It's been lupus erythematosus than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the vacation. I had to allow in that my trivial boy isn't so picayune any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking care of his body with good food and exercise. Anything a good mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be Thomas More proud of him. The funny affair was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorcement years ago, working my job at the department depot full clock time, getting along with the neighbors and the relief of the mob. There were a few play here and there, but there was not much to lecture or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, honey ! It's clip for dinner !"

"Sure affair, mom ! Just grant me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening repast. My especial spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to honour him for his hard body of work. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for employment after he graduates. I was happy. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would distract me from having a lovely dark with my son. No to a lesser extent that a few second later, he appeared, dressed in a white pixilated try-on bingle and short pants, smiling his million dollar smile. A strapping youth man with pectoral of blade and broad berm. Six foot tall. short, neatly kept brown tomentum. Dashing Brown middle. So very bountiful. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my full eubstance exposed for Alan to see. I used to fag at least some clothes while I was around the house like a proper grown charwoman, but after that foreign thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to dress myself while I'm in the theater. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done more. I settled down in the opposite chairwoman to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my young person. My peel was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my exercise regime. The lonesome seat where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, down in the mouth eyed and I kept my medium distance tomentum in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

"Ah ! Spaghetti ! My favourite ! You the dud, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

We had dinner like a formula family would have. We chatted about each other's day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did thing that went with our weekend routine, like clean the menage, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the lulu, Alan casually turned to me.

"Hey, mom. Do you have any afters ?"

"You don't have to ask, Alan. I have it right in the fridge. Don't you worry !"

We had ice cream in the living elbow room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowlful, so we chatted some more, shooting the breeze. I was half laying on the couch with both legs tucked across from me, my giant tits resting on the arm quietus. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice ointment. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the table next to him and smacks his lips.

"home made ice emollient. Always the best."

"sword lily you like it, Alan. You used to eat that even when you were a kid."

"In any example, mom, I think it's time for yours."

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to stir up up, and juice started to seep out of my reveal pussy, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his trunks to root for them straight down along with his underwear. His rod sprang upward and throbbed. As soon as I saw it, I could not suppress my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my heading switched on, and all I could believe about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock music hard pith, shaped and as inviolable as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the to a greater extent it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not discontinue myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his legs open for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar grin while my in good order hand wrapped around the buns of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the succus to ooze out the oral sex. I gave it a long slug with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on solid ground. I had tasted many dicks in my young person, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the secure one. Just the right texture and speck. The right duration and shape. I did not even know why I thought like that. In fact, I couldn't think. All I wanted to do was to get this gustatory modality all over the interior of my rima oris, and before I knew it, I had sucked the intact length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it extend my mouth and lashing it with my lingua. Having done this so many clip, my throat had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the principal. My hullabaloo amplified as I tasted to a greater extent of him, and I started a calm musical rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's pecker feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't aid. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty trophy that I was working it towards. All this while, my free hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my succus flowing like a falls onto the floor.

"That's it, Mary."I heard him groan,"Suck it hard. You know you want that touchwood. soak up it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hand while licking my sass intensely,"Yeah, child. reach mommy your hot toothsome sperm cell !"

My pass slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny trivial MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him thrill uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clitoris were stroking fast as I felt the heat Menachem Begin to moil over. He reached his vertex quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heating in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy cosmic string, and tasted as sweet-smelling as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in pleasure as I caved, my kitty-cat convulsing hard from an earth shattering coming, continuing to lock my sass and jerking his putz with them. More and Sir Thomas More of his burden spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting head, lashing it with my tongue until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the headway, and proceeded to squelch the compendium of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a blue-belly draft down, I swallowed his intact warhead, gasping happily after.

I looked up at my son to see him grinning and panting. I gave him a naughty smile,"Your mother's such a whore for your cum desserts, hey ?"

"snake pit, yes. She is."He chuckled.

I spend the succeeding few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent pecker, my index finger giving my pussy a sluggish wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the mess we made before going about our tardily evening number as formula. All the spell, whenever I thought about my son's stopcock, I could not hold back getting so energise. I had never thought that giving Alan head and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of uncouth sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a happy smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to catch some Z's .