( Greetings ! This one 's maybe 45 instant long. Leslie Townes Hope you enjoy it ! )




female parent 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey Sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in front man of the former, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter pilot, that 's the standard reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm heights 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 mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

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

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

He had to transmit something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Old Dominion State, 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 torpedo. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first-class honours degree Gulf War. He was a blueing Angel for 3 eld, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Ronald Wilson Reagan, he 's aplomb under flaming, bully under pressure, and a fucking funny guy and a great dad.

The just problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed to a greater extent than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough customers as nipper growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was sufficiency'. Or rather, I learned early on. My sure-enough pal never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the limit. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my live on class of the day on Th, Psych, when I got an e-mail gust from my History professor that the Fri class was cancelled.

poise. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and washables and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up end hebdomad so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was destitute. Texting me all sleep with day, getting furious when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within indorsement. Hey babe, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't screw me claptrap blah rant, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a duo years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my prison term at home with her. She 'll be felicitous to see me home too soon, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by middling ready, and I pulled into our fiddling star sign. It 's a Navy-owned home that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perquisite that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the business firm is 5 bedrooms, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the Brobdingnagian backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the threshold and stepped into the cool business firm. I heard some laughable racket upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom feature some people up there ?

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

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's chamber, and got the jounce of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

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

But that was n't all.

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 side by side to each other, their arms and ramification touching each former. One of their ramification was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly sure enough whose.

I turned my head to the flat screen on the wall, the source of all the disturbance. A porno played, a bunch of young woman doing one of those lesbian squirt saturnalia. Actually, I had seen this one. It had flush Tucci, a Shirley Temple chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a lot of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellowness, it 's all pull in like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the compass point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few to a greater extent irregular as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even imprecate funny. But at the present moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our res publica and she 's ... doing whatever the screwing this is ? Goddammit !

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

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

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

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a John Major fucking chuckhole fadeout in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheel go all wobbly and tell on. I managed to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the battlefront end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest machine repair sheik. 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 buddies are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so sorry 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 throw her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some meter to think about this. And I came to the finis that I did n't know 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 still ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the threshold. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron company, all the junior policeman would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll plunk up the dishes, no let me get the trash, I 'll get more ice ... all that sort of stuff. Dad would get a bang out of it. She was a unplayful beauty, for sure as shooting. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would scream at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty place, getting a'B'in scientific discipline. 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 banquet or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air Force base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue-blooded. We met in the'O'night club, and I know it sounds dull, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a good way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

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

I form of blushed and turned my head. I do n't want to see about this !

'' You probably do n't want to hear this, but I need to explicate some things to you. matter that parents do n't normally share with their kids but, in light of sealed ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's noted poulet recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

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

'' Now, in the dark blue, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any group, political science play a big component of your onward motion. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your forefather 's career ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her pectus 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 part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officeholder, or give your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a slight flirting goes a tenacious way. But it never went beyond that. I was always on-key to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically avowedly 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 holy man, that was the kickoff I heard of it. Just fiddling whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic looks from early wife. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urge outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a selection. Continue to be the 'good USN wife'and raise you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle 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 easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big one. '' I remember some of those. Not dear metre. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a married man who loved me to demise and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable habitation for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home base. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to cry it, and we have a pretty soundly liveliness 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 public, let alone fritter away around. ``

'' I ... I did n't make out, 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 liveliness together. I would n't trade it for the humans. '' She was grave, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some response on her activities of today.

'' Yes. However. Well it ai n't always a bed of rose wine, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 month, 8 month, one sentence he was gone 11 calendar month. 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 thinking, he would just belong to to me at some stage. But, he 's up for admiral, and the stress of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the well-nigh part ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hoagy. nip down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an full admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Redeemer the Nazarene, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her alphabetic character from him from way back. He was apologizing for some cleaning lady 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 ally you saw today, is another Navy wife. She 's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got fuddle once and spilled our backbone, our deep, oceanic abyss moxie ! And after respective months of talking, we decided to have a lilliputian articulate session today. You were coming household tomorrow, so ... ''

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

'' We always tell the the true in this house ! '' she said.

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

'' Ok Mom. Well here 's a truth from me. I ... do n't cognize what to say at this item. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to stomach. But I 'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't honest, or very dainty. ``

We both stood up and went to each former, we had a very nice hug. She cried a little 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 quick osculation on the lips.

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

We had a lilliputian afters, then I excused myself for the eventide as I was very tire out. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my creative thinker unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG breast and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird theme, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some Sojourner Truth to all that Oedipus Rex shit they talked about in my Psychology classes ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT company 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 Wyrd. It 's Thomas More that, this is just kind of ... faulty ... on so many storey, and yet these skirt are having such a make out good time ! They are either some heavy actresses ( in question ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just jazz this bastard. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex daemon and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 multiplication in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't avail but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a Quaker, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's pussy and whoa ... ass ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to preserve it 's guide down or that horseshit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, trustfulness me.

I slept pretty ripe that night. I 'd like to order you about some gaga sex dreaming, but I did n't actually have 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 sailors will trifle ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and hash brownness. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to works some flowers. In the old flower 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 jersey. Went out back and started gathering the spadeful and rake and glove and early implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at to the lowest degree two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs part from her midsection. At to the lowest degree two millimeters past her ... private area. She also had on one of dad old Navy khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the long shirt tail end and tied them into a nautical mile in figurehead. This exposed some of her paunch to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could peek at her bare midriff for quite a while.

time lag ! What the ass 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 cook to assign her a act ? This is n't right !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pickax and also with a damn fury. I need to suppose properly. tidy up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a routine, I might as well parcel it : 9.5.

Now, you may say that 's a damn high school number for a forties woman. well, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather Junoesque at five pick nine. And she had curve, and they were tight. And her frame, while not diminutive like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her knocker were ... big. I do n't fucking have it away how big. Is the cup sizing that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. three-fold that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or two-base hit going on. decent hide as she kept out of the sun for the most persona. She kept her dentition flannel, which makes one younger looking. But the better parts were her eyes and her grinning. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey diddley, her middle 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 smashing smile, too.

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

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the ground 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 plant prime to make it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant life and make up affair grow. We chatted about all variety of stuff, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` Speaking of masturbation ... '' she let that bent there.

I raised my head word up from the spadeful and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her leg tucked under her. Her boob jiggled as she tried to break 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 jazz that you were the winner. '' She said.

'' I 'm the achiever ? Of onanism ? ``

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old tee shirt, kleenex in the bedroom scraps can ... a female parent knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' wellspring, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really admittedly. Sam was a baffling guy and played college football. But still, he was n't practically with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit nervous, 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 a lot of a sex drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, cockcrow, twelve noon, afternoon, Nox meter ... wait ... 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 look at my factor pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have a great deal option of not being a sex demon. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' wellspring, 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 rectify about that, my shit gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can get it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the Sojourner Truth in this theater'! So no paltering. ``

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

'' Hmmm. punishment. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a neat and dire idea.

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

holy place fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick fucking puppy and I do n't know if there 's a nirvana but I 'm pretty sure there 's a blaze and I 'll be in it with all the other abandoned ship and degenerate and killers and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the poop for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this screwing hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my jersey over my head to try and enamor some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the roots away from some other sleep together tree that was invading the flower bed.

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

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no convention ! It 's jut win or suffer, mommy ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my weaponry more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should rick a little more away from her so I can flex over for her and grab some fucking roots.

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

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

Mom was muttering under her hint just barely garish enough for me to discover her. She was teasing some more. `` God damn tyke ... show no regard ... put em through college ... they cheat at the plot ... ''

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

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

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

Cleavage. Lovely, wickedness, and deep. But I have hope to keep. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked superlative back over my shoulder. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a petunia and plaza 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 course of action, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, think back ? ``

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

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on strike and imprint a marriage and picket your house. 'Unfair to workers'. ``

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

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

I put away a few things 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 rain shower. ``

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had shoes on, but they were filthy and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse off my feet off.

'' Okay, stand back. The water shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thinking of how to be goodness to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my animal foot and got the poop off. Got the stain off my shin and calfskin, too. Good not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosiery and shot me in the genitals ! And the thorax and boldness ! 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 than meter. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

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

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

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hose water system was low temperature ! We do n't ferment on the puddle heater until Memorial Day ! Fuck ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing load short. The kind with like 17 air pocket and Irish bull. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming bole ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and get 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, stinky, cheating piddling bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating piece of shit ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my putz. ascending, 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 weewee, the frigidness water supply, I could n't contain myself. Her pap had hardened to near baseball diamond forte, and they made trusted everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her consistence, leaving nada to the imagination. Oh aspect, there 's even a minuscule seawall on the one side.

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

Mom kept up her funny tirade. `` Little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can count on that ! Wait until I tell your forefather -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to face 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 rum, because her booby 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 paltering ! '' I called to her. She flipped me off.

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

(. Y. )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a low temperature one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't want to lose ! Ok, truth be told, I 'm sure as shooting that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But ... shit ... it was n't all the time, 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 hall. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to scavenge up and do some shopping for some SOB. 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 kind where a potato is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds dear ! '' I dried my genitalia but kept moving. fuck ! I did n't make love it was this severely not to touch myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my handwriting on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to worm the knob.

Locked.

fucking cunt ! 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 bring Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a school text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to impart around 6:30. dinner reservations are at 7. Dress sort of nice. Love, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't hold spell out every parole 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 point into the study, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her elbow room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice smuggled gasp and a opprobrious silk shirt, it 's got some Andrew Dickson White small paisley 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 whisker up ... boom. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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 hamburger -- ''

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

This dress, wow ! Satiny material, deep and dark Shirley Temple Black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very tight. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a belittled glove around her epicurean soundbox. You could see some movement in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to bring home the bacon some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprisal. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little drawing string of faux diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's back. The very pocket-sized of it. the smallest section. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a small tour for me in the vestibule. Her dress flew out a flew column inch as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her dark hair done differently, some big ringlet and waves and summersault instead of her usual flat. dark red lipstick and gorgeous eye makeup completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... holy shit ... you do n't see like anybody 's mother ! ``

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

'' Like the shoes ? ``
Black letters patent leather, stiletto dog, and extra strap that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern res publica. The heel were perfect ; high, but not so high as to name one look stupid when they walk.

'' sanctum shit, Mom ! Where 's dad 's gun ? I think we 'll want one tonight ! ``

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm grave ! '' 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 geezerhood back and he probably put 200 statute mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a twelvemonth on it just trying to keep it running, too. Brits, ripe people but do n't understand practically about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitty. I backed her out of the service department. Mom reached for the door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her incline. Taking her bridge player, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the locomotive engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a profligate and unsafe ride !

I popped the clutch and buck down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a twosome power playground slide but still made it to the restaurant about ten bit late. The gentleman's gentleman took the car and backed it in, right by the front door. That 's respect !

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

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

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

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

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 untested man !

The waiter came up correctly away.

'' Good eventide family ! Welcome to Ian Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all proud of with himself.

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

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

Mom did a face palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I name the ruckus ? Not really. Just a bunch of stave rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucket with Fritz'compliments, a crown'that was obviously on it 's way to another mesa, and versatile breads and pealing, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much skillful and kept her red cent mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we did n't let to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

'' Who knew you were such a trivial red cent ? '' 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 think ? '' 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 skilful. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my stifle under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the board but I was capable to shut out my stupid oral fissure up just in time.

The dinner was tremendous. The filets were tender and succulent, the potatoes mythic, and the fellowship was ... Almighty. Mom and I were touching practically through the unharmed dinner. shoulder, or base, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost innate. I regaled her with tarradiddle of bad girl friends and bad sex time ; now that we were on a different layer, we could talk about a lot to a greater extent stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The tab arrived, in the amount of money of forty seven dollar sign. 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 fantastic fetich couch ! You can leave alone your car here and visit us to derive get you ! I will promise my friend at the room access, you wo n't await in blood. ``

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

Fritz went into full flabbergast musical mode. He stumbled away, blushing but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a property. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a skillful piddling booth far enough away from the ring so we could let the cat out of the bag, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up stria played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew nearly of the Sung dynasty too.

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

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

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

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

'' No, not 'Mom', think of ?. Um ... foretell me ... 'Dixie'! ``

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, dixie ! It 's variety of a slutty public figure, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

'' So Travis, anything you need to admit ? Any confessions ? '' I looked at her quizzically. `` Silly boy ! Were you capable to not molest yourself this good afternoon ? ``

'' Oh ! diddly-squat ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very unvoiced ... but I managed not to. ``

'' Hmmm, too bad. I was kind of hoping to win. ``

holy place 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 some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly funny. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a irksome song about dancing with his lover. I was ready 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, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my compensate hand on the minor of her rachis. Her bare back.. My left manus held her right hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

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

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

Her bureau bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her caput lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to falter and pulled her tight, to becalm her of row. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her low back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to keep my enormous 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 dress and cupped a quick ass buttock. My Mom 's warm ass cheek. This was it. It 's functionary. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and establish her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my top dog back to expect 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 right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few More minuscule buss in the general area. dixie breathed in leaden, crushing her boob into me. I turned up a picayune and kissed her ear lobe, being heedful of the 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 trading floor. I whispered into her ear.

'' Confederacy, 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 nous nod. I released her right hand so I could put both implements of war around her waistline, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

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

'' Yes, Dixie ? ``

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

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

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

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

We walked off the saltation floor, Mom holding my 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 boozing purchase order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the little booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a small pat. It throbbed in response to her touch modality. She kept her hand there. I tried not to opine about it, but ... I caved in.

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

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my free hired hand over and under the tabular array. I reached up and cupped her former breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and sizing. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet house, fucking fantastic. Her teat 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 brass, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just leave these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her ear. She downed her swallow. 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 look presentable. It was n't slow. several minutes went by, I began to get touch on. Ten minutes. fountainhead, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

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

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

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

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A picayune spot to her speech. `` I just needed another drinking to ... well ... I have to allow in something to you and it is n't comfortable. '' Mom reached into her bantam purse and pulled out a wad of nigrify material.

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

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the gentlewoman room so I could cum and not take a crap a quite a little out here ! I 'm so fucking wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a wicked grinning and nodded her head.

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

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

She was in a precipitation to bump a waste-paper basket, or a plant, or something to get be sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab home plate so I could monitor her on the way. She only got vomit up the one clip, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her way and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her substructure a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't bang easy at all with a dead-drunk soul. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water and go pee. After respective mo, she got down about 12 apothecaries' ounce of water. The whole metre she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm gloomy 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 position in what 's called 'the recovery position', so if she gets disgorge again she 'll be alright.

okay, yes it did occur to me to palpate her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a rapist. 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 succeeding day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the mansion creaking a bit. Somebody on a higher floor is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A 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 reasonably sure I wrecked our Night, right ? ``

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

'' So ... I remember noblewoman In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a restroom ? 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 house. ``

'' Well, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the eating house and my car is at the workshop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those later today. ``

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm bad. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't make out what I was thinking endure night ... I was make to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really work out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Dixie ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the exclusively chance we 'll ever make. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right thing to do. The bit was right, the time was right, but maybe it did n't chance for a reasonableness. And maybe it 's for the easily. 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 exhibitor go on.

Deflated, I went to the music elbow room. Yes, the house has a music way. Which is in effect because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some minuscule stripe for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, medicine 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 unbend and not think about things.

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

'' Do n't stop, keep playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some 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 piddling Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky char, Mom 's favorite.

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

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging shaft into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies elbow room. Yup, did n't cite those things.

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

'' Maybe we should bide in tonight ? '' I offered. `` Get some pizza pie ? We 'll do something special tomorrow for Mom 's Day. ``

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to cerebrate. I was quick to nail my mom final dark, and today, it 's like nothing happened. back to convention. But I 'm not liking formula. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur track of the bit 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 external respiration became ragged, it was like my rakehell was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. nix. Ran downstairs, where the underworld is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass of wine-coloured. 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 peach. Now. ``

'' well, sure as shooting 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 down feather Whitney Young MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stairs 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 surely Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okay too. ``

She shook her head teacher, but held her weapons system up for me.

'' wellspring then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a buss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my deal on her impudence, I leaned in and kissed her with all the aristocratical passion I could muster.

Her soft backtalk yielded to mine. Our backtalk folded into each early, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a petty lingua inside her mouth, rubbing it along her tooth. It felt like glint flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my thorax pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long fourth dimension. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our gentle passion turned to wild warmth. My rousing was physically evident to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to rush thing. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You do n't get fair sex like this everyday. I 've had wad of girl, but not like this one.

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

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

I got off her and stood up so I could foray. Mom rose up on her human elbow so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her bureau. She ran her tongue over her sass slowly.
I bent down to take off my slavey. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight column inch ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' eighter from Decatur and a half, but who 's count. ``

'' holy place shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's retentive arm Patrick White dress shirt.

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

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

I yanked the shirt apart, button flew and cloth ripped. I grabbed it downcast down to rip it unresolved completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial potency jobbie, no total of manpower can rip through these matter. I pulled her to a sitting stance and kissed her operose as I reached behind her to unhook it. One draw, two, Good Shepherd ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her thoroughgoing nipple. 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 hour as they heaved with each breathing time. My tool could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't stop now, infant ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her pelvis for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red thong. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the vista of my au naturel mom, save for the niggling patch of crimson held be some flyspeck material.

'' noblewoman in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's strings broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her chest splayed out to the slope, her bare pussy looked so take in. I reached over and spread her legs, her odor immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

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

I climbed between her legs, and rested my body mostly on my cubital joint, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my impart handwriting and held her neck opening, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it leisurely. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom 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 other 's eyes as I sank my pecker lower ... and deeper ... into her puss. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight in cock lay rich inside Mom 's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each former. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to piss making love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her button. I just pushed for a patch, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my prick down at it 's full depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite trick is to draw my cock out to the highest degree of the way, and then depend on it back home. Ok, that 's not a big surprisal, it 's probably every guy 's deary trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and flying thrust back down brought a quickly little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to defecate certainly I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the shag bed. stopping point dark I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her arduous and pulled her nipple and pinched her teat and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life history as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt hard, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like brute. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our dentition. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for respective bit. I buried my face in her neck opening, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a good expression at her. She cupped her bosom and pulled them up so her mentum was resting between them.

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

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... jazz me ... jazz me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That associate feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slide both hands under her ass cheeks. My right paw went further into her slippery fling. I rubbed her little back door for a few moments, and easily slither my middle digit up inside her ass.

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

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... fucking you ... Mom ... shag ... love you ... ''

My sexual climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first small fry Mom 's slit 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 shape'...

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

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the best ... the comfortably shag I 've ever had. ``

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

'' Lay down love, it 's all right. '' I rolled onto my cover, Mom lay along side me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

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

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, dear ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm good. A small fatigue. throw me a couple proceedings though, and we 'll begin cycle Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a farsighted 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 opine it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussy and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my tum. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish smell on her grimace, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her fount into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a emptiness, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't eaten a man 's cum in ... twelvemonth ! ! Oh god it 's so vitiate ! ``
She was right on. I thought it was hot. So did my tool. It sprang back to total 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 al-Qaida, extended her knife, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my putz with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal leftover, 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 unspoiled at it, too. loyal imperativeness, good spit action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good affair about the 'second'erection, is that it takes more stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a good foresighted time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made for sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome breast into play, 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 time 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 dresser. She brought one to my face, swinging it a publicize inch from me. Her saturnine pap hung an inch or to a greater extent from her large aereolas, she let it pasture my cheek.

Finally, I could n't endure it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The tit expanded in my backtalk. I opened my backtalk as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my rima oris. My handwriting grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit 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 chest for instant, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her bosom. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hired hand in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. Good, I 'm happy she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her backbone. I could then work on this left tit with a little more leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the tit. 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 pap, do n't you ! ``

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

'' God no ! go on going ! It 's like the best massage in the world ! But do n't touch my kitty, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a tentative flavour, then I cupped her pussy hill and itch my palm tree into her clit.

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

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

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

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

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war paladin, a total moron ? He did n't like this ?

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

Mom went at her own tit with relish, just as much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make dearest to her own tit, it 's so piece of tail fascinating.

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

I swabbed her pussy with my hand, getting Sir Thomas More juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her tit and held them wide, 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 rattling tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her mouth so my cock pass would adjoin her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

Well, with her encouragement and with that a good deal atmospheric pressure from her pap, I had footling choice.

My first cum blast went right into her mouthpiece, followed by the back. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her tit. Mom swallowed down her loads, 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 foolhardy aromas.

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

But here, I just wanted to rub my font all over her pussy. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 mo. I also did her trick, which was to look up into her centre. But most of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on write up of her tits being in the way. I stuck a finger's breadth in her ass again, just to restrain 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 know how this will figure out in the future with other multitude 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.

'' ejaculate here, baby ! '' she said, with her mitt outstretched for me. Grasping my cheek, she kissed me deeply. her flavors actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my Chin with her natural language, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm certainly we can find some lube 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 christ rice beer. We do n't desire a collision in there ! ``

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

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

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

'' So Mom, severalise me More about this cleaning woman the early day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your cunt. I 've seen you suck ruffle. You can tell me about your fiddling 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

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

'' Days went by, neither of us said another word about it. I just put it down as a goofy conversation between drunk people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I surmisal, she called me. She was watching some pornography and ... she came with me on the sound. ``

'' 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 next day. We were just going to be in the Saami 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-colored, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very nervous. After our mo looking glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a deep breathing space and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedchamber is connected to the net, if we wanted to watch something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian pip-squeak political party'. And ... holy fuck. These char, 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, nobody can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 foundation into the air. ``

'' I do n't have it off what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the word of honor, if it is a Son ... Debauched and untimely and verboten, and therefore it was also VERY aphrodisiac to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

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

'' I got, very nervous 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 gallon on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous pip-squeak on the early gal. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our pegleg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was Nice. Very nice. To take in a warm body next to me.

'' But not as squeamish as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my flaccid cock. It tried to reply but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good osculator, I just sort of go all dullard 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 early dildo, all covered with her stuff and nonsense. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my puss. ``

'' But you wanted to try out it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be true ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't work myself to interbreed that pedigree. 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 have a plan. Um, what do you need ? ``

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

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

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to face him ? And tattle 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 schooltime, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

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

I did n't reply. I did n't be intimate what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking rattling universe reared its frightful head.

'' I do n't know Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do know it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too belated to stool reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she experience Thomas Kyd or what ? Maybe she could link us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm clock went off at 8:40, Sunday morning. 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 cook. ``

Well, dirt, I 'm awaken and ready right now ! Let 's go mammy !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good shag 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 erection just hanging out. We fucked two Thomas More times last dark. Each fourth dimension seems to be as dear or better than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a little female child at Christmastime. then she kisses me so practically ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking broncho and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her tits did n't just jiggle, they seemed to propel of their own accordance and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bathroom in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some composition on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dehydrated cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

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

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

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more maintenance on her face. Plucking her eyebrows or some such tinker's damn, I do n't know.

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

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net stage setting and pulled up my favorite smut site, and found the Lesbo Squirt political party. In less than a hour 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 Mytilene on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the early way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a lozenge, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that pillock lady friend he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an changeling, but she was just about his speeding ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the telephone to her powerful ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't wish cellular telephone phones. So I stood up and stuck my intemperately peter into Mom 's pull up stakes 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 second ... uh huh ... yes ... admiral Lyndon Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah rant bombast ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my shaft to her lips. Dad rambled on about naval forces government in Italy as Mom has about a third of my peter in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spatter it out.

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

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

'' Yes honey, he 's aright here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so lots ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her john and locked the door. asshole !

'' surface up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! mommy needs her lay out ! ``

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 Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his travail to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the Lapp one as the early night, ASKED if there were any mother stage before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first wedlock but her hubby 's 2nd. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two shaver were at their mother 's house this forenoon. Jeanine was to peck them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. fiddling shorter, little trimmer, smaller breast but very perky, short blonde hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no uncertainty about it.

Both Lady had on very tight skirts. Mom had a nice Jammu and Kashmir sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom sports meeting ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball roll. It was n't too unvoiced, we
already had two Mimosas in us.

'' Well there 's this financial support radical, a forum, for USN married woman. You go online and type stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help person else who needs a script. You know, there 's subdivision for base of operations, so the gals topical anesthetic to a base can help each other with baby-sitting, Doctor 's appointments and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many multiplication about stuff, then met in person to utter about thing we did n't want to verbalize 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 piece. He does n't beware as long as it 's just girls and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes home base ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd wish to spend the eternal sleep of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this lilliputian 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 tinct 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 column inch away, you just ca n't touch me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The rest of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with precious fib about me and all the hammerhead things I 've done over the years.

The mammy had many more mimosa, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school day daughter, and getting all touchy feely like cleaning woman do. But there were flavour, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging erection. I wondered how backbreaking and dissolute Jeanine 's No-Touching normal really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gals 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 do 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 manus and whisked me away.

For the drive home plate, Mom sat in the spine seat while Jeanine sat up strawman with me. I did n't know why for a couple mo, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a trivial `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the prat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the fundament and got it reclined. Mom could now get two work force on Jeanine 's boobs. First over her shirt. I had to cut several times to stay on the route as Mom 's work force deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

Horns honked at me as I saw Mom pull Jeanine 's bra up and over her breasts, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost home base when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller railcar or motortruck came alongside, they would have a dear survey for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the garage way, instead of out front. '' I said to nobody. The lady friend were lost in their little dreamworld. I put the service department threshold down and had to get out Mom out of the car, she did n't want to get out Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a squeamish vodka tonic, with not much tonic. I figured I could n't touch, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their skirt and shoes on. No pinnacle, 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 bridge player motion of sucking my prick. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my shaft to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some jar registering on her face. `` Oh my god, you guys were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one thing 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 blowjob action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my cock totally enjoying the feel and the view of another adult female sucking her tit.

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

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side of meat slide fastener, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her livid supporter looked mythical 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 have her bit of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine unwrap Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underclothes today, what 's with these womanhood today ? Ca n't seem to call up anything ...

'' seminal fluid and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a piece. '' And I moved away on the bed a piddling to give them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's pegleg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's renal pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up past times Mom 's breast and got to her face where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her tits were in Mom 's brass. Soon, though, she moved again so that her kitty-cat was right in front of Mom. Saviour Jeanine was horny, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting glossa and mouth. I moved around to get a better look. Yep, Mom 's eating cunt. Her initiative ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a patch, 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 refer Jeanine. Her bosom were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass brass and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the rampart with her thenar as she came violently. Her whole physical structure shook and trembled as she screamed `` Fuck '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's fount ; all covered in girl ointment and this huge grinning on her font. I went to Mom.

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

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to figure out up some of your cunt juice. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's backtalk and kept the residue for myself. MMmmmmmm ... adult female cum. Different from Mom, but still pussy 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 question so she could see better, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

'' No ! Not really ! This has been a very adept 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 loose woman ! ``

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 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 help. It helped me, anyway.

'' Shit yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

'' You 're awing ! '' Mom answered.

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

'' fountainhead, yes, but just fooling around. Some cuddling 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 pecker needed some natural action today, now. I 'm the Man of the mansion, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a soixante-neuf position. But not the friendly, on all quadruplet way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her stage over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a little work to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with more than than one other somebody in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slipperiness, My dick just went in like it was aught. Not that she was easy or anything, but I was so severe and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home sweet habitation ... '' 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 pussy lips and, if I was n't mistaken, my ballock were hitting something back there. Her nuzzle, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my glob were dragging on something ! The cerebration of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my tool push ground her pussy more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' okey you guys, '' Mom said between breathing place. `` This is now ... my deary piece of ass place ... of all time ... fucking sanctum horseshit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her header on the commandant 's married woman 's cunt.

I had a wait on Mom 's pelvic arch, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

'' Ow ! What was that ... oof ... for ? ``

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' Payback 's a gripe ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass boldness was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should throw ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so good ... sleep with me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... Fuck your smutty loose woman .... '' She seemed to care saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no riposte, a few more second gear 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 detonation ripped through me as I drove my cock as hard and abstruse as I could into Mom 's twat. My throbbing cock loosed squirt after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting gas into the lava, though. So nookie hot ... Mom 's pussy suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Good Shepherd and the holy fucks as she came.

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

The present moment my shaft came out, my spermatozoon followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

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

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

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the eternal sleep in her mouth. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and come 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 footling bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After several bit 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 sort of nice just to be alone with each former. 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 min, 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. Good Shepherd, I had never used this before. It felt great !

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

'' Hows the gearing schedule ? '' I asked.

'' The rail are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her peg all-embracing for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricating substance from the bottle right onto her little browned rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricant into her entrust helping hand. She used that to guide my pecker in the right direction.

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

I locked center with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to spread her legs wider.

With a sudden release of tension, my cock head poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With little knife thrust, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couple prison term, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

octonary and a half inches of hammer, mine, were buried in Mom 's tight asshole.

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )