( Jessica )

As I wake up the next first light with a sore throat courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a nerve-wracking hebdomad at body of work. Then last dark happened and I 'm immediately aflutter that Bob Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my husband. That makes me feel vomit to my tum with anxiousness. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the bathroom doorway with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, love life. Sorry I could n't stay put awake net Nox. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your introduction at work go ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, estimable. '' It 's intemperate to focus on Trevor 's voice while thinking about what I did survive night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

I ca n't do or say anything to make him untrusting. `` Yeah, yeah. I have a sore throat and it 's hard for me to talk. I think it 's from talking non-stop yesterday. ``

( Trevor )

'' Okay. fountainhead, it 's almost 8:00, so I 'll go downstairs and get some coffee tree going for us. See you down there whenever. ``

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the room wearing an old T-shirt and jammies pants. Once he 's out of my spate, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the night before. Just thinking about it with images of gobbling up my son 's peter, balls, and cum flashing through my forefront instantly turns me on and I start playing with my button. As I showered final stage Night, I wondered how I 'd feel after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to take it further when given the chance. It does n't take long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and complete my morning routine.

I put on the same loose T-shirt from last Nox with a pair of lime green yoga trouser since my shorts got soaked. My new ensemble is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my haircloth into a ponytail, I head downstairs to incur an hollow kinfolk elbow room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work e-mail. I go to his billet and as expected, I find him at his desk in battlefront of his body of work laptop with morning news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an e-mail saying I need to go out-of-state next Saturday and wo n't get back until late that Wednesday. ``

( Jessica )

'' Shoot. '' YES ! Four uninterrupted nighttime alone with Dylan. That 's the variety of chance I was hoping for. `` Are you going to be in here for a spell dealing with work ? ``

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' Okay. I 'm going to ca-ca some testis and toast. You hang out in here and I 'll institute them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

A few minutes pass by and I 'm adding bollock in the pan when I hear step ascending the basement stairs, then the door opens and closes. I keep my cover to Dylan and let my yoga pants do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast erosion that shirt again with pie-eyed yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her eruct butt. There 's an obvious crease defining her deep butt crack. It looks like two clump divided perfectly in one-half. I approach her quietly and advertise into her backside so that I can easily palpate her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. dayspring, sister. '' Dylan pushing against me palpate good, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' first light, Mom. '' I ca n't reject touching her and wrap my arms around her shank with my mitt reaching inside her shirt to knead the underside of her bosom. Then I start grinding my pants-covered dick into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. '' Trevor is a tits guy and gets grossed out by the thought of even touching anywhere near my asshole. I 've asked him a few times over the years if he 'd be up for trying anal and he 's always shied away from it, saying maybe in the hereafter. I got the touch, though, and stopped asking about 5 years ago. I was tired of the disappointment every metre I got rejected and he 's never brought it up on his own. So having attention shown to my ass feels expectant and lets me know it still looks safe to someone.

( Bob Dylan )

I want to tear Mom 's skin-tight pants off right field now and bury my fount in her fat, but pixilated ass. Just seeing it concluding night and this morning was enough to give me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic feelings from last night. I squeeze a small tighter and starting time increasing my rate in an attempt to dry prominence her bum. She puts her hands out on the counter to brace herself, gives a quick sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels secure. But not now. Your Father-God is in his government agency and could walk in here any 2d. We have to be saucy. ``

( Bob Dylan )

Like I give a damn. I 'm fight recondite enough into her fissure now so that I feel her impertinence hugging my erecting as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and Forth against the counter. I 'm invite to get both of our knickers off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin gumshoe creating friction between my ass cheeks feeling wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pants on, then commemorate our current situation and retrieve composure. `` Bob Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his hands off my breasts and promote his hips away to turn around and see a massive pants collapsible shelter on his crotch. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Sorry, Mom. I 'm just so horny and you turn me on so much. I ca n't turn back myself from feeling you up. ``

( Jessica )

I like that. `` It 's mulct. But we can not do this material when your dad is around and he can easily trip up us. Ca n't do it. Okay ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, okay. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me roll in the hay he 's going out of townsfolk next Saturday for a few solar day. So until then, we 're just mom and son. sympathize ? ``

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' tinker's damn, a entirely week. I desperately want to sleep with my mom right now and would do anything to convince her to let me. But I ca n't impel it and break what I have. I need to be bright and represent along.

( Jessica )

I pull his dick out so that it 's standing straight up, turn down, suck the fat head and a few more in into my mouth, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 nimble times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his pants with my hand. `` One week, mister. You can make up it. '' I hope I can do it.

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's rima oris again sends a wave of atonement over my consistency. Even if only for a few arcsecond. She hands me a plate of testicle and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't charm a glimpse of your big hard-on. '' God damn, that kid 's got a dependable dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor 's nutrient to him. He gives me a promptly thanks without breaking his stare from the calculator. I bend down to kiss him on his rim with him having no idea I just had our son 's morning wood between mine. That sends a shiver of naughtiness down my spur as I walk out to enjoy my food alone in the phratry room, happily thinking about what just happened and how mad I am for a week from today. I 'm going to take my son 's virginity.

Sabbatum goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Mon drags on for eternity. Tuesday, just four years away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Thursday 's done. We get past Friday as well as another sexless calendar week with Trevor.

FINALLY, Sat is here again. Bob Dylan was a estimable boy all week and respected my wishes. I did trance him looking me up and down numerous times as he patiently waited. And I 'll be honest, I dressed down every night in a way to catch his eye just to keep him wanting more. There was only one mortal in my life I was trying to print all week and it was n't my husband.

On the morning of the day Trevor is leaving us, I jump out of bed at about 6:00 AM like a child on Christmas first light. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I complete chores around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the cellar step at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squint eyes. `` well morning, sweetheart. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Stuff around the theatre. ``

( Dylan )

'' Dad still here ? ``

( Jessica )

He 's wasting no time. `` Uh huh. He does n't leave for the airport until 3:00 this afternoon. ``

( Bob Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. okey. '' I do n't really know how to go about today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does leave, then what ? Do I just take her how I want ? Let her lead ? I do n't know.

( Jessica )

'' I was thinking. Why do n't you lead me out somewhere nice to eat tonight since it 'll just be the two of us ? A romantic date. ``

( Dylan )

I do n't birth a job to pay for a meal and I do n't have a car. This is going to finger like a mom taking her little kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to answer, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

'' How about I drive us there and pay for the food, then you drive us home since I 'll probably ingest a few potable ? You have your number one wood 's licence, so we might as well use it. Then when we get home, we 'll see where the Nox takes us. ``

( Dylan )

I feel a picayune in force about that system. `` Okay, that sounds good. What time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' I looked online and the eatery has an availability at 6:00, so let 's leave at 5:15. And DRESS UP. We 're going somewhere squeamish, so you ca n't go in wearing sweats and a baseball cap. '' I 'm making sure this will be a memorable night for him. Also, selfishly, I want to see him putting effort into looking attractive for me.

We wrap up our quick conversation and go our split ways. I do n't see him the rest of the day as we stay busy doing our own thing. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar quick tidy sum on the cheek as he leaves with his baggage. No topic since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual needs. I head to the master bathroom to shower and lead off primping. I feel excitement and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to occur later.

5:10 smash and I hear Dylan yell up to me.

( Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

'' Yeah, I 'll be right down ! '' I turn to the uncut mirror by the bed for one last revue of my appearance and know there 's no way he 'll be able to contain himself this night. deputation accomplished.

( Jessica )

The mirror 's musing gives me a total view of myself in a sleeveless wine red midi cocktail attire that cuts off at the knees. It has a deep v-neck with sheer mesh detailing on the tear and lace trimming on the bodice. The bust has built-in cushioning to really hit my cleavage pop and the back zips up. There 's a side split on the entrust leg of the dame with scalloped lace edging. I 'm not wearing underclothing because the garb is fairly tight in the hips, so I want to go on it perfectly shaped.

The high dog are matching in colouring material and help to make my ass look stronger. My hair is down and I made sure it has plenty of mass. The constitution took about 30 minutes to go for, but looks on tip. The smokey eyeshadow, glum pink lipstick, and medium length press-on gel fingernails with albumen tips complete the facial expression. I 'm feeling very confident in myself as I grab my black leather wristlet and head downstairs to forgather my son.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the steps, I see she 's wearing gamy bounder and a dress. Then she comes into to the full view and I can barely bear myself. She looks refined, sexy, and drop cloth dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her looking like this before and stand speechless shaking my head in disbelief. Her chest look immaculate in that garb. Surprisingly, my favorite component part about the face might be her whisker. It looks so wide and sexy, like it was professionally styled. Holy Irish bull, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his headland looking me up and down, I ca n't serve but to smile. He 's nobble. `` What do you recollect ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... improbable. So good. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his eyes survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde hair is neatly styled and he 's wearing a alight spicy dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, Black person frock pants and shoes, and a black 5-button vest with the bottom button undone. I can also see a smuggled belt with a silver grey warp peeking out from under the undershirt. Aside from gifts from family, I 've bought all of his clothes for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't give birth an extensive wardrobe. I know this is about the overnice outfit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly appreciate his article of clothing choice for our engagement. And he looks damn good in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the undershirt frame him, but he looks more athletic than usual. I 'd get it on to get him naked right now since I 've only seen him bottomless so far. In due time.

( Jessica )

'' Thank you. I 've got ta say, you 're looking pretty hot yourself over there. momma likes. You quick to go ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm indisputable to walk in front of him on our way to the service department so he can see me from behind and I immediately feel his eyes on me. I also feel something else at the same sentence that I have n't felt in geezerhood ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Dylan )

As Mom pass in front end of me down the hall to our garage, I have a perfective view of her ass as each cheek displacement with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a appearance and she 's doing a large job with it. I can also smell her perfume and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a woman who knows to handle and salute herself confidently unlike young woman in shoal who are shy of themselves or try too difficult to be seen. Mom does n't even have got to try, she naturally pulls my eyes in her way. Her confidence is a huge turn on. We reach the car and displume out of the garage in secrecy. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a John Roy Major urban center and the restaurant is business district, so there 's traffic to battle at 5:30 on a Sabbatum nighttime in the summer. After a 40-minute drive with some lowly talk included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star French eating place with a garb code that I made for sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's odd side and hook my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the third house, we 're greeted by the host and shown our table.

I can sense well-nigh mass looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the place. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am certain many of the women are covetous of my date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't know that and I do n't project on letting them do to that conclusion. We get seated at a mesa in the hinder corner away from most of the other patron and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few seconds after we sit.

( Caitlin )

'' Good even and welcome to La Lune. I 'm your server, Caitlin. Have you two dined here before or is it your start time ? ``

( Jessica )

'' firstly time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

'' Great. Is it a especial function ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our first particular date. '' Just then, I catch a glance of jealousy from Caitlin and love it. That 's right, this hot young guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a smile across the table. From there, we place our deglutition orders. Dylan goes with urine while I ordering a very expensive meth of red wine.

( Dylan )

'' first gear day of the month, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also true. There 's nonentity else around tonight, so we 're free to be ourselves and not just mom and son. Remember the convention. We are two adult tonight on a particular date enjoying the other 's company, both verbally and physically. '' As I finish saying that, I again feel a shot of agitation run through my veins.

Drinks came, we ordered food, more drunkenness came, we ate, and a final round of drunkenness came. My son, having only had body of water all nighttime, is completely sober. I, on the other hired hand, am definitely tipsy and smell uninhibited. As we make minuscule lecture, I stretch my skid out under the table and find his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his genitalia as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as high school as I want. Damn being only 5'5 '' with short stage. With that recognition, I finish my third meth of wine and put my credit rating circuit card in the impediment folder. Caitlin comes by to grab it and I reach my hand across the table to hold Dylan 's. `` So, what now ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' You mean after the restaurant ?

( Jessica )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' I 'm so prepare to get my son naked and on top of me.

( Bob Dylan )

'' Do you want to go back dwelling house ? '' Can I be assertive now and tell her everything I want to do to her ? This position is still awkward and eldritch, but my hormones do n't apply a shit.

( Jessica )

'' okay. Then what ? '' I 'm curious to see how he handles this conversation. Plus, since I 'm feeling effects of the wine, I want to toy and mess up with his drumhead a bit.

( Dylan )

She 's going to wee me say it, huh ? I had my cock down her throat a calendar week ago and have been fantasizing all week about being interior of her. But now that the night is here, I 'm having a heavily metre expressing myself and taking control. `` Not sure. Maybe watch a movie or something ? It 's only 8:00 right now, so the dark is still Young. ``

( Jessica )

What happened to the controlling face fucker from a calendar week ago ? Maybe he has to get the act going before he finds himself again. `` Maybe a motion-picture show, maybe something else. We 'll see. You gear up to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yeah, let 's get out of here. ``

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I hand him the keystone and stand up to give. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his lead arm and catch one's breath my head on his shoulder joint on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the physical connectedness with Dylan feels especial. Like he 's my man. Every sec we 're touching each early, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the outlet, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I lower my left hand to guide her lower book binding. But I feel my hand rest atop the shelf that is her butt buttock and determine to let it omit so that the face is in my palm. I rub it around and sense no underwear contrast. My mom is going ranger and it feels amazing. I give a quick clinch and marvel at its combination of firmness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a thin yelp and grin wide-eyed as my son take hold of my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any movies in our home tonight.

We get in the car and Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the passenger derriere so that the split on the skirt share of my frock clearly exposes most of my left leg to him. After about 10 minutes of drive, I 've seen him look over from the corner of his eye multiple times. He thinks he 's sly, but I giggle to myself at how obvious he is. So I reach across the center console and take out his aright hand onto my exposed second joint and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg flavour so suave and hairless. This is the first clip I 've touched her hide below her belly button and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can sense a hearty amount of heat hit my hired man. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touch. I look over and she 's got her header tilted back with her middle closed.

( Jessica )

His fingers are only about 6 inches from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a footling bit. This ride home could never be short circuit enough. He starts squeezing my internal second joint and rubbing up and down as my kitty-cat is crying to be penetrated. I do n't believe he can attain far enough to get inside. DAMN IT !

( Dylan )

I ca n't accomplish far enough to get my fingerbreadth into her. beshrew IT ! After about 5 minutes of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my hand back to stop the driving force home. But then she unhooks her seat belt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 minutes to get domicile. I 'm pulling him out of those drawers right now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my belt and unzips my knickers to discover my hard-on. She wastes no time in stuffing it in her mouth and going up and down. God red cent, I 'm getting route head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis feels at home in my mouth. I 'd get it on to go wild on it, but ca n't leave a hatful or stains in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 column inch and jerk the bottom 4 remaining inches with my decent hand.

( Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my correctly hand on the back of her head and try to screw her oral cavity while maintaining control of the car. This is hard to equilibrise. I decide to shorten my pelvic movement and let her control virtually of it. She starts twisting her forefront onto it while never coming up for a breather. I hear her moaning and breathing hard from her nose. We pass by an 18-wheeler in the lane to the right of us and the driver blows his horn. He must have caught a coup d'oeil of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

I do n't even care about Dylan blowing his cargo right now and not saving it for when we get home. I 'll make sure he has meter to recharge his balls for another onus. Right now, I 'm just starving for my son 's cum.

( Dylan )

It 's probably been about 5 arcminute now and she 's come up for a quickly breather just once. She 's loudly slurping on it in an effort to keep everything contained and not on the car seat. She 's incredible.

( Jessica )

Some of my saliva has dripped onto his pants, but that does n't matter as long as the derriere and car 's interior stays clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can feel his hawkshaw grow a little more and his balls tighten.

( Bob Dylan )

'' I 'm about to cum, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my mouth with multiple spraying that I quickly suck down to forestall a mess. Unlike last-place calendar week when lading after warhead was deposited down my throat, these helping of my boy 's cum are hitting my natural language and getting tasted. And it tastes so good. A picayune bitter, but still with some sweetness mixed in. And it 's THICK to the point that I feel like I should masticate it before swallowing. This vista is so hot. Spray, gulping, spray, gulp, atomiser, gulp.

He 's lay off shooting now and I 've swallowed it all while successfully keeping the car unblemished. I lick all around the base of his shaft and pull myself back up into my ass as we make the turn onto our street.

( Dylan )

God, that felt so good. I look over at Mom and she 's staring at me with a mephistophelean smirk and wiping the corners of her mouth. Such a slut.

( Jessica )

'' go forth it hanging out of your pants as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him road head, I 'm more turned on than ever and determined to screw my son 's mental capacity out tonight.

( Bob Dylan )

The house 's front visible radiation automatically come on as the garage door raises. I just hope no neighbors were looking out their windows because there 's no denying what they would deliver seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage door and whole step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened waist of my pants up with my right hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and convey your drawers off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind dorsum into the house with my hard-on still partially intact as I watch her ass spring through her dress with each step again. God damn, I want that ass. As instructed, I drop my knickers on the flooring along with my socks and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Bob Dylan )

Mom starts going on a higher floor and I closely follow. It looks like she 's purposefully trying to shove her big ass into my fount, so I slap the veracious cheek as it sways to the side.

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the con of my son 's deal smacking my ass did nothing to decrease my horniness, that 's for sure.

( Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's room and I follow. Is this really about to happen ? Just like that without any conversation first ? I stop at the doorway as she walks to the full-length mirror next to her side of the bed and kicks her highschool hound off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

'' Come unzip me, please. It unzips down my dorsum. ``

( Dylan )

I enter the room and approach her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her school principal forward so her hair falls safely away from the zipper. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her butt. Then I back up a span of feet as she lowers the clothes and drops it to the floor next to her horseshoe. What 's standing in front of me is a study of art and the most beautiful woman I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in front of my son without a care in the globe. The feeling is completely liberating and in some way natural. I watch Bob Dylan take the aspect in from behind as he observes my front in the contemplation, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's breasts are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked goodness end week, but they 're utter this week now that I can see her fully nude. And her ass ! holy diddley. It 's also pure. Plump, round, and house with a little mole on the left cheek. Her twat is shaved with just a niggling bit of dark-brown hair around the area. I can see the c-section scar from when she had me and it does n't turn me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the rest of her does n't birth any early imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my weapon system around her belly with my partial erecting hanging down and pressing against her ass crevice. I reach up and set off massaging her breasts. She lays her head back with unopen eyes, so I bend my head down and protrude kissing the leave alone side of meat of her cervix with her hanker coloured fuzz falling against my chest. I might still be a virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my calendar month of dating this past class. Then she reaches her left hand behind my cervix and starts jerking me off with her right script, fingerbreadth on the underside.

( Jessica )

Feeling my son 's tongue run up and down my neck flavor calming and extremely sexy. And the feel of his dangling hammer pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can tell it 's not erect, so I grab it and lead off pumping. His hands are massaging my breasts and we do n't say a word. All I hear is our respiration. I turn around and stay within his reach, but now his hands drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his eyes hungry with starve and public press my lips against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his mouth and I feel his tongue on mine. Oh yes.

( Dylan )

I can taste the wine from Mom 's lip as our mouths attack each other. I feel her slipping her tongue deep into my mouth, so I return the favor. The speech sound of our breathing and tongue swapping are the only noise in the room. Then she sucks on my knife and pulls her fount away from mine. I see her looking into my eyes, going back and Forth River between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can kiss. `` hang on a minute. '' I reach for my phone to find a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and associate my phone to the bluetooth speaker system in the room as the music starts playing. I toss the phone to the side and fall onto the bed lying on my back. Dylan follows.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and depart licking circles around her properly nipple. It 's getting harder by the indorse, so I latch onto it and suck it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. suck on Mommy 's bosom like a good boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 years ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my teat again. I can tell he 's trying to get as much as he can into his sassing and lightly nibbling on my nipple. Then he pulls back and I pull his head down onto my go forth titty. He devours it.

( Dylan )

Mom 's tits are so big that I 'm not even fill up to fitting one in my mouth. Still, I open panoptic and eat as often of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost like liquid in my back talk. I start nibbling on her gummy left nipple and then suck like I 'm trying to cajole milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arc her back. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

Seeing my 38DD get pulled into Dylan 's mouth and feeling him absorb my tit while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me crazy. Then he pulls up to wait at me and I take the opportunity to push his shoulders so he starts sliding down my naked body. He seems to infer my expectations as he begins kissing my stomach and running his knife down me. I prop a pillow under my head so I can find out his fount disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my knife down Mom 's soft belly, I start to get nervous. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to go down on at it. But, the moment of truth is here and I have to figure out how to do it on-the-fly. So I grab her by the hips and pull her toward the edge of the bed and get on my knees. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the face, inches away. I can already feel its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the edge of the bed, I see Dylan 's grimace disappear with just the top of his head visible. I feel his breathing place inching penny-pinching to my hide. Come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my legs as wide as I can and see his hands come up to stay on my thick inner thigh. Then, he dives in.

( Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her wooden leg wide and I accept the invitation. I run my natural language along the inner rampart of her labia, then I find her clit and take off flicking it up with my lingua. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to bury my face and labour my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's tongue is working my pussy and it 's fantastic. Licking my labia and clitoris were a large startle, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can get wind my succus squishing against his face. This is ecstasy. I grab his hairsbreadth, hold his psyche in topographic point, and get down humping his cheek. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't care less about his parole right now. `` That 's it, let your mother fuck your aspect. ``

( Bob Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her hip onto my face, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to shout out for her to have a go at it my mouth, but my words are muted by her kitty. I can smell and savour her now and she 's dessert in both regards. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my lingua as lots as I can and let her British pound herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' fucking yes. Good boy, Dylan. Eat Momma 's snatch, my gamey son. '' I begin to confuse my snatch up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his human face. I 'm not just fucking his tongue anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the point that his chin gets pulled into my clit and his spit runs down the entirety of my perineum, millimetre away from my virgin asshole. With another position in mind, I let go of his hair and stand up. `` Get on the bed, on your back. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening typeface and lies on the bed.

Once he 's down, I climb onto the bed and straddle his facial expression, grabbing his hair again. `` Stick your tongue back out. '' He does as he 's separate and I start riding my son 's face as I look down at him being smothered.

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my face, her expression is one of pure lust. Getting off is the only affair on her mind right now and I could n't be glad to score it bechance. Her laborious tits are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunity are rare as she grinds at the upper of lightning. She begins pulling my hair harder and bouncing up and down on my tongue as she stares into my oculus biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my ramification start to shake. `` Oh God, baby. I 'm about to cum. Keep licking, do n't stop. ``

( Dylan )

My tongue is completely benumb now. I think I have it extended out, but am not positive. Being used by Mom like this is such a turn on and a real pipe dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, baby ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her psyche back and an blowup of fond wetness splashes into my rima oris and onto my facial expression. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after wave of acute pleasure runs through me and my pegleg tighten against Bob Dylan 's mind as I squirt three times, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his mouth. `` Yeah, swallow all of it. ``

( Dylan )

There 's not much of a flavor, surprisingly. But there was definitely more fluid than I expected. Mom stops rubbing herself against me and scoots back. Then she bends down and starts kissing me.

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His face is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the pond. I bend down to buss him again and clean myself off of his back talk a bit. I slip my tongue back into his oral fissure and dance with his knife. He tastes so Henry Sweet. I pull back up and a strand of my juices and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my dresser. `` Let 's get your shirt and vest off. ``

I unbutton his vest, then shirt, and pull both off over his head and lifted weapon. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the first fourth dimension and he 's in much better embodiment than I previously thought. He has some powerful definition in his thorax, shoulder joint, and blazon. I can also see a duad of veins running down his limb. He does n't have a 6-pack, but his abs are as straight as a add-in. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde tomentum and green eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my butt face. `` What 's that ? ``

( Dylan )

The image of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her immense pap are hanging down, but still firm. Her stomach has a fragile ostentatiousness to it on the front, but the sides are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks incredible. She raises a few inch and scoots back a little more. Then she sits right on top of my penis with it splitting her labia folds. The warmth and wetness feel like zero else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You quick, sweetie ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yes. '' And with that, she raises up about a foot, pulling my dick straight up, then lowers herself back onto me so I 'm all the way inside of her pussy.

( Jessica )

Oh God. The look of fullness is amazing. The difference in girth between him and his begetter makes a earthly concern of difference. I stay still for a few seconds, then bend down to clobber his sassing and tip of his clapper, sit back up, bear on my hairsbreadth back, and set about riding my son 's massive virgin cock with a steady rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly ardent, soft, and slippery. My mom 's hips are going back and forward at a encumber pace, but I 'm in no hurriedness for this to end. I 'm savoring the impression and look of her being in a world of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's shaft feels like it was custom fitted to be inside of me. It 's a mean fit, but oh so pleasurable. I put my custody on his hairless chest of drawers and pop out riding faster. Still not too fast, but at a gait that increases my heart rate. I start mixing in up and down slamming with the grinding.

( Bob Dylan )

With Mom 's manus on my chest, her arms are incidentally pushing her titty together to create deep cleavage. I reach up and run my helping hand between it as her rate increases. A distich of minutes later, she shifts her billet a petty so her left knee is still on the bed, but her proper leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her body angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her forget breast is hanging near my boldness, so I suck it back into my mouth as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

Oh wow. Dylan 's now hitting into my uterine cervix as I increase my pace again and am slamming down onto him. It 's a skillful feeling. `` Oh yes, infant. You like having your mother ride your big cock ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an gravel touch. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a ravening pace as my dick keeps hitting a wall inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right hand, digs her nails into my chest with her lead handwriting, screams out, and starts shaking on top of me. I think she 's cumming again.

( Jessica )

'' AaaaaAAAAHHHH YEEEEESSSS ! ! ! '' My boy is giving me a second sexual climax tonight. How the snake pit is he still a virgin ? His reduplicate pound into my cervix made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll have to commemorate this billet for future use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts opening and closing her legs, like she 's trying to extort the last-place drop of her juices out. She 's got her tit pulled from my mouth and paw on the back of her head now, supporting it as she tilts it back and breathes heavily. Her big tits are swinging forward and back again as she continues slowly rocking on me. It 's such a great eyeshot of her because her back is arched, so her chest is pressed forward. That leads my eye up her neck to her beautiful face, then to her now mussy hair. She looks like the epitome of a horny MILF and she 's mine. And I 'm far from being done with her. I roll her off of my dick and get on my knee joint. `` Get on all IV. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to take away me doggystyle ? '' I assume the position for my buff and soon feel him enter me from behind. Oooh shit, he 's getting even recondite than before.

( Dylan )

Mom 's ass is looking right at me as I plunge back into her pussy. As I go in and out, I get hornier watching her ass brass rippling with every thrusting. They create a small fold at the top where they meet the little of her rear, so I grab the congregation like a handle and set forth driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's hawkshaw tone so good inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can watch him lie with me from behind in the uncut mirror beside the bed. Watching his expressions lets me know I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to take everything from me that he wants. The brain of his cock starts flicking against my g-spot every time he pushes in, so I start pushing back into him.

( Dylan )

Mom and I are now fucking each former like coney in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and check her tits swing around as I control her from posterior. That 's a good look. I can also see her watching me in the reflection. We make eye contact and briefly smiling at each other. Then she looks over her left shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

'' Keep riding me, baby. I want you to cum in me. ``

( Dylan )

That makes me get going pounding her harder with the sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass cheeks growing louder. I move my deal to grab the sides of her pelvic girdle and pull her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my cock inscrutable inside of my mom. There 's no mistaking what 's happening in here if someone from the outside heard us.

( Jessica )

Over and over, my son 's peter hits my g-spot. It 's almost too much to handle. I collapse face-first onto the bed and Bob Dylan stays attached. I see in the mirror that he has put himself in a push-up position and is driving downward into me now. Knowing he wants this as much as I do makes it experience right. Then, I start to feel the tingling inside myself with a wave of joy hit. My hamstrings tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's cock. He does n't slow down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splashes onto me, squirting again like when she was on my grimace. The force-out hits my gumshoe and makes me want to never hold back. The sound in the room is now an obvious wet hammer. I love it. She convulses a few times and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god hoot coming, turd. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's hawkshaw. And he knows how to use it. Then Dylan flips me onto my back so I 'm looking up at him again. I look down and watch his big cock go in and out of me and my brain is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Dylan. shtup Mommy 's pussy and cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. '' I grab his blazon and hold tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my legs around him to rip him closer and snaffle his ass with both hands as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Bob Dylan )

I can feel myself getting close. I watch Mom 's massive titty roll up and down as I hold her rose hip and heave myself into her. What a quite a little that is. Her bridge player are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my glossa into her sass and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our tongues to fuck the early 's mouth. I feel my putz twitch and balls tighten, so I pull my face back to bet at her. She gives me her mephistophelean smirk again and nods. Then I start spraying my cum deep inside her pussy. I ca n't stop fucking her as I spray, it 's instinctive. I 'm trying to shoot my seed as cryptic into her womb as I can get it with the inviolable coming I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his tender semen shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his face the entire time and know I 'm giving him something limited. I feel exceptional because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly catch his hair's-breadth which redirects his eyes to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my live spray of cum into Mom 's vagina and push it in as far as I can. Mom 's biting her lip and I lean down to give her a soft kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my mother and came in her. I 'm no longer a virgin. The feeling is a fiddling confusing because everything that transpired over the hold out 40 minutes was information overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and roll onto my punt beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my turncock from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no regrets. It was an improbable experience. And on top of that, he 's incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting more of that. I turn my headland to my right to look at Bob Dylan as I feel his warm jizz running down onto my ass. `` Deliverer, that was amazing. What 'd you cogitate ? ``

( Dylan )

I turn my question to face at Mom. `` I have no words. It was unbelievable. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're felicitous ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Oh yeah. I want Thomas More of you, Mom. I feel unruly when I 'm near you. I ALWAYS want to rip your clothes off and get inside of you. ``

( Jessica )

'' goodness. ``

( Dylan )

'' We have 3 more nights without Dad, right ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Mon through Midweek off work for us. So we 've got the 24-hour interval, too. And during this time, I 'm all yours. ``

( Dylan )

That news sends a wave of excitement through me. I ca n't await to do this again.

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be honorable, I 'm a little worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your stamina is off the charts. I 'm victimized to being done after about 15 proceedings with your Father-God, so I think I 'm tapping out for the night. ``

( Dylan )

Damn it. `` Okay. I 'll see you in the morning ? ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're not going anywhere. You 're sleeping with me tonight on your dad 's side of the bed. The only rule is we eternal sleep bare. dispense ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' Deal ! '' I feel somewhat hangdog for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's nothing compared to what we 've already done. So screw it.

( Jessica )

We get set for bed together in the master bathroom, sharing immediate glances with each other in the mirror as we brush our teeth beside each other. We finish up and go up into bed under the cover charge. I roll over and give Dylan one more cryptic kiss. `` undecomposed nighttime, my love. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' unspoilt nighttime, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head on Bob Dylan 's chest and he rests his will mitt on my foreland, massaging my scalp with his finger. This is vestal bliss. I lay my left arm across his shank and drift off to kip with my defenseless son under me .