routines as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not block getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan drumhead and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my unwrap set of common sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a glad grin, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to slumber .