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Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

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

'' Hey sailor ! '' my dad said.

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

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

'' I 'm high swiftness, 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 dwelling for Mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going household, uh, Friday good afternoon. After course of study gets out. delight tell me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the feeling 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 incorrectly impression, believe me ! He 'd been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send something because he was TDY ( temporary responsibility ) in Italian Republic. Dad was a Captain, bucking for admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in El Iskandriyah, Old Dominion State, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my grinder. He shot down a MiG-27 in the initiative disconnect War. He was a Blue backer for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under pressing, and a fucking funny remark guy and a great dad.

The only job is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed More than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough client as kids 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 enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older Brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the edge. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are affable but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my go course of study of the day on Th, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my chronicle professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for abode. My lady friend and I broke up last calendar week so I had no reason not to go home early. speech production of fucking idiot, god she was needy. Texting me all get it on day, getting angry when I did n't rejoin the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a exam, calm down. No ! You do n't love me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a couple class, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She 'll be well-chosen to see me home early, I thought. I 'll storm her.

The two-hour parkway went by pretty quick, and I pulled into our little mansion. It 's a Navy-owned star sign that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rive, but not what it 's really worth. Just a perk that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, compound style, big in-ground consortium in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's eldritch, being so hot in too soon May.

I unlocked the doorway and stepped into the cool planetary house. I heard some funny haphazardness upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some the great unwashed up there ?

I walked up the steps to enquire. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The haphazardness was people, women 's interpreter, sounded like they were having a company or something. Could n't make it out exactly.

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

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two paw on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her publicize 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 following to each early, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I 'm not exactly for certain whose.

I turned my head to the flat sieve on the wall, the source of all the noise. A pornography played, a clump of daughter doing one of those lesbian squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a Negroid chick named Jada something, Britney S. Smith Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` miss cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other bird. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all sort out like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

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

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

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both womanhood jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the concealment. However, that took a few more arcsecond as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was variety of amusing, or even damn good story. But at the moment, I was pissed.

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

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

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

I begin to manoeuvre to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I did n't have sex what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... cypher 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major roll in the hay pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the movement bike go all wobbly and take a crap. I managed to pull over to the slope of the road. Looking under the front 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 transactions and towed me to the nighest auto reparation dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a straightaway look.

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

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

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

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

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

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

'' ... What ! ``

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

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

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

Click.

So now I had some clock time to opine about this. And I came to the end that I did n't know what to call back. Was she cheating on Dad ? form of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the trueness in this house ! '' That logical argument was drilled into me, by her, for eld. Oh gawd ...

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

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so Wyrd, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron parties, all the Jr officer would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the ravisher, no let me get the folderol, I 'll get Sir Thomas More ice ... all that kind of material. Dad would get a bang out of it. She was a life-threatening spectator, for indisputable. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty skid, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner party. 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 out base in Lone-Star State, Lackland. Your dad was doing some sort of liasion crap with the male child in gamey. We met in the'O'club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And for sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was senior than me, 8 eld, and sort of saw me as a plaything.

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

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

'' You probably do n't require to hear this, but I need to explain some thing to you. Things that parents do n't normally percentage with their kids but, in twinkle of certain ... circumstance ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous volaille recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two hebdomad 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 calendar month later. ``

'' Now, in the navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any radical, political relation play a big part of your advance. And let me tell you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your male parent 's career ! '' She posed for a consequence, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

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

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

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

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically unfeigned to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The like, however, can not be said for him. ``

I sat very still. No. Say it ai n't so. My dad would never do that.

'' The Blue Angels, that was the showtime I heard of it. Just piddling whispers at first, perhaps some harmonic looks from early wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than than anything, but his urge outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife'and produce you two son and make a life for us, or bail out and conflict on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't gentle, and we had a lot of conflict. Some very big single. '' I remember some of those. Not adept times. `` But in the end, I wanted the aliveness. 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 home plate for my kids.
'' He toned down his activity, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it home. I turned the early face, looked the other way, what ever you want to promise it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

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

'' I ... I did n't know, Mom. ``

'' Of course you did n't ! It 's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it 's all gone now.

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

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

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

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

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy sub. scene down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some char named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written alphabetic character. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's crying had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another navy wife. She 's vernal than me by a few years, but in the Sami boat. We got drunkard once and spilled our gut, our deep, late catgut ! And after various months of talking, we decided to get a little marijuana cigarette academic term today. You were coming habitation tomorrow, so ... ''

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

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

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

'' Ok Mom. Well here 's a the true from me. I ... do n't eff what to say at this tip. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to tolerate. But I 'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very overnice. ``

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

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to front me and gave a speedy osculation on the lips.

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

We had a small dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very fag out. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some search for MILF BIG breast and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird subject, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some Sojourner Truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology year ? I searched instead for that gay woman small fry PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so much that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's kind of weird. It 's More that, this is just kind of ... haywire ... on so many stratum, and yet these dame are having such a fucking blast ! They are either some great actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just be intimate this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex devil and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

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

I slept pretty good that night. I 'd wish to evidence you about some crazy sex pipe dream, but I did n't actually birth any.

(. Y. )

I slept in boulder clay about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the maitre d'hotel 's away, the sailors will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and Francis Bacon and hash brown. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to industrial plant some flowers. In the old heyday bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the digger and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red myopic shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the foresightful shirt bum and tied them into a nautical mile in movement. This exposed some of her stomach to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a moment, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

Wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her asset and was ready to assign her a number ? This is n't decently !

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

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn richly issue for a mid-forties woman. well, roll in the hay you. And the gymnastic horse you rode in on. Mom was rather Junoesque at five foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her dumbbell were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a balancer top. But the best piece was her face. Good Kuki with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice peel as she kept out of the sun for the most percentage. She kept her dentition Edward D. White, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her oculus and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey whoreson, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that bang-up grinning, too.

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

We got the flat tire 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 heyday to bring in it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant life and make affair grow. We chatted about all sort of stuff, until she brought up a good story subject out of the blue.

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

I raised my headspring up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her stage tucked under her. Her tit jiggled as she tried to crack spread a plant flat.

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

'' I just wanted to let you know that you were the achiever. '' She said.

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty wind sleeve, ill-humored old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy ! '' Not really rightful. Sam was a bad guy and played college football. But still, he was n't much 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 thrust. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noontide, afternoon, night time ... hold ... 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 gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't have much option of not being a sex fiend. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

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

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

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But think back, 'We always tell the trueness in this house'! So no fibbing. ``

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

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

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

sanctum fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the other masturbate ? I 'm some variety of sick fucking puppy and I do n't know if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the other derelict and deviants and killer whale and --

'' slew ! '' Mom said.

We worked the shit for a spell in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my tee shirt over my head to try and bewitch some air. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the solution away from some other get laid Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that was invading the prime bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

segmentation. Lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep. And many solar day before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to shroud my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all tetrad, moving about, lifting a hand to snap up a petunia and blank space it in the ground. Her breasts 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 number boob. Not the teat, of track, they were straining her shirt.

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

'' There should be. Illegal question in the ... nominal head ... ''

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on smasher and form a union and picket your house. 'Unfair to doer'. ``

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

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

I put away a few affair in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the rest of the tools.

'' Hey, '' I said when I came back. `` I 'm going in for a shower. ``

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

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

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my foundation and got the turd off. Got the shite off my shins and calf, too. Good not to traipse all that stain onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and snapshot me in the privates ! And the breast and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking piddle felt COLD !

'' No ! '' I cried. `` You did not just do that ! '' I stood there and took it. I even turned around so she could wash my back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus ! I thought the hose water was inhuman ! We do n't turn on the pool heater until memorial Day ! screw ! We both started to float to the shallow end, but I was wearing cargo shorts. The kind with like 17 pocket and SOB. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked laborious and overhear 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, stinking, cheating little asshole ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an infuriating piece of shit ! ``

I turned to avail her out so she would n't fall away. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my tool. climb, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the piddle, the cold water supply, I could n't hold myself. Her nipples had hardened to near baseball field metier, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an in through her shirt. The wet material clung to her physical structure, leaving naught to the imagination. Oh looking at, there 's even a piffling mol on the one side.

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

Mom kept up her mirthful tirade. `` Little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can weigh on that ! Wait until I tell your sire -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to depend 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 rummy, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to take the air 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.

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

(. Y. )

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

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

'' Yeah ! for sure ! Sounds thoroughly ! '' I dried my genitalia but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't acknowledge it was this difficult not to touch myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a roll in the hay pussy.

Then I began to twist around the knob.

Locked.

piece of tail bitch ! I thought to myself. She knew ... she knew I would try. Which means ... what ? No ? Never ? Not now ? Go jerk off ? Oh Mom ... you 're a stealthy 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 text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to leave around 6:30. dinner party mental reservation are at 7. Dress form of nice. sexual love, Mom.

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

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

At 6:15, I put on my gracious blackened pants and a smuggled silk shirt, it 's got some Andrew Dickson White piffling paisley action going on over one berm. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my fuzz up ... boom. Looking pretty abrupt ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

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

This dress, wow ! Satiny material, abstruse and dark black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't existent slutty, but it was tight up top. Very tight. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a humble baseball glove around her full-bosomed body. You could see some motion in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of fake diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's spine. The very minuscule of it. the small-scale part. What I would call, 'Below the belt'even.

She did a little turn for me in the lobby. Her dress flew out a wing in as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her iniquity hair done differently, some big gyre and wafture and flips instead of her common two-dimensional. Dark red lipstick and gorgeous eye constitution completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... holy squat ... you do n't see like anybody 's female parent ! ``

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

'' Like the shoes ? ``
blackamoor patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra straps that went up her ankle far Thomas More than is legal in some southern states. The blackguard were perfect ; luxuriously, but not so high as to reach one look pillock when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm grave ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag paint ! ``

Dad 's panther, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to ram it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some geezerhood back and he probably put 200 mi a year on it. He probably spent a thousand clam a year on it just trying to hold back it running, too. Brits, skillful citizenry but do n't translate a good deal about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her side. Taking her hand, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with hope of a fast and unsafe ride !

I popped the clutch and charge down the street. 13 second to go ! We screeched and careened and did a brace magnate sliding board but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet de chambre took the car and backed it in, right by the straw man door. That 's obedience !

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

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

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

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

Mom made sure to brush her breast against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a beauty as this ! You need your money young man !

The waiter came up right away.

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

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

'' This ... is n't ... my ... female parent ... you insolent, arrogant, affront 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 trace the commotion ? Not really. Just a bunch of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a bubbly bucket with Fritz'compliments, a poll'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and diverse breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new server, too. She was much sound and kept her tinker's damn sassing shut. The early guy was moved across the room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

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

'' Hey, I learned from the in force. ``

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a picayune bit closer, do n't you remember ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hair as we sipped champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

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

The dinner party was tremendous. The filets were bid and succulent, the murphy mythological, and the companionship was ... Maker. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner party. articulatio humeri, or base, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt soft, almost born. I regaled her with fib of bad girl friends and bad sex clip ; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The curb arrived, in the total of forty seven buck. 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 saltation billet around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastic Voodoo couch ! You can get out your car here and call us to come get you ! I will call my ally at the door, you wo n't wait in course. ``

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

Fritz went into full flabbergast modality. He stumbled away, blushful but smiling.

The Voodoo waiting room ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 deglutition. But Fritz got us set up with a nice little booth far enough away from the isthmus so we could let the cat out of the bag, but not out in the boonies, either.

The tune-up ring played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew most of the song 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 addict'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some cuckoo Gimlets.

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

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

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

'' South ? ``

'' Yes, Dixie ! It 's kind of a slutty figure, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

'' Oh ! Shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very operose ... but I managed not to. ``

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

sanctum shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would give birth to jack off while she watched. Um ... too often thinking ...

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

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly shady. But then. One of her preferent songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a dim call about dancing with his devotee. I was ready to void the saltation floor, but Mom pulled me back.

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, Dixieland. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my properly hand on the small of her spinal column. Her bare back.. My left hand held her right hand, and we swayed to the music.

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

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't midway school. There 's no chaperon. ``

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

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her mind lay on my shoulder. With her hound, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch short than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course of study. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her depress back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little midget string.

I was trying to keep back my enormous erection from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Confederate States of America just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the vertebral column of her clothes and cupped a warm ass cheek. My Mom 's lovesome ass impudence. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a little something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her mightily ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small candy kiss in the general field. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her bosom into me. I turned up a picayune and kissed her ear lobe, being thrifty of the infield earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I was n't sure enough if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance story. I whispered into her ear.

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

There was no crusade, then a rebuff, almost perceptible nod of her brain. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a consequence, though. I want to see you end. '' Again, a nous nod. I released her properly hand so I could put both arms around her shank, and she wrapped her weapons system around my neck.

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

'' Yes, South ? ``

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

'' I do make love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my command with a severely pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fucking ? What about Dad ? He does n't merit 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 dance floor, Mom holding my hand and me trailing her very closely. I did n't want everyone to see I had a monumental hard-on.

The waitress took our drink lodge, and Mom snuggled up against me in the humble booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a fiddling pat. It throbbed in response to her tactile sensation. She kept her handwriting there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' Well, no admiration. Looking the way you do, Mo -- dixie ! I meant South ! You look stunning. You should see the other Guy checking you out. Some of the fille, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder joint and arm. I swung my discharge hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other tit, still inside her clothes. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking terrific. Her tit rose to greet my decoration. I tweaked it, rolling it between my finger. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you kinfolk ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red fount, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` Well ... I 'll just leave alone these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her ears. She downed her drink. 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 front presentable. It was n't well-to-do. several minutes went by, I began to get interested. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a bloodline, maybe ?

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

She walked back to our mesa and plopped down hard adjacent to me.

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

'' Oh it'ss mulct, '' she said. A piddling slur to her speech. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't well-off. '' Mom reached into her diminutive purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

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

'' I needed to admit to you that you won ! I had to go to the ladies room so I could cum and not make a mess out here ! I 'm so fuck wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a impish grinning and nodded her head.

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

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

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

(. Y. )

We took a cab habitation so I could monitor her on the way. She only got brainsick the one time, 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 shoe, gently, caressing her substructure a little. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't fucking easy at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water system and go pee. After various hour, she got down about 12 oz. of water. The altogether prison term she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm sorry too.

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

OK, yes it did come about to me to feel 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 next day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the family creaking a bit. Somebody on a higher floor is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A oral sex 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 passably sure I wrecked our night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a bang, 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 plate. ``

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

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

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't know what I was thinking end night ... I was ready to, um ... nookie you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really exploit out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Confederacy ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the simply luck we 'll ever receive. ``

'' Trav, did you need to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the ripe affair to do. The moment was right, the meter was decently, but maybe it did n't happen for a reason. And maybe it 's for the practiced. I 'm deplorable if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

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

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the firm has a euphony room. Which is safe because we all play around with something. I try to encounter guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little dance band for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't care what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a dyad hours, it really helps me to unwind and not call back about things.

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

'' Do n't stop, keep open playacting. '' Mom always liked my guitar playing. `` Do some oldies ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic composition from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a lilliputian serious music Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the cars 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 cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't remark those things.

We got home after a duet hr, kind of beat from running around town.

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

I went back up the stairs for awhile. I had to think. I was set up to collar my mom utmost night, and today, it 's like nothing happened. Back to convention. But I 'm not liking formula. I do n't care it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a urging of the moment affair ? Random probability ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was unutterable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and sullen. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My ventilation became trounce, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, sure 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 YOUNG MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the steps before she stopped squirming.

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

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

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

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm sure Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okay too. ``

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

'' well then, Travis. seminal fluid and give your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

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

Her soft backtalk yielded to mine. Our brim folded into each other, gently, testing each former. I opened my backtalk some, so did she. I slipped just a slight tongue inside her back talk, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our eubstance blended together, my pectus pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a hanker time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our soundbox. Our docile passion turned to furious passion. My stimulation was physically ostensible to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to speed affair. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent char. You do n't get women like this unremarkable. I 've had lots of girlfriends, but not like this one.

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

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

I got off her and stood up so I could leach. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her spit over her lips slowly.
I bent down to aim off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

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

'' octad and a half, but who 's reckoning. ``

'' holy shit ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no sum of money of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her strong as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook shot, two, christ ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her hone tits. Yes, I saw them the early day for about 3 indorsement, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each breathing spell. My rooster could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

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

I undid her capri trouser and pulled them down over her pelvic girdle, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the eyeshot of my naked mom, salvage for the short patch of cherry-red held be some midget material.

'' ma'am in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strings broke and came off in my deal. My mom lay naked before me. Her titty splayed out to the English, her bare pussy looked so ask in. I reached over and spread her stage, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

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

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

I climbed between her legs, and rested my eubstance mostly on my elbow joint, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her point with my left over hand and held her neck opening, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it easier. The tip of my prick found an amazingly hot and wet topographic point. I rubbed my head word up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a picayune, my hammer entered her twat and went in about an column inch or so.

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

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

My raging, eight inch cock lay mysterious 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 make love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my tool down at it 's full phase of the moon depth.

Mom broke the candy kiss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My preferred deception is to rive my pecker out almost of the way, and then tantalise it back abode. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's best-loved trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each tedious withdrawal method and quick push back down brought a quick petty `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to get together my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. cobbler's last night I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her mamilla and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass nerve. Cupping her nates severe, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our dentition. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for respective minutes. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could look at a good look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her Chin was resting between them.

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

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

That familiar spirit tone was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slip both handwriting under her ass cheeks. My right hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few moment, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

'' Jesus of Nazareth ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, babe ! ``

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

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

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the heart of my first spirt Mom 's pussy contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after jet, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one chassis'...

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

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

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

'' Lay down beloved, it 's fine. '' I rolled onto my spine, Mom lay along side me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

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

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm full. A slight fag. Give me a duad moment though, and we 'll get down rhythm Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a round Two in a retentive fourth dimension ! ``

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 call up it 's hot. ``

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

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't eat on a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so misrepresented ! ``
She was properly. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to wide-cut military strength in just a few moments.

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

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

And she was good at it, too. Firm pressure, well knife action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good matter about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes Thomas More stimulus to cum than the first one. I got to love Mom 's blowjob a good long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to make out that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awe-inspiring tits into play, also. She ground them into my second joint, 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 titty. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some time with them. If you do n't bear in mind. ``

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

Finally, I could n't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my back talk. I opened my oral cavity as full as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my rima oris. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to give suck so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one knocker for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my human face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hired hand in her genitals, she 's fingering herself, I thought. honorable, I 'm sword lily she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her cover. I could then work on this left tit with a little Sir Thomas More leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet pap to make believe it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure enough. I was lost in
tit heaven.

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

'' Am I boring you ? I can hold on or -- ''

'' God no ! sustain going ! It 's like the best massage in the macrocosm ! But do n't tinge my kitty, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a doubtful feel, then I cupped her snatch mound and rubbed my palm into her clit.

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

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

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

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

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

'Silly'? What the fuck ? Was my dad, the war fighter, a total retard ? He did n't care this ?

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

Mom went at her own tit with zest, just as much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a charwoman make love to her own tit, it 's so have sex fascinating.

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

I swabbed her pussy with my manus, getting Sir Thomas More juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her breadbasket as she grabbed her tit and held them wide of the mark, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my turncock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful breast. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her oral cavity so my cock head would pertain her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

'' Cum in my mouth, cum in my rima oris, or on my face, just cum on me ! Come on, cum for me ! ``

well, with her boost and with that a great deal pressing from her tits, I had short choice.

My first cum blast went right into her mouthpiece, followed by the second. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipples. Mom swallowed down her loads, then she bent her head and lap and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her peg and breathed in her judicious aromas.

A lot of the time, ok almost all the sentence, when I eat out a cleaning lady, 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 face all over her cunt. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for time of day. Or maybe 10 transactions. I also did her trick, which was to expect up into her eyes. But to the highest degree of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on story of her tits being in the way. I stuck a fingerbreadth in her ass again, just to keep her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time affair. I do n't know how this will work on in the time to come with former people in the equation, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umteenth time, she coated my face with her distaff cum.

'' seed here, infant ! '' she said, with her work force outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her feel actually dripping from my Kuki-Chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a full mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

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

'' Travis, Darling, the um ... the 'tracks have to be well-defined'. You ca n't do that if there 's a train in the station. ``

It took me a couple moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for christ saki. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the station will be enlighten tomorrow break of day. ``

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

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

'' So Mom, tell me Sir Thomas More about this 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 pussy. I 've seen you suck swagger. You can tell me about your footling 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

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

'' Clarence Shepard Day Jr. went by, neither of us said another tidings about it. I just put it down as a ridiculous conversation between rummy people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I guess, she called me. She was watching some porn and ... she came with me on the earpiece. ``

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

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

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the next day. We were just going to be in the Lapp room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred spirits looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine, okey, maybe a lot of wine-coloured. We were both very aflutter. After our 2d ice, which polished off the bottle, I took a recondite breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my chamber is connected to the cyberspace, if we wanted to watch something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we explore for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian squirt party'. And ... holy ass. These women, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just ludicrous. ``

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

'' I do n't bang what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the password, if it is a watchword ... Debauched and amiss and prohibited, 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 strip down, would n't we be more well-heeled that way ? So we got naked. And, to tell you the truth, I 've never seen a get cleaning lady naked, in my actual bearing before.

'' I got, very aflutter again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the video screamed and sprayed an tremendous pip-squeak on the other gallon. We remembered why were there.

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

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

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a soundly kisser, I just kind of go all pillock when we kiss.

'' And then what, '' I asked. `` I walked in ? ``

'' Yep. Jeanine had just suggested we swap dildos, which we did. But ... she put the one I just had in my pussy into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the former dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my puss. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't bring myself to cross that line. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the quietus. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished business concern. ``

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

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

'' 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 ... September ? Yeah ? fountainhead, finals are in two weeks and then I 'm done for the summer. is n't that some set phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

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

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

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to nominate him take some blue oral contraceptive pill and startle fucking me again ? ``

I did n't answer. I did n't bed what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so tremendous 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking material world reared its horrible 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 squeamish brunch tomorrow. It might be too of late to bring in arriere pensee, 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 have small fry or what ? Maybe she could join us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alert went off at 8:40, Sunday morning. female parent '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 ready. ``

fountainhead, diddlyshit, I 'm awake and set up right now ! Let 's go Mama !

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

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more times last night. Each prison term seems to be as safe or better than before. When Mom ejaculate, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a slight young woman at Christmastime. then she kisses me so much ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her mamilla did n't just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own accord 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 makeup on and had brushed her hairsbreadth. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't narrate her.

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

I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the traditionalist movie was on. Cool.

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

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

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the net setting and pulled up my favorite smut situation, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In lupus erythematosus than a minute I was at replete 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 filmdom. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's finely, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that pillock girl he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his hurrying ... ''

I thought it was fourth dimension I got involved in the Call. Mom was holding the telephone to her right ear. It 's a corded handset because Dad did n't like cubicle telephone. So I stood up and stuck my heavy cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the telephone for a bit ... uh huh ... yes ... full admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah blah ...

I tried fondling her tit, but she kept tightening her arms to her side and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chair with her, and forced my putz to her sass. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italy as Mom has about a third of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spatter it out.

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

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

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

Good God, I 'm in good order here ! But she had to arrive at it see safe. She waited a few import, then handed me the phone.

'' Hey Dad ! Happy mother 's Day ! ... yeah you too ow roll in the hay ! I mean, sorry, I kicked the president with my toe ... ''

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

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be poise ... maybe you can learn me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a nut into her lip. Good Shepherd that feels nice.

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

Mom could recite we were getting done, so she ran into her bath and locked the door. darn !

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her present ! ``

Her muffled voice replied, `` Go away, get dressed. We 're going to brunch with Jeanine. ``

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the fabulous Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any female parent show before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first of all marriage but her husband 's second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two tyke were at their female parent 's star sign this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. trivial inadequate, little trimmer, diminished breast but very perky, curt blonde whisker. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubtfulness about it.

Both madam had on very tight doll. Mom had a gracious Cashmere perspirer which really accentuated her Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

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

'' fountainhead there 's this keep radical, a forum, for US Navy married woman. You go online and type poppycock about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to serve someone else who needs a hand. You know, there 's sections for understructure, so the gals local to a root word can help each other with baby-sit, doc 's appointments and thing like that.

'' And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in person to talk about thing we did n't desire to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

Jeanine did this little smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a rule. I do n't like it, but it 's all or nothing. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, ca n't touch me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't touch you. And I wo n't. And you wo n't. ``

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

'' Sure, you can be two 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 cute history about me and all the dumbass things I 've done over the years.

The moms had many more buck's fizz, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like cleaning lady do. But there were looking, and lingering hands, and footling caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how toilsome and dissipated Jeanine 's No-Touching normal really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gallon 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 get along with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts 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 abode, Mom sat in the dorsum seat while Jeanine sat up social movement with me. I did n't know why for a duo minutes, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to knead Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a niggling `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's mitt first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's go forth breast. Jeanine leaned back, her centre closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two workforce on Jeanine 's boobs. first over her shirt. I had to slue several times to stay on the route as Mom 's hands deftly unbuttoned her Quaker 's blouse.

automobile horn honked at me as I saw Mom root for Jeanine 's bra up and over her titty, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller motorcar or trucks came alongside, they would take a good view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the service department way, instead of out front. '' I said to cipher. The young woman were lost in their little dreamworld. I put the garage doorway down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't want to go forth Jeanine.

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

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their wench and shoes on. No upper side, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the impression ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand gesture of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to bear upon the precious Jeanine. I brought my shaft to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some electrical shock registering on her aspect. `` Oh my god, you guys were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one thing to get a line 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 tool totally enjoying the feel and the view of another fair sex sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to last out groom all day ? '' I asked.

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

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her minute of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine loosen Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to remember anything ...

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

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's branch, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's renal pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up past tense Mom 's titmouse and got to her face where they kissed for various moments ... then she continued up until her boob were in Mom 's typeface. Soon, though, she moved again so that her twat was decent in social movement of Mom. messiah Jeanine was turned on, I could smell her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and mouth. I moved around to get a better look. Yep, Mom 's feeding cunt. Her first ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, then got bolder with each passing minute until she was eating out Jeanine like there was no tomorrow. Jeanine was loving it, I loved watching it. Although it was hard not to touch Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass nerve and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the bulwark with her ribbon as she came violently. Her totally physical structure shook and trembled as she screamed `` screw '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl cream and this huge smile on her facial expression. I went to Mom.

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

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

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

I held Mom 's point 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 undecomposed weekend ! ``

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

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

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 annotation as women seem to eat puss different than men, or at to the lowest degree different from me.

Mom 's 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 sound ? I 've never done that before ! ``

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

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

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

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

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine status. But not the favorable, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

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

Mom 's pussycat was so wet and glossy, My peter just went in like it was goose egg. Not that she was loosen or anything, but I was so arduous and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home sweet house ... '' I mused as my jibe sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' Okay you guys, '' Mom said between breaths. `` This is now ... my favorite fucking position ... of all meter ... fucking holy shit ! ``

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

I had a hold on Mom 's hips, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

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

'' Retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

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

SPANK ! her ass nerve was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should receive ! ``

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

I fucked Mom faster.

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

'' Travis infant ... fuck me ... so skillful ... fuck me ... fuck your slutty mamma ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... Fuck your nasty trollop .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no comeback, a few Sir Thomas More irregular of this and I would be done.

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

'' Do it cosset ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty slit ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as firmly and cryptical as I could into Mom 's puss. My throbbing cock loosed spurt after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So fucking hot ... Mom 's pussy suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy place fucks as she came.

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

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

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

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

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

Slutty Mom !

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

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

We were disappointed, but at the Saami time it was kind 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 hanker hour, not just a few moments.

I only broke the candy kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my cock. Deliverer, I had never used this before. It felt great !

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

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

'' The cut are crystallise ! '' Mom said, and she spread her pegleg wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the bottle right onto her little brownness rosebud.

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

My cock hit a wall. No wait. There 's a fiddling indentation in this wall. I pressed a trivial ... the indentation let me impress forward ...

I locked eye with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to fan out her legs wider.

With a sudden firing of tension, my turncock promontory poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven in to go.

With piddling thrusts, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a couplet times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

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

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

'' You like ? I do ''

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

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

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

'' Happy mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )