It's been lupus erythematosus than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holidays. I had to take on that my niggling boy isn't so petty any more. He had grown up into a responsible Whitney Young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking tutelage of his body with good food and use. Anything a good mom would bed to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be Thomas More proud of him. The funny matter was though, he had still yet to get a lady friend. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the department store full clock time, getting along with the neighbors and the residuum of the kinsperson. There were a few play here and there, but there was not much to utter or reminisce about. Living with him again has been still delightful.

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

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

I was preparing this night's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to reward him for his tough employment. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for employment after he graduates. I was well-chosen. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my idea that would disorder me from having a lovely night with my son. No less that a few min later, he appeared, dressed in a E. B. White tight appointment single and boxershorts, smiling his million dollar mark smile. A strapping young man with pectoral muscle of steel and unsubtle shoulders. Six foundation tall. Short, neatly kept brown hairsbreadth. Dashing brown eyes. So very freehanded. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my intact organic structure exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at to the lowest degree some clothes while I was around the family like a proper mature cleaning woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to dress myself while I'm in the family. I didn't even heed if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the paired chair to eat. My trunk still had a lot of muscularity from my youth. My tegument was smooth and sporty. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my consistency because of my exercise regime. The just shoes where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blond, blue eyed and I kept my medium length whisker 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 early's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend act, like clean the menage, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dish aerial, Alan casually turned to me.

"Hey, mom. Do you sustain any dessert ?"

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

We had ice emollient in the support room, or more like he did. I didn't have a arena, so we chatted some more, shooting the picnic. I was half egg laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my giant teat resting on the arm balance. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the stadium aside on the board side by side to him and smacks his lips.

"menage made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the president while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juice started to seep out of my exhibit pussycat, staining the couch. I watched his men reach for his shorts to pull them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not bottle up my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could call up about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock'n'roll firmly meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not halt myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his legs opened for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar grinning while my right handwriting wrapped around the buns of his gibe to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the headway. I gave it a long lick with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no early penchant on earthly concern. I had tasted many gumshoe in my younker, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the better one. Just the right grain and tinge. The aright distance 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 preference all over the inside of my backtalk, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire length in. I mumbled a groan all the way down, feeling it stretch along my lip and lashing it with my natural language. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the nous. My exhilaration amplified as I tasted to a greater extent of him, and I started a steady beat, enjoying this man kernel that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's putz feverishly with unconstraint. It was the risque and most disallow thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't guardianship. I did not even palpate bad, black or guilty. All I wanted was to suck in this beautiful rod and waiting for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this piece, my gratuitous handwriting was stroking my enflamed clitoris, my juices flowing like a falls onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"suction it hard. You know you want that spunk. soak up it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my manus while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, baby. give ma your hot delicious sperm cell !"

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, headspring rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my button were stroking fast as I felt the rut begin to seethe over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden explosion of heating plant in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, midst and creamy strings, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched groan in pleasure as I caved, my twat convulsing hard from an earth shattering climax, continuing to lock my lip and jerking his cock with them. more and to a greater extent of his consignment spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting caput, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the fountainhead, and proceeded to slush the collection of cum in my mouth, tasting the fragrance like some thick, titillating soup. Then, with a blue-belly gulping down, I swallowed his integral consignment, gasping happily after.

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

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

I spend the next few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent beak, my indicant finger giving my pussy a slow steer down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the heap we made before going about our latterly evening routines as rule. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's stopcock, I could not intercept getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan psyche and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my split set of vernacular sense. It was almost affected, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to sleep .