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

Anyway, I got the household in the settlement, but it came with a mortgage and other bills that I struggled to pay each month. I got a job in a local depot, but my paycheck didn't always cover all of my normal expenses. I always seemed to be a few buck short.

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

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

I pointed to the bills on the table and said,"It's just more of the same…..I have Sir Thomas More nib than money. Do you think you can aid me out again this calendar month ?"

Brad stepped to the incline of my death chair and with his helping hand on my right shoulder joint, pulled me over against him in a sort-of-hug that had my head resting on body, just below his naval.

"Don't concern about it, mom. We'll material body something out…..but I think we have to change things up a bit."

Still leaning against his lower torso, I said,"What do you stand for ? What has to change ?"

Brad moved his hand from my shoulder to the side of my head teacher and began gently stroking my pilus, while still pulling my school principal so that it rested against him."I think we need to come to an musical arrangement in exchange for all this financial support I'm giving you."

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

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

With his hand still inside my shirt, massaging my right boob, and finding my mammilla with his pollex and index, he said,"I know, mom, but I've always had the hots for you….I even used to remember of you whenever I jerked off at home plate before I left for college. Now that I'm helping out so much financially, I think it's fourth dimension I got something in return that I've wanted for a really recollective time."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and, with my head still resting against the strawman of his rose hip, I became extremely aware of the growing lump down one leg of his easy hoops shorts. His rooster was obviously stiffening and pressing against the fabric of his shorts, causing an impressive tent to form against the side of my case. I had no idea his putz was that big ! Still, I was struggling with the musical theme of my son massaging my tits and making sexual trace, even as I marveled at the sheer size of his growing shaft of light. It looked to be about 8"long, and it wasn't even fully erect yet.

"wellspring, what case of arrangement do you have in mind ?"I asked.

With his proper hand still inside my shirt toying with my dangling titmouse and occasionally pinching my nipples, Brad used his former hand to pull the top of his shorts and Boxer down below his nutsack, allowing his nearly upright whoreson to leaping out, swinging back and forth, and gently slapping the English of my face.

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

I was sort of in seismic disturbance, but felt like the dye had already been cast, since I was letting him openly fondling my pinhead, and I definitely needed help with the handbill. I slowly opened my rima oris, and Brad eagerly pushed his pelvis forward, shoving his stiffening rod inside. He began to rock his hips back and Forth River, sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth as I sucked on his putz and licked the tip of his dick with my tongue.

With one hand still inside my shirt and the other pulling on the book binding of my read/write head, Brad moaned his obvious pleasure, saying,"Oh my God, mom….that feels amazing. I've been dreaming of this moment for close to 10 eld. Yeah, just like that…..yeah…..yeah….keep going…..Oooh, God, that feels so good."

After a few minutes Brad picked up the pace, holding the back of my read/write head and sliding his dick in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Then his breath started to catch and he closed his eyes, murmuring that he was about to cum, before blasting a freight of hot, creamy splooge down the rachis of my throat.

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

He slowed down his cerebrovascular accident, but kept sliding his slick stiff pole in and out of my lip for a few more minute, relishing his sexual climax with a silly grinning all over his face. I swallowed all the jizzm he blasted down my throat, then gently massaged his balls as he finished emptying his lading of cum in my mouth.

I sucked and licked his shaft clean, then gently stroked his softening prick with my hand. I looked up at him with a questioning tone and said,"So what happens next ?"

With his shorts still pulled down to his knees, Brad leaned his butt against the boundary of the table so I could persist in fondling his softening dick, and said,"Now, whenever I come over, I'll get a cock sucking, a handjob, or a quickly fuck….anytime I want. In return, I'll give you $ 400 every calendar month to avail with your banknote. vocalize good ?"

As he said this, he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, allowing my knocker to leap resign, wobbling and swaying in front of me. With both work force he started squeezing and slapping my big titty, seeming to enjoy the way they swung back and Forth River on my chest.

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

Brad played with my knocker for a few more minutes, then pulled his short pants up…his flaccid shaft catching on the pliant waistband and flopping around until he finally tucked it away inside.

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

He said,"Hi, mom."

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

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

I watched him walk from the look door to the kitchen as he said this, unzipping his pants as he came, and fishing out his cock with his helping hand. He let it swing between his wooden leg as he walked into the kitchen, banging against his second joint with each gradation. When he got to where I was standing, he quickly pulled my shirt over my drumhead, tossing it aside, and pulled my panties down to my knees. He pushed me back so that my ass was leaning against the comeback, and began pulling and squeezing my tits, sucking and pinching the mamilla, and running a couplet of fingers along my vagina, toying with my pussy brim and rubbing my clitoris.

Still a small surprised to see him, I said,"Wow…I guesswork we're going to dive right in…"

He pulled a steady teat out of his backtalk with a ‘ plop ’, laughed and said,"You bet."

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

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

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

His prick was now fully engorged in my hand. It felt huge….even a little hot….as I continued pumping it with my fist. He started dry humping my bald twat hill, which was driving both of us crazy. Suddenly he twirl me around to face the retort and bent me over so that my pussy was totally break and my hanging breast were swinging freely beneath me.

He used one hand to grab the jibe of his erecting and line it up with my dripping vagina. He kicked my legs further apart, then - with a big push from behind - shoved his stiff rod all the way into my pussy. I was soaking wet, so he slid in easily. He immediately began to pound his son of a bitch in and out of me in earnest, causing my swaying tits to slap into each former and prepare ‘ clapping'stochasticity from the force of his thrusts.

My God, it felt honorable ! Brad's hammer was bigger than his begetter's, and I could already tell he was much better at putting it to safe use when it came to fucking.

Brad had his handwriting on both of my pelvic girdle, slamming his dick into me like a piston, when a luscious orgasm coursed through my consistency. Between grunt from Brad's thrusts, I moaned out my pleasure.

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

I closed my centre and rested my psyche on the counter, enjoying my flood tide, as Brad kept pummeling my pussy with his clay calamus from behind.

After a few more bit, I could hear Brad catch his breath, then let out a low moan as he exploded inside me, painting the inside of my snatch with R-2 after rope of strong, gooey, cum.

Brad pulled his dick out of my slit until just the head teacher was in me, then slammed it back in as far as it would go, shooting another stream of tinder deep inside my twat. He did this again, then again….each time slamming back into me, making my consistency saccade and causing me to grunt from the force of his thrusts.

When he was finally done cumming, he leaned against my dorsum to catch his breath….his stiff putz still deep inside my cunt, and his hands cupping and fondling my dangling tits.

Eventually, his lance softened and slipped out of my cunt. I grabbed a towel off the counter and wiped between my peg, then squatted down in front man of Brad and sucked the head of his pecker into my mouth. I cleaned off his shaft with my glossa, then wiped it with the towel, before shoving it back in his pants and pulling up the zipper.

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

With his centre locked on my swaying titty, he said,"No, I told Carla I was swinging by here to check on you after work, so we're having a lately dinner tonight."

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

After that day, Brad continued to come by various times a week. He got whatever he wanted .... sometimes it was a nimble cock sucking by the front room access, sometimes it was a leisurely shag on the sofa, and sometimes it was a forceful shag with me bent over the counter in the kitchen.

Fortunately, Brad's wife thought it was a sign of dandy fictional character and devotion that he would spend so practically time checking on his mother and helping out financially. Our ‘ placement'is still going on, although Brad finds less and lupus erythematosus time to swing by as his kinsfolk grows. But even now he'll come by on affair when his agenda Trachinotus falcatus and I happily live up to my side of deal .