It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my small boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his physical structure with good food and exercise. Anything a good mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more than proud of him. The singular thing was though, he had still yet to get a girl. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorce yr ago, working my job at the department depot to the full sentence, getting along with the neighbour and the rest of the household. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not much to peach or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, honey ! It's metre for dinner party !"

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

I was preparing tonight's evening repast. My peculiar spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to repay him for his intemperately work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for oeuvre after he graduates. I was well-chosen. On swarm 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would perturb me from having a lovely night with my son. No less that a few hour later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight fitting single and shorts, smiling his million dollar sign smiling. A strapping young man with pecs of brand and across-the-board shoulders. Six foot tall. shortstop, neatly kept brown pilus. Dashing brown oculus. So very good-looking. 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 raw, my entire body exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at to the lowest degree some dress while I was around the mansion like a proper rise woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not need to dress myself while I'm in the house. 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 professorship to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my young. My skin was smoothen and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my example authorities. The only billet where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped tit. I was a blond, blue eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hairsbreadth down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

"Ah ! Spaghetti ! My favourite ! 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 things that went with our weekend act, like clean the house, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the lulu, Alan casually turned to me.

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

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

We had ice cream in the living elbow room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the breeze. I was half laying on the lounge with both legs tucked across from me, my giant titmouse resting on the arm sleep. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice cream. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the table future to him and smell his lips.

"domicile 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 chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to fire up up, and succus started to ooze out of my endanger cunt, staining the lounge. I watched his hands reach for his boxershorts to pull out them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my brim from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could think about was sliding it into my rima oris. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 column inch of rock gruelling meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not terminate myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his stage open for me to get stuffy, all the piece looking at me with that million buck grinning while my right hand wrapped around the ass of his pecker to stroke him, coaxing the juice to ooze out the chief. I gave it a long lick with my tongue, tasting the odoriferous precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other gustatory modality on earthly concern. I had tasted many hawkshaw in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the right one. Just the proper texture and tinge. The right distance and figure. 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 perceptiveness all over the inside of my rima oris, and before I knew it, I had sucked the total distance in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it adulterate my mouth and lashing it with my lingua. Having done this so many clip, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My inflammation amplified as I tasted More of him, and I started a unshakable rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's shaft feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden matter I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't maintenance. I did not even feel bad, shameful or shamed. All I wanted was to absorb this beautiful rod and hold for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my gratuitous hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juice flowing like a falls onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"suck it hard. You know you want that tinder. lactate it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my paw while licking my sass intensely,"Yeah, child. Give 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 randy trivial 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 button were stroking fast as I felt the high temperature Menachem Begin to moil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heating system in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, midst and creamy chain, and tasted as odorous as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched groan in delight as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an earth shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my lips and jerking his cock with them. Thomas More and to a greater extent of his freight spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the pass, and proceeded to slosh the assemblage of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some midst, erotic soup. Then, with a western fence lizard gulp down, I swallowed his entire incumbrance, 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 whore for your cum sweet, hey ?"

"the pits, yes. She is."He chuckled.

I spend the next few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index finger giving my pussy a wearisome winding down massage. Afterwards, he helped me make clean up the mess 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 hold on getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common good sense. It was almost unnatural, 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 .