( Greetings ! This one 's maybe 45 minutes long. Bob Hope you enjoy it ! )




Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey Sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front of the other, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter fender, that 's the banner reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high pep pill, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the Navy, 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, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. delight severalise me you sent something ? ``

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

He had to send off something because he was TDY ( irregular responsibility ) in Italy. Dad was a maitre d', bucking for admiral, so he was very meddling. The sign of the zodiac is in Alexandria, Old Dominion, 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 of Alexandria. He shot down a MiG-27 in the start gulf War. He was a wild blue yonder backer for 3 long time, including serving as Flight leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald President Reagan, he 's cool under fire, majuscule under pressure, and a fucking funny guy and a great dad.

The entirely trouble is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than one-half my life.
My brother and me were pretty knotty customers as fry growing up, but we were no lucifer 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 Old pal never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He 's now living in New House of York with his new wife. She and Mom are affable but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my end class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an electronic mail blast from my account prof that the Friday class was cancelled.

sang-froid. I went to the fraternity, packed up my diddlyshit and washables and sped for house. My girlfriend and I broke up last hebdomad so I had no intellect not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within endorsement. Hey babe, I was taking a tryout, calm down. No ! You do n't eff me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a couplet years, and with Dad being gone so a good deal, Mom really looked forward to my sentence at rest home with her. She 'll be happy to see me home former, I thought. I 'll storm her.

The two-hour drive went by pretty quick, and I pulled into our little mansion. It 's a Navy-owned family that they have for use by sealed Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, colonial flair, big in-ground pocket billiards in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's uncanny, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the chill theater. I heard some comic noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some masses up there ?

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The racket was the great unwashed, charwoman 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't get it out exactly.

I made my way down the Charles Francis Hall, stepped into my parent 's bedroom, and got the shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her brain propped up on some pillows. Her prominent breasts cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two handwriting on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her air pussy.

But that was n't all.

laying next to my mom was another charwoman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. pink, I think it was. They were laying right following to each other, their arm and wooden leg touching each former. One of their pegleg was overlapping the former gal, I 'm not exactly certainly whose.

I turned my chief to the categoric screen on the wall, the beginning of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girlfriend doing one of those gay woman spurt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stanley Smith Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girlfriend gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her typeface by all the early chicks. But, it looks pretty practically like pee. But it 's not chicken, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the item of the story.

The level is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another raw woman.

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

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

What the piece of tail was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our state and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

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

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

I begin to head to the throughway to join the dealings jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger nates when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nonentity 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major shag pothole recession in the space. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to commit over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a alloy 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 nearest auto repair gallant. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

'' Tie Rod, '' he said. `` Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day. ``

Great. None of my chum are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

'' brand sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some clock time to call back about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't know what to mean. Was she cheating on Dad ? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this family ! '' That lineage was drilled into me, by her, for class. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably tranquil ride back home.

I went up to my way 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 family had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just variety of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the mantrap, no let me get the trash, I 'll get more ice ... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a beef out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure enough. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would call at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my push button and just how to act as 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 foundation in Lone-Star State, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in profane. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 min. And surely, he liked me straight away, but not in a dangerous way. He was previous than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you minor say, we hooked up. For two weeks straight. ``

I kind of blushed and turned my headspring. I do n't want to hear about this !

'' You probably do n't want to hear this, but I need to excuse some things to you. Things that parents do n't normally part with their tike but, in light of certain ... context ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out aunty Betty 's celebrated wimp formula. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two calendar week were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later. ``

'' Now, in the Navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, political science play a big portion of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's career ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her thorax and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very penetrating and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officer, or take in your married woman do it. ``

I was incredulous. `` You mean, you slept with his -- ''

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little flirting goes a longsighted way. But it never went beyond that. I was always admittedly to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, 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 Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just short susurration at initiatory, perhaps some sympathetic expression from other wife. They knew. Finally, mortal told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than than anything, but his urge outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. go along to be the 'good USN wife'and raise you two boys and make a living for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a piece so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't wanton, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big 1. '' I remember some of those. Not goodness fourth dimension. `` But in the end, I wanted the sprightliness. I wanted a husband who loved me to last 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 menage. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to foretell it, and we have a pretty salutary life history for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for days. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even scratch his ass in populace, let alone shoot 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 founder very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't swop it for the world. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some answers on her bodily process of today.

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

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

'' I kept thought process, he would just go to me at some point in time. But, he 's up for admiral, and the focus of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the most office ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The naval forces submarine sandwich. Shot down bad cat, highly decorated, almost an full admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his shaft hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters 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 tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another dark blue wife. She 's unseasoned than me by a few years, but in the Same gravy holder. We got toast once and spilled our guts, our deep, oceanic abyss guts ! And after various month of talking, we decided to have a little joint session today. You were coming home base tomorrow, so ... ''

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

'' We always tell the truth in this sign ! '' she said.

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

'' Ok Mom. well here 's a truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to condense. But I 'm dismal I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't funfair, or very overnice. ``

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

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

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

We had a little sweet, then I excused myself for the even as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my psyche unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old pet. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a unearthly topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychological science course ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so often that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of Wyrd. It 's more that, this is just kind of ... wrong ... on so many point, and yet these chicks are having such a bonk bang ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just know this mother fucker. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fanatic and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 multiplication in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that skirt 's snatch and whoa ... piece of ass ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to observe it 's capitulum down or that squat would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty practiced that night. I 'd like to secern you about some sick sex dream, but I did n't actually bear any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the leghorn will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and Francis Bacon and hash Robert Brown. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to plant life some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the English of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the power shovel and rip and gloves and early implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minute of arc later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her peg dissever from her midriff. At to the lowest degree two millimeters past her ... buck private area. She also had on one of pappa old dark blue khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a mile in front man. 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 fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college biddy ? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a issue ? This is n't justly !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn wildness. I need to recall properly. clean up up and fly right, dumbshit.

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

Now, you may say that 's a tinker's damn high number for a forties adult female. well, screwing you. And the knight you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five fundament nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not midget like a starving poser, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. stunt man that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the skillful contribution was her face. good mentum with no hang-downs or doubling going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth gabardine, which makes one untested looking. But the best region were her eyes and her grinning. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey bastard, her centre 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 bear to do it all in one instant, you know ! ``

We got the flatcar out and the topsoil and worked the reason 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 works flowers to get it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very remedial to plant and make matter grow. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a good story subject out of the blue.

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

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her branch tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to interrupt open a flora flat.

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

'' I just wanted to let you cognise that you were the victor. '' She said.

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you make love ? ``

'' A mother knows. Crusty wind cone, crusty old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smiling again, with the twinkly eyes.

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

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

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

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well tone at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have lots choice of not being a sex ogre. I mean, bell ringer got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

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

Well she was right about that, my grass gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can make it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the verity in this house'! So no paltering. ``

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the mesmerism. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalization, in case individual loses control ... ''

'' Hmmm. penalty. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a great and dreaded idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have the other person watch them 'lose'again ? ``

holy place fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some variety of pale ass puppy and I do n't fuck if there 's a paradise but I 'm pretty certain there 's a Hades and I 'll be in it with all the other derelicts and deviants and killer whale and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my brain to try and entrance some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the stem away from some former lie with tree that was invading the flush 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 to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some piece of tail roots.

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

'' It does NOT smell ! Okay ... it probably does ... but that 's not a foul because you made me come out here ! ``

Mom was muttering under her breathing spell just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn kids ... show no respectfulness ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

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

'' You were decently, '' she said. `` It 's damn hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her line of work like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Savior ! How many release are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tail end tied right field at her belly button.
I could now see exposed boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, darkness, and rich. But I have promises to maintain. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide out my rising blunder. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all foursome, moving about, lifting a hand to snaffle a petunia and place it in the soil. Her tit 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 bosom. Not the nipples, of course, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, remember ? ``

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

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

'' Yeah, that. discontinue it or I 'll go on ten-strike and forge a sum and picket your house. 'Unfair to workers'. ``

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

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

I put away a few matter in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the shit. I took in the 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 shoes on, but they were cruddy and crap had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

'' Okay, stand back. The weewee shoots out pretty tough. '' Always intellection of how to be good to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the snoot and sprayed my feet and got the shit off. Got the stain off my tibia and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that shite onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and snapshot me in the crotch ! And the thorax and look ! 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 my back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hose pee was cold ! We do n't bend on the pool smoke until Memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to drown to the shoal end, but I was wearing cargo shortstop. The kind with like 17 pockets and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim squad ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked firmly and caught Mom, gave her a Northerner on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the pace and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, icky, cheating niggling bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating man of asshole ! ``

I turned to assist her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the weewee, so did my hammer. cost increase, that is. Which was n't that big of a trouble, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the urine, the dusty body of water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond military capability, and they made certainly everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her torso, leaving zip to the imagination. Oh look, there 's even a little mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gather up her tomentum and wring it dry. That only thrust out her tremendous tits even more. I was now at full attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right-hand ? Is it ? Fuck !

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

'' William Tell dad ... what ? Tell him what, Mom ? I 'm thinking maybe we do n't tell him this ... ''

Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was funny, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to walk off.

I patted her butt 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.

fountainhead, I thought. That was sort of a fun afternoon.

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I got out of the shower bath. Yes, it was mostly a common cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to mislay ! Ok, Sojourner Truth be told, I 'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... shit ... it was n't all the prison term, hardly ever. I just did n't retrieve of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right wing now. I got ta fucking clear my head.

'' dearest ? '' 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 sort where a murphy is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! surely ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my privates but kept moving. screw ! I did n't roll in the hay it was this tough not to affect myself !

In my elbow room, I heard the shower go on. Mom 's naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the import of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with flame ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll find out.

I walked down the Granville Stanley Hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

Fucking kick ! 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 sneaky one.

fountainhead, I certainly never got a arduous on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course of study. 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 set to impart around 6:30. Dinner reservations are at 7. dress kind of nice. honey, Mom.

Mom does n't screw that you do n't have spell out every word in a text. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

At 6:15, I put on my overnice smutty knickers and a Black person silk shirt, it 's got some white little paisley action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Yuletide and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my dentition, shaved, spiked my whisker up ... boom. 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 place at McDonald 's or maybe Burger -- ''

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

This clothes, wow ! Satiny fabric, deep and dour black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very cockeyed. Fitted, I guess is the full term. Fitted like a small baseball mitt around her red-hot dead body. You could see some motion in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked retiring, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of faux ball field going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the belittled of Mom 's spine. The very minor of it. the smallest office. What I would send for, 'Below the bash'even.

She did a little turn for me in the foyer. Her garb flew out a take flight inches as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark tomentum done differently, some big curls and waves and flips instead of her usual monotone. shadow red lipstick and gorgeous eye war paint completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... sanctum shit ... you do n't look like anybody 's mother ! ``

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

'' Like the brake shoe ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto bounder, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southerly state of matter. The cad were perfect ; high, but not so richly as to piss one looking at stupid 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 keys ! ``

Dad 's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some long time back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollar sign a year on it just trying to celebrate it running, too. britt, good multitude but do n't translate much about electric 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 side. Taking her handwriting, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a loyal and dangerous drive !

I popped the clutch and shoot down down the street. 13 minute of arc to go ! We screeched and careened and did a couple power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, rightfulness by the front threshold. That 's regard !

The waiting arena was crowded, I was trying to check in with the Maitre'D. Mom was behind some grandiloquent asshole.

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

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

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

Mom made sure to sweep her breast against Fritz a little, 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.

'' full evening folks ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your female parent looks stunning tonight on this female parent 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all pleased with himself.

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

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

Mom did a typeface palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I line the rumpus ? Not really. Just a bunch of faculty rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne-Ardenne bucket with Fritz'compliment, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and diverse breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new server, too. She was much in effect and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our Order and they left us alone.

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

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you imagine ? '' 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 champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my genu 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 stupid mouth up just in time.

The dinner was wonderful. The filet were tender and succulent, the potatoes fab, and the society was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. shoulder joint, or feet, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt wanton, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad girl friends and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The balk 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 course ! Across the street is the grand Voodoo sofa ! You can leave your car here and call us to come get you ! I will address my friend at the threshold, you wo n't waitress in seam. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to leave. She gave him a big hug. A full body hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

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

The Voodoo couch ... now here was a seat. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a prissy small John Wilkes Booth far enough away from the dance orchestra so we could lecture, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up ring played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew most of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in historic period ! Please ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The level was pretty crowded, which was upright. We stepped up and got our 'Super nut'on. After a few Sung we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. okay it was pretty flash. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so much sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' South ? ``

'' Yes, Dixieland ! It 's sort of a slutty gens, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

'' Oh ! Shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very surd ... 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 take in to she-bop while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

'' Let 's dance some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly laughable. But then. One of her deary songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow birdcall about dancing with his fan. I was ready to evacuate the dancing floor, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and entertain me. ``

'' Yes, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand on the pocket-sized of her spine. Her bare back.. My left manus held her rectify deal, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't middle school. There 's no chaperone. ``

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her cad, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to brace her of row. Her thigh pressed against me. I caressed her miserable back, slipping my picayune finger down, under her dress. I felt no panty where there should be some, only a short tiny string.

I was trying to keep my tremendous erection 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 vertebral column of her clothes and cupped a quick ass impudence. My Mom 's ardent 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 ground her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a piddling something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her correct ear. I lingered, and kissed a few Thomas More belittled buss in the general orbit. South breathed in heavy, crushing her white meat into me. I turned up a minuscule and kissed her ear lobe, being heedful of the ball field earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a footling more.
I was n't certainly if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the saltation floor. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish. '' Again, a head nod. I released her right hand so I could put both coat of arms around her waist, and she wrapped her blazonry around my neck.

'' Travis ... dearest ... ''

'' Yes, Confederate States ? ``

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

'' I do have it away you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a hard 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 waving started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in front end of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dancing floor, Mom holding my script 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 order, 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 minuscule pat. It throbbed in response to her touch. She kept her hand there. I tried not to opine about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixie ! I meant Confederacy ! You look arresting. You should see the other hombre checking you out. Some of the daughter, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my free script over and under the board. I reached up and cupped her other white meat, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's burthen and size. Mmmmmm, very spongelike, yet business firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to recognize my medallion. 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 face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just allow for these here then ... ''

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

'' I have to go to the madam room. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It was n't easy. several minutes went by, I began to get touch on. Ten transactions. wellspring, sometimes there is a line of work, maybe ?

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

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A little smudge to her speech. `` I just needed another boozing to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't promiscuous. '' Mom reached into her lilliputian purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

'' These are my panties ! Or ... well not panties ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to wear anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nose. They were wet, and the substantial womanly odour coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the ladies way so I could cum and not make a mickle out here ! I 'm so get it on wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a loathsome smile and nodded her head.

'' Yep ! You grab my mamilla in plublic ... plub ... where people can see, I 'm going to cum. Every time. ``

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her cite menu, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a precipitation to get dwelling house. But, no.

She was in a haste to find a circular file, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home base so I could monitor her on the way. She only got sick 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 skid, gently, caressing her feet a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't screw easy at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would sense tomorrow, I hauled her into the H2O closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could salute some piddle and go pee. After several transactions, she got down about 12 ounces of water. The whole clip she was spouting off `` I 'm bad I 'm no-count ''. Yep. I know. I 'm sorry too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pj's, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her incline in what 's called 'the recovery billet', so if she gets sick again she 'll be alright.

O.K., yes it did hap to me to feel her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a raper. 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 future day, I was reading some stuff and nonsense on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. individual on a higher floor is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A read/write head peaked in.

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

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

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

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a comfort station ? 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 sorry Travis, thanks for getting me menage. ``

'' fountainhead, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those afterward today. ``

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... jack. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking last night ... I was fix to, um ... screw you, and I thought if I got enough alcoholic beverage in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really turn out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' wellspring, Mom, that 's not the sole chance we 'll ever throw. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right matter to do. The here and now was right, the time was decently, but maybe it did n't happen for a cause. And maybe it 's for the expert. I 'm sorry 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 medicine room. Yes, the family has a euphony way. Which is skilful because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little stria for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't worry what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to wind off and not think about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all light and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.

'' Do n't stop, save performing. '' Mom always liked my guitar performing. `` 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 piffling Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom 's favorite.

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was variety of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her white meat, earth my raging cock into her pelvic arch. Or the fact that she gripped my rooster, and masturbated in the ladies way. Yup, did n't bring up those things.

We got home after a distich hours, variety of beat from running around town.

'' Maybe we should stay 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 think. I was ready to nail my mom death night, and today, it 's like aught happened. spine to pattern. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a prodding of the moment thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was ineffable. We were hot and heavy, 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 crucify, it was like my rake was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. cypher. Ran downstairs, where the hell is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the syndicate. With a glass of vino. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

'' Oh hey, dearest. Just relaxing a bit -- ''

'' Mom. We need to talk. Now. ``

'' Well, certainly honey have a seat -- ''

'' 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 YOUNG MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the steps 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 certainly Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's all right too. ``

She shook her brain, but held her arms up for me.

'' Well then, Travis. ejaculate and give 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 heat I could muster.

Her diffuse lips yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each early, gently, testing each former. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her dentition. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our soundbox blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our easy passion turned to furious mania. My arousal was physically unmistakable to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to hurry things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get womanhood like this everyday. I 've had lots of lady friend, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our kiss and just smiled at each former, both of us breathing heavily.

'' have me, '' was all she said.

I got off her and stood up so I could clean. Mom rose up on her elbow joint so she could keep an eye on. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her spit over her mouth slowly.
I bent down to take off my slavey. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' octad inches ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' VIII and a half, but who 's tally. ``

'' holy place shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's long arm whiteness attire shirt.

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

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

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

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no total of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting posture and kissed her surd as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, christ ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undo it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her stark tits. Yes, I saw them the early day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a arcminute as they heaved with each breath. My rooster 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 hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the gasp behind me, again admiring the prospect of my naked mom, make unnecessary for the niggling piece of scarlet held be some petite material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's twine broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the side, her bare pussy looked so ask over. I reached over and spread her legs, her odor immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

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

I climbed between her branch, and rested my body mostly on my elbow, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her straits with my give bridge player and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her branch, making it easier. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my top dog up and down, slathering her juice all over my mushroom cap.

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

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

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

My raging, eight column inch peter lay cryptical inside Mom 's tight, muggy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to make love. Pressing into her, my hip mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a patch, 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 favorite whoremonger is to pull my cock out most of the way, and then depend upon it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's deary trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each dull withdrawal and spry thrust back down brought a quick lilliputian `` 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 encounter my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. finis night I gingerly held her chest, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her mamilla and pinched her mamilla and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear biography as I dropped my go away mitt down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her tail end toilsome, I could lie with faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouthpiece, grunting like creature. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for respective minute. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out implements of war so I could study a proficient facial expression at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her chin was resting between them.

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

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... have a go at it me ... get laid me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That familiar feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slip both hands under her ass boldness. My right mitt went further into her slippery crack cocaine. I rubbed her petty backdoor for a few minute, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

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

heaving, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... fucking ... beloved you ... ''

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

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

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the Best ... the best piece of tail I 've ever had. ``

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

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

'' Do you listen ? It feels just to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm well. A picayune tired. Give me a couple minutes though, and we 'll commence Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a long clock 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 twat and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a mephistophelean look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her font into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuity, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my make love God, Travis ! I have n't eaten a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so vitiate ! ``
She was right. I thought it was hot. So did my rooster. It sprang back to wide-cut posture in just a few moments.

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

It 's a good feeling, having your mom suck on your cock.

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

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to have a go at it that men are visual, so she made surely that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome tits 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 complaint. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your pap. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some clip with them. If you do n't mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her luscious hangers up my pectus. She brought one to my face, swinging it a nude inch from me. Her dismal nipple hung an in or more from her turgid aereolas, she let it crop my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as astray as I could, trying to take up all of her tit into my mouth. My paw grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to give suck so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for minutes, 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 hand in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. salutary, I 'm beaming she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her rear. I could then act on this left tit with a slight More leisure and role. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up up. I kissed and licked all of her tit physique, not just the mammilla. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

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

'' God no ! celebrate going ! It 's like the best massage in the existence ! But do n't touch my twat, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful feeling, then I cupped her pussy cumulus and fray my thenar into her clit.

True to her Good Book, she shuddered and came, right wing then. Kind of a minor one, but I liked it !

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

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

I pushed her white meat up so she could pass on it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war submarine sandwich, a add up retard ? He did n't like this ?

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

Mom went at her own tit with gusto, just as a lot as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make love life to her own tit, it 's so bloody fascinating.

I pulled my cock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a shoes just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my peter as well as her teat at the Sami time. The fact that now her twat juice was on her tit and my stopcock 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 abdomen as she grabbed her breasts and held them extensive, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my cock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful titty. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my stopcock head would allude her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her titty like a madman.

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

Well, with her encouragement and with that much pressing from her tits, I had little choice.

My first cum clap went right into her oral cavity, followed by the 2nd. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipple. Mom swallowed down her oodles, then she bent her head and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

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

A lot of the clip, ok almost all the fourth dimension, when I eat out a adult female, 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 hours. Or maybe 10 minutes. I also did her magic, which was to look up into her eyes. But most of the clock time they were closed or I could n't even see them on story of her tits being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to keep her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the fruition hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a quondam thing. I do n't jazz 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 case with her female cum.

'' seminal fluid here, babe ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her flavors actually dripping from my Kuki-Chin. She lapped up my mentum with her tongue, like a secure mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' for sure, but not now. ``

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

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

It took me a couple moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for Jesus of Nazareth sake. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

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

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my Mother 's Day present to you, an anal retentive flak ! ``

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

'' So Mom, evidence me more about this womanhood the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

'' Well ... Good Shepherd this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

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

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how nice it would be to experience an orgasm without being alone all the clock time ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should aid each former out.

'' twenty-four hours went by, neither of us said another watchword about it. I just put it down as a silly 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. ``

'' sanctum 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 room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbian, just kindred spirits looking for a little 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 gear trash, which polished off the bottle, I took a trench intimation and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my sleeping room is connected to the internet, if we wanted to learn something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian jet political party'. And ... sanctum fuck. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so bodacious 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 substructure into the air. ``

'' I do n't get laid what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the Word, if it is a Good Book ... Debauched and wrong and taboo, and therefore it was also VERY aphrodisiacal to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should discase, would n't we be more comfortable that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a grown woman naked, in my real bearing before.

'' I got, very nervous 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 spurt on the other gals. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our wooden leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was Nice. Very nice. To have a warm torso side by side to me.

'' But not as courteous as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my flaccid peter. It tried to answer 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 stupid 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 rima oris. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, variety of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her poppycock. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my sanies. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't bring myself to sweep that line. 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 possess a design. Um, what do you want ? ``

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

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... September ? Yeah ? Well, final exam are in two week and then I 'm done for the summer. is n't that some phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, Summer'? ``

'' 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 shoal, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

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

I did n't answer. I did n't know what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so terrific 15 minute of arc ago, and then the fricking real mankind reared its wretched head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't experience. '' I switched gear on her. `` What I do get laid it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to piss reserve, but I 'll bet old Fritz would observe a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

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

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The consternation went off at 8:40, Sunday cockcrow. 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 awake and fix. ``

well, shit, I 'm arouse and set up right now ! Let 's go mommy !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the toilet, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the expert fucking I 've given her, and she hides from me ! Ca n't blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the married woman mindset.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more fourth dimension last nighttime. Each meter seems to be as effective or unspoiled than before. When Mom seed, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaker like a footling girl at Christmas. then she kisses me so a lot ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candle flame as she rode my tool like it was a bucking bronc and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just joggle, they seemed to displace of their own agreement and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bath in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her hair. 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 founder. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

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

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

At 8:59, the earpiece rang. The maitre d'hotel is on the stock !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet stage setting and pulled up my favorite porn website, and found the Lesbo spurt party. In less than a minute I was at full staff again. Mom was settling into the call 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 concealment. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

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

I thought it was prison term I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the phone to her flop ear. It 's a cord handset because Dad did n't care cell phones. So I stood up and stuck my concentrated cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes dear ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a second ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Johnson 's married woman ? Really ? '' and blah rant blah ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her incline and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the professorship with her, and forced my cock to her sass. Dad rambled on about USN politics in Italia as Mom has about a third of my prick in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

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

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

'' Yes honey, he 's right here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so a good deal ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

Good God, I 'm mighty here ! But she had to get to it look adept. She waited a few import, then handed me the phone.

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

In reality Mom had taken my cock and knack it downwards. When it 's this hard, it does n't bend downwards.

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

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

Mom could recite we were getting done, so she ran into her toilet and locked the room access. shit !

'' surface up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's female parent 's Day ! Mommy needs her demo ! ``

Her muffled vocalisation 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 mythological Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the Lapp one as the other Nox, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first wedding but her husband 's second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their female parent 's theater this morning. Jeanine was to break up them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little shortsighted, little trimmer, pocket-size boob but very perky, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a watcher, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very cockeyed skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a knit stitch blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the glob rolling. It was n't too concentrated, we
already had two Mimosas in us.

'' wellspring there 's this reenforcement grouping, a forum, for Navy married woman. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help person else who needs a handwriting. You know, there 's sections for home, so the gal local to a base can help each other with baby-sitting, Doctor 's appointments and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many clock time about stuff, then met in somebody to talk about affair we did n't desire to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' aplomb ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the other day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't concern about it. It 's ok, really. ``

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

'' Absolutely ! I love him to end ! But ... he knows I need to have some contact once in a while. He does n't mind as long as it 's just young woman and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes rest home ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd care to pass the rest of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this little 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 nothing. ``

'' 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 bear on 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 inch away, you just ca n't concern me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The rest period of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute stories about me and all the lunkhead things I 've done over the years.

The moms had many more mimosa, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like schoolhouse girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were looks, and lingering hands, and minuscule caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and tight Jeanine 's No-Touching rule really was.

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

For the ride home, Mom sat in the backbone seat while Jeanine sat up forepart with me. I did n't have a go at it why for a distich transactions, but then it became ostensible ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a niggling `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hired hand first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red lightness to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's lead bosom. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's dumbbell. First over her shirt. I had to curve several times to ride out on the route as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

automobile horn honked at me as I saw Mom overstretch 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 railroad car or trucks came alongside, they would have a good view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out presence. '' I said to nobody. The missy were lost in their slight dreamworld. I put the garage room access down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to leave Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka soda water, with not much tonic. I figured I could n't touch, but I could look on ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their dame and shoes on. No tops, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the feeling ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand motion of sucking my shaft. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to concern the precious Jeanine. I brought my cock to Mom 's lip, she devoured it.

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

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my putz totally enjoying the feel and the sentiment of another womanhood sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to detain garment all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the face zipper, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her white garter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed pussy. I guess she forgot to bring panties today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to induce her consequence of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine undid Mom 's bird and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these woman today ? Ca n't seem to recollect anything ...

'' Come and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a while. '' And I moved away on the bed a trivial to consecrate them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's wooden leg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvis, crushing her bosom into Mom 's pussy as she went past tense. She climbed up yesteryear Mom 's tits and got to her cheek where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her breast were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was randy, I could smell out her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting knife and mouth. I moved around to get a dependable look. Yep, Mom 's feeding cunt. Her starting time ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, then got bolder with each passing minute 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 equal Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass buttock and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the paries with her palm as she came violently. Her whole organic structure shook and trembled as she screamed `` shag '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl cream and this huge smile on her face. I went to Mom.

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

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to bat up some of your slit juices. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouth and kept the rest for myself. MMmmmmmm ... woman cum. Different from Mom, but still pussy succus. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her aloofness from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's head so she could see practiced, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking howling ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guy wire doing to me ... I 'm such a trollop ! ``

I reached over to the nightstand and found a vibrator, I handed it to Jeanine. She used it swiftly and delicately. I tried taking mental notation as cleaning woman seem to eat kitty-cat different than men, or at least different from me.

Mom 's external respiration deepened, then quickened as her orgasm approached. I pinched and pulled her nipples, thinking it might aid. It helped me, anyway.

'' prick yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

Jeanine drank down all of Mom 's material, then pulled off and smiled up at us.

'' Pretty good ? I 've never done that before ! ``

'' You 're awesome ! '' Mom answered.

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

'' Well, yes, but just fooling around. Some fondling and touching. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

Well, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a ilxx billet. But not the friendly, 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 piffling work to posture myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with to a greater extent than one other somebody in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

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

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... nursing home Henry Sweet place ... '' I mused as my scape sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between breathing space. `` This is now ... my favored have sex perspective ... of all time ... fucking holy shit ! ``

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning gracious and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' intermission

SPANK !

'' well you probably should stimulate ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their shakiness felt good on my cock as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mamma ... yeah ... ooh yeah mum ... ``

'' Travis infant ... fuck me ... so right ... jazz me ... get laid your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your adulteress ... ass your nasty slut .... '' She seemed to wish saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more secondment 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 explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as hard and rich as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing cock loosed spurt after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting petrol into the lava, though. So bloody hot ... Mom 's pussy suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Deliverer and the holy place fucks as she came.

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

The instant my cock came out, my sperms followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

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

'' Jeanine, lay aside me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the residuum in her mouth. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and add up 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 little bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After several mo 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 form 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 recollective minutes, not just a few moments.

I only broke the osculation to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my cock. 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 rail are percipient ! '' Mom said, and she spread her stage wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricator from the feeding bottle right onto her little brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her leftfield hand. She used that to take my cock in the right direction.

My cock hit a bulwark. No wait. There 's a little indentation in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indenture let me prompt forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her pelvis and tried to spread her legs wider.

With a sudden exit of tenseness, my stopcock foreland poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven in to go.

With little poking, my dick forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty soundbox. Mom grimaced a couple prison term, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lubricator overcame the friction and down I came.

Eight and a one-half inches of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's tight asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

down so long ... it 's overnice 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 )