After my son, Brad, left for college, my husband decided he liked his secretary better than me, and he divorced me. I was caught totally by surprise, because - even at 42 - I was still an attractive blonde, with a prissy dead body and big, innate tits. And, sure enough - his repository was much ( much ) young, but she wasn't terribly attractive, and was almost flat-chested……but, then, maybe that was the point. I really didn't want to commit it often thought.

Anyway, I got the house in the settlement, but it came with a mortgage and other bank note that I struggled to pay each month. I got a job in a local computer storage, but my paycheck didn't always cover all of my formula expenses. I always seemed to be a few dollar mark short.

When my son graduated from college, he got a good-paying job, and he occasionally helped me with my monthly bills. After about a year, or so, he got get hitched with and, thankfully, moved only a scant distance away, which meant he could cease by on occasion to help me out, which he did frequently.

One fourth dimension when he stopped by, I was sitting at the kitchen table poring over circular that I knew I couldn't pay. When he came into the kitchen, he could see my angst and walked up behind my chair and gently rubbed my shoulder, asking,"What's up, mom ? You look really stressed out."

I pointed to the account on the table and said,"It's just more than of the same…..I have more account than money. Do you think you can serve me out again this month ?"

Brad stepped to the side of my chair and with his handwriting on my right shoulder, pulled me over against him in a sort-of-hug that had my psyche resting on torso, just below his naval.

"Don't worry about it, mom. We'll figure something out…..but I think we have to change thing up a bit."

Still leaning against his depress trunk, I said,"What do you entail ? What has to change ?"

Brad moved his hand from my articulatio humeri to the side of my headspring and began gently stroking my hair, while still pulling my header so that it rested against him."I think we need to issue forth to an arrangement in rally for all this financial musical accompaniment I'm giving you."

It didn't register right away what he was talking about, but when he stopped stroking my whisker and slipped his hand inside my shirt, grabbing a smattering of pinhead, it began to sink in. I never wore a bra around the house, so his mitt was squarely on my naked boob, kneading and squeezing my 36DD tits.

I don't know why, but I didn't attract away from him, I just looked up at him and said,"What the hell are you doing, Brad ? I'm your mother !"

With his hand still inside my shirt, massaging my flop breast, and finding my teat with his quarter round and index, he said,"I know, mom, but I've always had the hots for you….I even used to think of you whenever I jerked off at home before I left for college. Now that I'm helping out so much financially, I think it's time I got something in restoration that I've wanted for a really retentive time."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and, with my head still resting against the front of his pelvic arch, I became extremely aware of the growing lump down one leg of his let loose basketball shorts. His cock was obviously stiffening and pressing against the framework of his shorts, causing an telling tent to form against the side of my nerve. I had no musical theme his peter was that big ! Still, I was struggling with the idea of my son massaging my tits and making intimate prompting, even as I marveled at the sheer size of it of his growing calamus. It looked to be about 8"long, and it wasn't even fully put up yet.

"wellspring, what type of musical arrangement do you have in idea ?"I asked.

With his mightily bridge player still inside my shirt toying with my dangling tits and occasionally pinching my nipples, Brad used his other hired man to pull the top of his short and drawers down below his nutsack, allowing his nearly erect shaft to spring out, swinging back and forth, and gently slapping the side of my face.

"Let's start with a blowjob, mom."

I was sort of in shock, but felt like the dye had already been cast, since I was letting him openly fondling my boobs, and I definitely needed supporter with the banker's bill. I slowly opened my mouth, and Brad eagerly pushed his hip joint forward, shoving his stiffening rod inside. He began to rock his coxa back and Forth River, sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth as I sucked on his cock and licked the tip of his dick with my tongue.

With one hired hand still inside my shirt and the other pull on the binding of my promontory, Brad moaned his obvious pleasure, saying,"Oh my God, mom….that feels amazing. I've been dreaming of this instant for close to 10 year. Yeah, just like that…..yeah…..yeah….keep going…..Oooh, God, that feels so good."

After a few min Brad picked up the pace, holding the vertebral column of my head and sliding his dick in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Then his breath started to catch and he closed his centre, murmuring that he was about to cum, before blasting a load of hot, creamy splooge down the back of my throat.

"Oh, yeah….oh, yeah…..just like that…..Oh, mom, I'm gon na cum….Aaaahhhh, yes .…yes ….yes …yes … Aaaaahhh ….Holy shit, mom….fucking amazing."

He slowed down his apoplexy, but kept sliding his slick corpse pole in and out of my mouth for a few more moment, relishing his coming with a silly grin all over his face. I swallowed all the jizzm he blasted down my throat, then gently massaged his orchis as he finished emptying his load of cum in my mouth.

I sucked and licked his calamus clean, then gently stroked his softening putz with my hand. I looked up at him with a teasing look and said,"So what happens future ?"

With his shorts still pulled down to his knees, Brad leaned his butt against the border of the table so I could continue fondling his softening putz, and said,"Now, whenever I come over, I'll get a blowjob, a handjob, or a spry fuck….anytime I want. In paying back, I'll give you $ 400 every month to help with your bills. Sound near ?"

As he said this, he pulled my shirt over my forefront and tossed it on the floor, allowing my bosom to spring unloosen, wobbling and swaying in figurehead of me. With both hired hand he started squeezing and slapping my big titmouse, seeming to enjoy the way they swung back and Forth River on my chest.

Not really knowing how this would play out, but acknowledging my financial quandary, I agreed to his terms.

Brad played with my knocker for a few Sir Thomas More arcminute, then pulled his short up…his flaccid shaft catching on the pliant girdle and flopping around until he finally tucked it away inside.

The next day I finished my switch at the depot around 5 pm, and - as common - changed into a T-shirt and panty when I got dwelling house. I was in the kitchen preparing my dinner when Brad came waltzing in. He had a key to the house, so he never needed to knock.

He said,"Hi, mom."

With a surprised facial expression on my face I said,"Brad ? What are you doing here ? You were just here yesterday."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to collect on our new arrangement."

I watched him walk from the front man threshold to the kitchen as he said this, unzipping his pants as he came, and fishing out his cock with his hired hand. He let it dangle between his legs as he walked into the kitchen, banging against his second joint with each dance step. When he got to where I was standing, he quickly pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, and pulled my panties down to my stifle. He pushed me back so that my ass was leaning against the counter, and began pulling and squeezing my tits, sucking and pinching the teat, and running a yoke of fingerbreadth along my vagina, toying with my pussy lips and rubbing my clitoris.

Still a trivial surprised to see him, I said,"Wow…I hypothesis we're going to dive mighty in…"

He pulled a steadfast nipple out of his mouth with a ‘ plop ’, laughed and said,"You bet."

I reached between us and found the shaft of his semi-hard magnetic pole and began gently stroking it, occasionally just focusing on rubbing the bulbous tip. Brad's moaned and his pecker responded, growing even full-grown in my hand.

Brad pulled his fingers from between my legs and showed me how wet they were."You've been waiting for this, haven't you ?"He asked.

I hadn't really thought about it, but now that he mentioned it…."Yeah, I guess I have been,"I said, with a sly grin. I hadn't been dating very much, and it had been a while since I got well and truly fucked. So, sucking on Brad's impressive turncock the previous day and swallowing a mouthful of cum had really started my juices flowing.

His prick was now fully engorged in my paw. It felt huge….even a little hot….as I continued pumping it with my fist. He started dry humping my bald kitty mound, which was driving both of us crazy. Suddenly he spun me around to face the counter and hang me over so that my pussy was totally endanger and my dangling boobs were swinging freely beneath me.

He used one hand to grab the calamus of his erection and line it up with my dripping vagina. He kicked my ramification further apart, then - with a big push from behind - shoved his cockeyed pole all the way into my pussy. I was soaking wet, so he slid in easily. He immediately began to pound his prick in and out of me in earnest, causing my swaying tits to slap into each early and make ‘ clapping'noises from the forcefulness of his thrusts.

My God, it felt good ! Brad's prick was bigger than his Father-God's, and I could already tell he was much proficient at putting it to safe use when it came to fucking.

Brad had his hired hand on both of my hips, slamming his dick into me like a piston, when a delicious sexual climax coursed through my body. Between grunts from Brad's thrusts, I moaned out my pleasure.

"Uhnn….Uhnn….Aahhhhh, I'm….cumming….Oh, my God…..That's…amazing….Uhnn…Uhnn….keep going…..Aaaahhhhh….holy shit, Brad…..keep going……Uhnn…Uhnn…..

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the sideboard, enjoying my climax, as Brad kept pummeling my pussy with his stiff diaphysis from behind.

After a few more minutes, I could hear Brad take in his breath, then let out a low moan as he exploded inside me, painting the inside of my cunt with Mexican valium after rope of quick, gooey, cum.

Brad pulled his cock out of my kitty-cat until just the capitulum was in me, then slammed it back in as far as it would go, shooting another current of touchwood deep inside my twat. He did this again, then again….each fourth dimension slamming back into me, making my body jerk and causing me to grunt from the effect of his thrusts.

When he was finally done cumming, he leaned against my back to catch his breath….his stiff putz still thick inside my cunt, and his helping hand cupping and fondling my dangling tits.

Eventually, his scape softened and slipped out of my pussy. I grabbed a towel off the counter and wiped between my stage, then squatted down in front line of Brad and sucked the head of his cock into my rima oris. I cleaned off his jibe with my tongue, then wiped it with the towel, before shoving it back in his trouser and pulling up the zipper.

Still naked, I walked him to the front door and asked,"Shouldn't you be home for dinner by now ?"

With his eyes locked on my swaying boobs, he said,"No, I told Carla I was swinging by here to check on you after body of work, so we're having a late dinner party tonight."

We shared a mother/son kiss at the door, and - with a final squeeze of each tit - Brad headed home base to his wife.

After that day, Brad continued to come by several clock time a week. He got whatever he wanted .... sometimes it was a quick blowjob by the movement doorway, sometimes it was a leisurely fuck on the sofa, and sometimes it was a emphatic fuck with me hang over the counter in the kitchen.

Fortunately, Brad's wife thought it was a mansion of great part and devotion that he would drop so a good deal sentence checking on his mother and helping out financially. Our ‘ arrangement'is still going on, although Brad finds less and less meter to swing by as his family grows. But even now he'll come by on occasion when his schedule permits and I happily live up to my incline of bargain .