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female parent 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey straw hat ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front of the other, for speed ! '' He 's a attack aircraft pilot, that 's the standard answer. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm high speed, 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 female parent 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

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

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

He had to send something because he was TDY ( temporary worker duty ) in Italian Republic. Dad was a sea captain, bucking for admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my grinder. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first disconnection War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as flying loss leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under imperativeness, and a piece of ass funny guy and a great dad.

The but problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My comrade and me were pretty toughened client as kids growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an smoothing iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was adequate'. Or rather, I learned early on. My aged brother 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 cordial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an electronic mail blast from my history professor that the Fri form was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my cocksucker and laundry and sped for abode. My girlfriend and I broke up final week so I had no grounds not to go home early. Speaking of fucking imbecile, god she was needy. Texting me all shag day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within bit. Hey sister, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't love me fustian blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a duad years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She 'll be felicitous to see me home former, I thought. I 'll storm her.

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

I unlocked the threshold and stepped into the chill business firm. I heard some suspicious noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some people 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 people, women 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't take a crap it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's sleeping room, and got the electrical shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large boob cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two manus on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

egg laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their leg was overlapping the other gal, I 'm not exactly sure as shooting whose.

I turned my head to the mat CRT screen on the wall, the seed of all the noise. A pornography played, a caboodle of girls doing one of those sapphic squirt riot. Actually, I had seen this one. It had prime Tucci, a Shirley Temple Black chick named Jada something, Britney Wallace Stevens, and a crowd of others, too. The porn is where one girl gets `` young woman cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the former bird. But, it looks pretty often like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the percentage point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their oral sex towards me, screamed, and tried to bump the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was variety of funny, or even curse funny. But at the import, I was pissed.

What the roll in the hay was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our country 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 public figure the unit way.

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

I begin to head to the freeway to unite the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't fuck what else to do. The telephone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger rump when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the nookie did I hit ? The car is still moving ... cypher 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a Major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the straw man bicycle go all wobbly and shop. I managed to get out over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't imagine that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest auto fixture clotheshorse. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a speedy look.

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

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

'' I 'm so good-for-nothing Travis I can explicate -- ''

'' Mom ! '' I tried to interrupt, 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. ``

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

Click.

So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I did n't bonk what to think. Was she cheating on Dad ? variety of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this house ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

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

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so uncanny, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my kinfolk had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just variety of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll peck up the looker, no let me get the methamphetamine, I 'll get to a greater extent ice ... all that form of hooey. Dad would get a boot out of it. She was a serious looker, for indisputable. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would hollo at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoe, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

'' Um ... at some spread or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air Force base in Lone-Star State, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion bull with the boys in blue. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds obtuse, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And surely, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 eld, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you Kid say, we hooked up. For two hebdomad straight. ``

I kind of blushed and turned my fountainhead. I do n't need to find out about this !

'' You probably do n't want to find out this, but I need to explicate some affair to you. matter that parents do n't normally percentage with their kid but, in light of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out aunt Betty 's famous chicken recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

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

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

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big section. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officeholder, or have your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a fiddling flirting goes a hanker way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true 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 backer, that was the number 1 I heard of it. Just niggling whispers at initiative, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wife. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It was n't his mistake, he said.

'' So I had a option. carry on to be the 'good United States Navy married woman'and enhance you two boys and hit a life for us, or bail out and battle on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't tardily, and we had a lot of engagement. Some very big unity. '' I remember some of those. Not good times. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to destruction and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activity, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it plate. I turned the other impudence, looked the former way, what ever you want to forebode it, and we have a pretty commodity life for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't cognise, 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 father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't trade it for the macrocosm. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

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

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

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

'' I kept thought, he would just belong to me at some point. But, he 's up for admiral, and the strain of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the almost part ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The navy grinder. Shot down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an 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 party. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some fair sex 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 bout had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my supporter you saw today, is another Navy married woman. She 's unseasoned than me by a few years, but in the Same boat. We got imbibe once and spilled our backbone, our late, deep guts ! And after several calendar month of talking, we decided to consume a niggling joint session today. You were coming household tomorrow, so ... ''

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

'' We always tell the true statement in this business firm ! '' she said.

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

'' Ok Mom. wellspring 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 abide. But I 'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very nice. ``

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

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

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

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the eventide as I was very outwear. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my thinker unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some hunt for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird issue, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some Sojourner Truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology course ? I searched instead for that Lesbian SQUIRT political party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of weird. It 's to a greater extent that, this is just form of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these wench are having such a fucking fire ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this damn. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex devil and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 prison term in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't facilitate but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's twat and whoa ... shtup ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to hold back it 's head down or that diddlyshit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I 'd like to tell you about some looney sex dreams, but I did n't actually make any.

(. Y. )

I slept in boulder clay about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the police chief 's away, the Panama hat will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a dainty breakfast of testicle and Francis Bacon and hash brown. She asked for my assistance in the garden ; it was metre to plant some bloom. In the old heyday bed off to the side of the big swimming 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 shovel and rake and baseball mitt and early implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red unawares shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... private arena. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could peek at her bare midsection for quite a while.

time lag ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college skirt ? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was gear up to assign her a number ? This is n't right !

I saw the old flush bed and attacked it with my choice and also with a damn craze. I need to think properly. neaten 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 damn high act for a mid-forties charwoman. Well, fuck you. And the knight you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five hoof it nine. And she had curve, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her knocker were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup sizing that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or to a greater extent. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the comfortably part was her face. expert chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the virtually part. She kept her dentition Edward D. White, which makes one younger looking. But the safe parts were her center and her smiling. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her eye lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that imply something.

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

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

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the priming coat together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy sign so Mom always wanted to plant flowers to make it appear nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to industrial plant and make things turn. We chatted about all sort of stuff, until she brought up a funny bailiwick out of the blue.

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

I raised my head up from the power shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her stifle with her legs tucked under her. Her boob jiggled as she tried to bump open a plant flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old jersey, kleenex in the bedchamber garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the beamish eyes.

'' well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really truthful. 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 aflutter, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex monstrosity or something. ``

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

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to bear the early person catch them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just propose ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some sort of sick fucking pup and I do n't have it off if there 's a heaven but I 'm reasonably sure enough there 's a sin and I 'll be in it with all the other abandoned ship and deviants and killers and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the poop for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this roll in the hay hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my tee shirt over my head to try and catch up with some air. I got back to work, I was trying to hack the roots away from some former fucking tree that was invading the blossom bed.

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

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no formula ! It 's jut win or lose, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to twist 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 take hold of some fucking roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely meretricious enough for me to listen her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn kids ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the biz ... ''

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

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

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her stage business like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Redeemer ! How many clit are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt shadower tied rightfield at her belly button.
I could now see uncover boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, dark, and deep. But I have hope to hold on. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising blunder. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all quatern, moving about, lifting a hand to snaffle a petunia and place it in the ground. Her titty 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 amount tits. Not the nipples, of track, they were straining her shirt.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on smasher and organise a mating and picket your house. 'Unfair to prole'. ``

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

'' You put away the dick ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hosiery. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hosepipe going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the 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 substructure. I had place on, but they were smutty and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

'' okeh, stand back. The urine shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thinking of how to be expert to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my feet and got the stain off. Got the dirt off my tibia and calf, too. Good not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and stab me in the crotch ! And the breast and expression ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water system felt frigidness !

'' 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 ... waiting ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

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

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

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hose H2O was low temperature ! We do n't wrench on the pond bullet until memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to drown to the shallow end, but I was wearing shipment underdrawers. The kind with like 17 pockets and diddlysquat. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely propel, and I used to be on the swim squad ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and catch up with Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating little bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an maddening piece of shit ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the water system, so did my cock. Rise, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the cold pee, I could n't carry myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at to the lowest degree an in through her shirt. The wet material clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Oh look, there 's even a trivial mol on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her brain back to gather up her hair and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous bosom even more. I was now at full phase of the moon attention and did n't be intimate what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right ? Is it ? roll in the hay !

Mom kept up her funny philippic. `` Little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can number on that ! Wait until I tell your Fatherhood -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to look down and saw my raging hard-on.

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

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

I patted her fanny 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.

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

(. Y. )

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

'' Honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some dogshit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end chophouse. The variety where a white potato is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't make out it was this tough not to touch on myself !

In my room, I heard the shower bath go on. Mom 's naked in the exhibitioner. Now this, I thought, this is the mo of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire ? This will recount. If I go in there, we 'll witness out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to sprain the knob.

Locked.

Fucking bitch ! I thought to myself. She knew ... she knew I would try. Which means ... what ? No ? Never ? Not now ? Go jerk off ? Oh Mom ... you 're a sneaky one.

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

(. Y. )

Got a schoolbook from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to leave around 6:30. Dinner reservations are at 7. attire kind of courteous. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't make spell out every word in a schoolbook. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

At 6:15, I put on my skillful grim pants and a black silk shirt, it 's got some livid little paisley natural action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my hairsbreadth up ... boom. Looking pretty sharp-worded ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

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

This apparel, wow ! Satiny stuff, trench and glowering bleak. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't really slutty, but it was tight up top. Very taut. Fitted, I guess is the terminal figure. Fitted like a small baseball mitt around her voluptuous trunk. You could see some motion in the garb. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some documentation for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little drawing string of simulated diamond going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's binding. The very small of it. the pocket-sized parting. What I would call in, 'Below the bang'even.

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

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her obscure whisker done differently, some big scroll and wafture and somerset instead of her usual savourless. Dark red lip rouge and gorgeous eye makeup completed her flavour. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... mythologic ... holy diddley ... 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 shoes ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southerly states. The blackguard were unadulterated ; high, but not so eminent as to make one look 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 Internet Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag keystone ! ``

Dad 's Panthera onca, 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 year back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a year on it just trying to hold on it running, too. britt, good hoi polloi but do n't understand much about electric systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitty. 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 face. Taking her hired hand, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the locomotive, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a fast and life-threatening ride !

I popped the clutch and tore down the street. 13 instant to go ! We screeched and careened and did a couple tycoon slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right by the battlefront door. That 's respect !

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

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

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

'' ... but ... you are in lot as a mesa by the windowpane just opened up. This way, please ? ``

Mom made sure to brush her tit 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 youth man !

The waiter came up right away.

'' Good evening folks ! Welcome to Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother '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, chesty, insulting fool ! ``

Mom did a case 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 ruckus ? Not really. Just a gang of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a Champagne pail with Fritz'compliments, 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 waiter, too. She was much wagerer 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 fiat and they left us alone.

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

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you cerebrate ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hired man on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hair as we sipped champagne. estimable 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 mesa but I was able-bodied to shut my stunned oral fissure up just in time.

The dinner was wondrous. The fish filet were cutter and succulent, the Solanum tuberosum fabulous, and the company was ... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the all dinner. shoulder joint, or foot, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad girl supporter and bad sex times ; now that we were on a different tier, we could let the cat out of the bag about a lot more than stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The verification arrived, in the sum of twoscore 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 situation around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the marvellous Voodoo Lounge ! You can leave your car here and visit us to come get you ! I will call my admirer at the door, you wo n't wait in line. ``

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

Fritz went into replete flabbergast musical mode. He stumbled away, flushed but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a lieu. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a overnice little cubicle far enough away from the isthmus so we could spill, but not out in the boonies, either.

The tune-up circle played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her business firm, I
knew most of the strain too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in ages ! delight ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The floor was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super Freak'on. After a few birdsong we went back and sucked down some goose Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO MUCH FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty loud. She moved in finisher to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so a great deal sweetheart, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' Confederate States ? ``

'' Yes, Dixie ! It 's form of a slutty gens, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

'' Oh ! Shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very voiceless ... 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 have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly peculiar. But then. One of her favorite Sung came on. 'Lady in Red', a dull song about dancing with his fan. I was fix to evacuate the dance floor, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, Confederate States of America. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right paw on the small of her binding. Her bare back.. My left hand held her in good order hired hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

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

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

Her chest of drawers bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her header lay on my berm. With her heel, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch shorter than me.
I pretended to hit and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thigh pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little fingerbreadth down, under her dress. I felt no pantie where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to keep my tremendous erecting from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the rachis of her frock and cupped a warm ass cheek. My Mom 's quick ass impertinence. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a look off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and travail her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a little something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small osculation in the general surface area. Confederacy breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the baseball diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the terpsichore 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 teacher. Yes.

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

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

'' Yes, South ? ``

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

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my command with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the shtup ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

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

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

We walked off the terpsichore base, Mom holding my helping hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't want everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our deglutition 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 reaction to her touch sensation. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' well, no wonderment. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixie ! I meant Dixie ! You look sensational. You should see the other hombre checking you out. Some of the girl, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her tit into my berm and arm. I swung my free hand over and under the mesa. I reached up and cupped her former breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and sizing. Mmmmmm, very squashy, yet firm, fucking marvellous. Her nipple rose to greet my palm tree. 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 helping hand rubbing her big tit. `` fountainhead ... I 'll just leave these here then ... ''

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

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

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and appear presentable. It was n't easy. respective min went by, I began to get occupy. Ten proceedings. Well, sometimes there is a personal credit line, maybe ?

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

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 spot to her lecture. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to allow something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her midget purse and pulled out a wad of blackened material.

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

'' I needed to accommodate to you that you won ! I had to go to the noblewoman elbow room so I could cum and not make a mess out here ! I 'm so hump wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a wicked smile and nodded her head.

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

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the note with her credit posting, she told me to festinate. I thought it was because we were in a hurry to get base. But, no.

She was in a hurry to find a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get puke in.

(. Y. )

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

I carried her upstairs to her elbow room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her feet a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't lie with well-situated at all with a dead-drunk someone. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could imbibe some body of water and go pee. After several hour, she got down about 12 ounces of water. The unharmed time she was spouting off `` I 'm meritless I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm sorry too.

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

okay, yes it did occur to me to find 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 next day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. Somebody upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

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

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

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

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a slattern. I 'm so sorry Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

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

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... tinker's dam. I 'll just say it. I do n't be intimate what I was thinking last night ... I was fix to, um ... screwing you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really function out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it South ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

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

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the properly thing to do. The here and now was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't materialize for a ground. And maybe it 's for the well. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back on a higher floor. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the medicine room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is unspoiled because we all paddle with something. I try to play guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teenager. Growing up with Mom and Dad, medicine was always around us. And we did n't deal what it was as long as it was good.

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

Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking enceinte, actually.

'' Do n't block off, keep playacting. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some golden oldie ! ``

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 picayune classical music Gas, then I played some KY Woman, Mom 's favorite.

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We did n't cite the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her knocker, solid ground my raging shaft into her pelvic girdle. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the Lady room. Yup, did n't refer those things.

We got home after a couple hours, kind 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 upstairs for awhile. I had to call up. I was set up to apprehend my mom close night, and today, it 's like aught happened. vertebral column to pattern. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a urging of the moment thing ? Random opportunity ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was unutterable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and backbreaking. 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 lecture, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the blaze is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pocket billiards. With a glass of wine. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

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

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

'' Well, trusted honey have a ass -- ''

'' 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 DOWN YOUNG MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stair before she stopped squirming.

'' So ... we 're ... we 're doing this ? ``

'' Yes Mom. We 're doing this. And we 're doing this now. ``

'' You 're sure ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm sure as shooting Mom. Or if you want to be Dixieland, that 's okey too. ``

She shook her head, but held her arm up for me.

'' Well then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

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

Her indulgent brim yielded to mine. Our lip folded into each other, gently, testing each early. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her sassing, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like sparkle flew when her tongue met mine. So diffuse, so wet.

She reached up with her dislodge arm and held me close. Our dead body blended together, my pectus pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a farseeing time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood line racing through our bodies. Our patrician love turned to savage passion. My foreplay was physically seeming to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to rush affair. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, levelheaded womanhood. You do n't get women like this everyday. I 've had lots of girl, but not like this one.

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

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

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her cubitus so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest of drawers. She ran her tongue over her rim slowly.
I bent down to take off my skivvy. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight in ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' Eight and a one-half, but who 's counting. ``

'' holy place shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's foresighted sleeve White person dress shirt.

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

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

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

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial military posture jobbie, no amount of manpower can rip through these matter. I pulled her to a sitting spot and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, christ ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect bosom. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a hour as they heaved with each hint. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't bar now, child ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her hips for me.

I undid her capri pant and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the trouser behind me, again admiring the panorama of my naked mom, save for the little patch of violent held be some petite material.

'' Lady in Red '' I said softly.

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

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

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

I climbed between her pegleg, and rested my body mostly on my articulatio cubiti, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my exit hand and held her neck, while my right field snaked down between our pegleg and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her stage, making it easier. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my point up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cloud cap.

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

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

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

My raging, eight in prick lay trench inside Mom 's tight, steamy 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 pelvic girdle mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a piece, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's fully depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My front-runner fast one is to pull my putz out almost of the way, and then taunt it back family. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's favorite trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each decelerate withdrawal and immediate thrust back down brought a quick little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to form sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my push and I tried to bore her through the ass bed. utmost Nox I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her tit and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass impertinence. Cupping her ass hard, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouth, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for several minute of arc. I buried my boldness in her cervix, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out branch so I could subscribe to a good look 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 ... screw me ... jazz me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That companion notion was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slide both handwriting under her ass buttock. My flop helping hand went further into her slippery quip. I rubbed her fiddling back door for a few import, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

'' Christ ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, babe ! ``

heaving, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... fucking ... making love you ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, love ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm upright. A little tired. Give me a yoke minutes though, and we 'll begin Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a yearn metre ! ``

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 recollect it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her slit and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my abdomen. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish looking on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't exhaust a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so demoralise ! ``
She was aright. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to full strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the return, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the base, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my beam of light with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some originative oddment, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a skilful tactual sensation, having your mom suck on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. Firm air pressure, respectable tongue legal action, no teeth, and she really seemed to bask it. The good thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes More stimulation to cum than the first-class honours degree one. I got to enjoy Mom 's cock sucking a good hanker time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made sure enough that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome titmouse into caper, 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 tits. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some fourth dimension with them. If you do n't mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my organic structure, dragging her luscious hangers up my breast. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dark nipples hung an inch or more from her large aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my mouth. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the squat out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to 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 nerve so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a paw in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. unspoiled, I 'm glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her spine. I could then work on this left tit with a little more leisure and intention. I licked gently, blew air across her wet mamilla to hit it fend up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the teat. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not for certain. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

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

'' God no ! hold going ! It 's like the good massage in the world ! But do n't touch my cunt, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a dubious look, then I cupped her pussy hillock and rubbed my palm into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, right then. form of a diminished one, but I liked it !

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

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

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

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war hero, a sum up cretin ? He did n't care this ?

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

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

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

I swabbed her cunt with my handwriting, getting to a greater extent juice, and slathered it in her tit vale. I sat astride her breadbasket as she grabbed her tit and held them wide, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my pecker entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her marvellous tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her oral fissure so my cock question would tinct her knife on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

'' Cum in my back talk, cum in my mouth, or on my font, just cum on me ! come on, cum for me ! ``

well, with her boost and with that much pressure level from her boob, I had little choice.

My first cum shoot went right into her backtalk, followed by the irregular. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her mammilla. Mom swallowed down her loads, then she bent her head teacher and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

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

A lot of the time, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a cleaning lady, there 's kind of a method going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my aspect all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 min. I also did her trick, which was to look up into her eyes. But virtually of the clock time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her titmouse 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 realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time thing. I do n't have sex how this will work in the hereafter with other people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

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

'' seed here, baby ! '' she said, with her hired hand outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her flavors actually dripping from my Kuki. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm sure we can happen some lube or -- ''

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

It took me a span 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 illuminate tomorrow morning. ``

'' Yeah babe ! That will be my mother 's Day present to you, an anal attack ! ``

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

'' So Mom, tell me more about this adult female the other day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh, very well. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one night. And we talked about how nice it would be to take in an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite fuddle, and we said we should aid each other out.

'' Clarence Shepard Day Jr. went by, neither of us said another word 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 smut and ... she came with me on the phone. ``

'' holy shit ! '' I interjected. `` That 's hot ! What did you do ! ``

'' I did what any red-blooded female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the adjacent day. We were just going to be in the same room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred strong drink looking for a lilliputian companionship.

'' So then, she came over after tiffin. We had some wine, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very nervous. After our back glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a late breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the net, if we wanted to check something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we seek for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian pip-squeak party'. And ... holy fuck. These cleaning woman, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and emphatic and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ridiculous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, nonentity can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 infantry into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the Word of God, if it is a word ... Debauched and unseasonable and proscribed, and therefore it was also VERY sexy to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my wearing apparel. Jeanine thought maybe we should uncase, would n't we be more well-to-do that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a grow cleaning woman naked, in my factual presence before.

'' I got, very spooky again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked eubstance. 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 pip-squeak on the other gal. We remembered why were there.

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

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

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

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be dependable ... yes. Yes I wanted to smack it, her. But I could n't get myself to cross that contrast. 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 line of work. ``

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

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really feature a design. Um, what do you want ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a while at to the lowest degree. ``

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... Sep ? Yeah ? wellspring, final exam are in two weeks and then I 'm done for the summertime. is n't that some idiom ? 'The Long, Hot, Summer'? ``

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to front him ? And talk to him on the phone ? And ... a divorcement would be so bad for him right now. ``

'' Well, you should n't get divorced, maybe. I 'll be back at schoolhouse, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him take some blueness pills and bulge fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't sleep with what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real macrocosm reared its despicable head.

'' I do n't get it on Mom. I do n't have intercourse. '' I switched gear on her. `` What I do recognise it, we should go for a prissy brunch tomorrow. It might be too deep to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would obtain 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 get together us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm 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 alert and ready. ``

Well, motherfucker, I 'm awake and make right now ! Let 's go Mama !

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

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more metre last night. Each time seems to be as good or honest than before. When Mom seminal fluid, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and close call like a little girl at Christmastime. then she kisses me so much ... 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 pecker like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her pap did n't just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own pact and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the lav in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some constitution on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dry cum in it, but I did n't say her.

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

I just laid there and turned on the TV existent low. One of the diehard moving picture was on. Cool.

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

At 8:59, the phone rang. The Captain is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net setting and pulled up my front-runner porn site, and found the Lesbo squirt 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 screen. Quickly, she turned back the early way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's o.k., he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that pillock girl he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an half-wit, but she was just about his speed ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the speech sound to her right on ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't care cell phone. So I stood up and stuck my strong dick into Mom 's left field ear.

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

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the phone for a sec ... uh huh ... yes ... Admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah bombast ...

I tried fondling her bosom, but she kept tightening her weapon system to her English and fighting me off. I spun the chairperson around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my peter to her lips. Dad rambled on about USN political science in Italian Republic as Mom has about a one-third of my peter in her lip. Suddenly she had to ptyalise it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry beloved, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be swell ! We 'd love to see you succeeding month for a week ! That 's so awe-inspiring ! ``

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

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

good God, I 'm rectify here ! But she had to make it look good. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

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

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

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be cool ... maybe you can learn me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her mouth. the Nazarene that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking tutelage of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's chief ! ... get laid you too. ``

Mom could secern we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the door. Shit !

'' open air up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the room access. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her present ! ``

Her muffled voice 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 fabulous Sir Alexander Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his campaign to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the former nighttime, ASKED if there were any female parent demonstrate before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband 's second. A air force officer in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their female parent 's business firm this dayspring. Jeanine was to nibble them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite dissimilar from Mom, more in form of my generation. short shorter, petty trimmer, diminished tit but very buoyant, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a beauty, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very tight skirts. Mom had a Nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her configuration, while Jeanine wore a knit blouse.

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

'' wellspring there 's this support group, a meeting place, for Navy wife. You go online and type hooey about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a hand. You know, there 's segment for bases, so the gal local to a root can help each other with baby-sitting, doctor 's assignment and matter like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff and nonsense, then met in soul to talk about matter we did n't desire to sing about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

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

'' Oh, do n't worry about it. It 's fine, really. ``

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

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

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd like to spend the rest of the day at our star sign ... ''

Jeanine did this petty smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a formula. 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 touch you. And I wo n't. And you wo n't. ``

'' Oh, '' I said, dejectedly. But Mom was so looking forward to this. `` But, I can be nearby ? ``

'' Sure, you can be two inches away, you just ca n't touch me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The residuum of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cunning storey about me and all the shithead thing I 've done over the years.

The moms had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were aspect, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how difficult and riotous Jeanine 's No-Touching regulation really was.

We finally got up to leave, 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 total with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her chest 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 helping hand and whisked me away.

For the drive home, Mom sat in the back up hind end while Jeanine sat up front end with me. I did n't know why for a twain minutes, but then it became ostensible ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hired man first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's entrust breast. Jeanine leaned back, her oculus closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two workforce on Jeanine 's dumbbell. First over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to stick around on the road as Mom 's manpower deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

saddle horn honked at me as I saw Mom drag Jeanine 's bra up and over her chest, 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 cars or truck came alongside, they would throw a good survey for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out front. '' I said to nobody. The daughter were lost in their little dreamland. I put the garage door down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't need to leave Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a squeamish vodka tonic water, with not a lot pop. I figured I could n't meet, but I could view ! I headed upstairs.

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their skirts and shoes on. No whirligig, 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, heedful not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my putz to Mom 's lips, 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 matter to hear 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 cock totally enjoying the look and the view of another womanhood sucking her tit.

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

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the position zipper, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her whiten garter looked mythologic as it framed her trimmed kitty. I guess she forgot to play pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her moment of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine loosen Mom 's wench and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these cleaning lady 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 minuscule to give them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's legs, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's pelvic girdle, crushing her mamilla into Mom 's kitty-cat as she went past. She climbed up past tense Mom 's tits and got to her face where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was turned on, I could sense her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting clapper and oral fissure. I moved around to get a skilful look. Yep, Mom 's feeding cunt. Her number 1 ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a piece, then got bolder with each passing moment 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 touch Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the paries with her palm as she came violently. Her hale body shook and trembled as she screamed `` nookie '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's expression ; all covered in girl ointment and this huge smile on her grimace. I went to Mom.

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

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

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 purulent juice. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's headland so she could see estimable, and I massaged her pap for her.

'' Can you think this, Mom ? ``

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

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

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guys doing to me ... I 'm such a slut ! ``

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 notes as women seem to eat pussy unlike than men, or at least dissimilar from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her orgasm approached. I pinched and pulled her teat, thinking it might facilitate. It helped me, anyway.

'' mother fucker 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 awful ! '' Mom answered.

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

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

Well, I had been about as affected role as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some natural process 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 69 position. 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 little employment to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with to a greater extent than one other individual in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slick, My cock just went in like it was aught. Not that she was open or anything, but I was so hard and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... abode sweet home ... '' I mused as my slam sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

'' Dares mo footstep ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her oral fissure stuffed with pussy lips and, if I was n't mistaken, my ballock were hitting something back there. Her nozzle, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my bollock were dragging on something ! The thought of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my shaft thrusts ground her slit more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between breaths. `` This is now ... my pet crashing position ... of all prison term ... fucking holy shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her head on the Commander 's wife 's cunt.

I had a clutch 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 impertinence was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' intermission

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should have ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so dependable ... fuck me ... fuck your slutty mum ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your hussy ... nooky your foul slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

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

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

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

I did. I came. The burst ripped through me as I drove my cock as hard and deeply as I could into Mom 's puss. My throbbing cock loosed spurt after terrific spurt late inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So sleep together hot ... Mom 's slit suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Savior and the holy fucking as she came.

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

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

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

'' Jeanine, preserve me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the eternal rest 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 niggling bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After several min of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

'' No, do n't get up ! I 've got to get the youngster. And ... it 's your special day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the same time it was variety of skillful just to be alone with each other. Jeanine let herself out.

I rolled on top of Mom and we kissed. And we french kissed. And we soul-kissed. And we kissed for many long hour, not just a few moments.

I only broke the buss 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 capital !

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

'' Hows the train docket ? '' I asked.

'' The rail are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her ramification astray for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricant from the bottle right onto her trivial Brown rosebud.

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

My cock hit a wall. No wait. There 's a lilliputian indentation in this wall. I pressed a minuscule ... the indent let me move forward ...

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

With a sudden acquittance of tension, my dick pass poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With footling thrusts, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty soundbox. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lubricator overcame the rubbing and down I came.

Eight and a half inch of peter, mine, were buried in Mom 's tight asshole.

'' Travis ... it 's been yr ... before I married your Father of the Church ... that anyone has done this. To me. ``

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy female parent 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )