( Jessica )

As I wake up the next dawn with a sore throat courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few time of day ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday good afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a nerve-wracking hebdomad at piece of work. Then finally nighttime happened and I 'm immediately flighty that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our enigma to my married man. That makes me feel fed up to my stomach with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the can doorway with a cloud of steam escaping.

( Trevor )

'' Hey, dear. Sorry I could n't stay awake last nighttime. I passed out at around 9:00. How 'd your intro at piece of work go ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Huh ? Oh, good. '' It 's hard to condense on Trevor 's voice while thinking about what I did last night.

( Trevor )

'' You okay ? ``

( Jessica )

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

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

I give him a nod and he leaves the way wearing an old t-shirt and pajama 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 pecker, balls, and cum flashing through my head instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clit. As I showered last Nox, I wondered how I 'd experience after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no sorrow and am excited to take it further when given the probability. It does n't necessitate long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and complete my morning routine.

I put on the Lapp loose t-shirt from last dark with a duet of lime green yoga pants since my shorts got soaked. My new corps de ballet is not an accident. I know exactly what I 'm doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my hairsbreadth into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty-bellied family unit way and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work email. I go to his spot and as expected, I find him at his desk in front of his study laptop with aurora news on the TV. `` Hey, you hungry ? ``

( Trevor )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Trevor )

'' Yep, looks that way. ``

( Jessica )

'' O.K.. I 'm going to make some orchis and goner. You hang out in here and I 'll bring them in. ``

( Trevor )

'' Thank you, dear. ``

( Jessica )

A few minutes pass by and I 'm adding eggs in the pan when I hear pace ascending the basement stairs, then the room access opens and closes. I keep my back to Dylan and let my yoga pants do their job.

( Dylan )

God. There 's my slut mother making breakfast wear that shirt again with tight yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her bubble butt. There 's an obvious crimp defining her deep butt fissure. It looks like two Lucille Ball divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and tug into her tooshie so that I can easily find her up from behind.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. sunup, babe. '' Dylan pushing against me find good, comforting.

( Dylan )

'' daybreak, Mom. '' I ca n't hold out touching her and wrap my arms around her waist with my custody reaching inside her shirt to massage the undersurface of her tit. Then I start grinding my pants-covered hawkshaw into her ass crack.

( Jessica )

'' Mmmmmm. '' Trevor is a pap 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 future. I got the hint, though, and stopped asking about 5 year 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 big and lets me bang it still looks effective to someone.

( Dylan )

I want to tear Mom 's skin-tight pants off right now and bury my face in her fat, but tight ass. Just seeing it last Night and this good morning was enough to give me an erecting. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic spirit from last night. I squeeze a trivial tighter and scratch increasing my gait in an attempt to dry hump her bum. She puts her mitt out on the counter to brace herself, gives a agile sexy moan, then looks back at me.

( Jessica )

'' Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels ripe. But not now. Your Father is in his office and could walk in here any second. We have to be smart. ``

( Dylan )

Like I give a damn. I 'm compress deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her face hugging my erection as I move it up and down with her organic structure rocking back and Forth River against the return. I 'm tempted to take both of our pant off.

( Jessica )

Having my son 's big virgin dick creating detrition between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to think it happening without pants on, then commemorate our current situation and regain composure. `` Dylan, NOT now. '' I take his handwriting off my breasts and push his rosehip away to sour around and see a massive pants tent on his private parts. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Yeah, o.k.. ``

( Jessica )

'' Your dad let me know he 's going out of township next Sat for a few days. So until then, we 're just mom and son. Understand ? ``

( Dylan )

'' I got it. '' Damn, a unharmed calendar week. I desperately want to bang my mom right now and would do anything to convince her to let me. But I ca n't force it and ruin what I have. I need to be saucy and play along.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

Oh yeah. Feeling my mom 's mouth again sends a Wave of satisfaction over my consistency. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a plate of nut and gives a flirty smirk.

( Jessica )

'' Now go eat downstairs so your dad does n't catch a glimpse of your big hard-on. '' God shucks, that kid 's got a near dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the goner and take Trevor 's food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the calculator. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no approximation I just had our son 's good morning wood between mine. That sends a quiver of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to relish my food alone in the kinfolk elbow room, happily thinking about what just happened and how excited I am for a calendar week from today. I 'm going to direct my son 's virginity.

Saturday goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Monday drags on for timelessness. Tuesday, just four twenty-four hours away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Thursday 's done. We get past Friday as well as another sexless week with Trevor.

FINALLY, Saturday is here again. Dylan was a upright boy all hebdomad and respected my wishes. I did catch 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 hold open him wanting more. There was only one person in my life I was trying to yarn-dye 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 morning. I do n't really know what to do with myself, so I finish chores around the house until I hear shuffling coming up the basement step at about 8:00. Dylan emerges from the door looking at me with squinted eyes. `` near aurora, sweetie. ``

( Dylan )

'' Morning. What are you doing ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Stuff around the house. ``

( 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. ``

( Dylan )

I want him gone now. `` Oh. Okay. '' I do n't really know how to approach today since I 've been instructed to not do anything with Dad around. And when he does give, 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 take me out somewhere dainty to eat tonight since it 'll just be the two of us ? A quixotic date. ``

( Dylan )

I do n't induce a job to pay for a meal and I do n't own a car. This is going to feel like a mom taking her piddling kid somewhere fun to eat. Just as I 'm about to respond, she saves me from the embarrassment.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

I feel a little better about that arrangement. `` okeh, that sounds good. What clip ? ``

( Jessica )

'' I looked online and the restaurant has an accessibility at 6:00, so let 's lead at 5:15. And DRESS UP. We 're going somewhere nice, so you ca n't go in wearing sweats and a baseball game 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 separate means. I do n't see him the rest of the day as we stay busy doing our own things. 3:00 comes and Trevor gives me the now all-too-familiar fast mountain on the brass as he leaves with his luggage. No matter since I 'm no longer dependent on him for satisfying my sexual needs. I head to the victor bath to shower and start primping. I feel excitement and happiness as I begin preparing myself for my son, knowing what 's to come later.

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mom, are you coming ? ! ``

( Jessica )

'' Yeah, I 'll be right down ! '' I turn to the full-length mirror by the bed for one net review of my appearance and know there 's no way he 'll be able to contain himself tonight. commission accomplished.

( Jessica )

The mirror 's thoughtfulness gives me a full view of myself in a sleeveless wine red midi cocktail dress that cuts off at the knees. It has a deep v-neck with see-through mesh detailing on the binge and lace trimming on the bodice. The bust has built-in padding to really shit my segmentation pop and the back zips up. There 's a side split on the left leg of the bird with crenate lace edging. I 'm not wearing underwear because the dress is fairly tight in the hips, so I want to keep it perfectly shaped.

The high cad are matching in color and assistant to make my ass feel stronger. My haircloth is down and I made sure it has batch of loudness. The makeup took about 30 minutes to utilize, but looks on tip. The smokey eyeshadow, dark pink lip rouge, and medium length press-on gel fingernails with Patrick White tips complete the feel. I 'm feeling very convinced in myself as I grab my black leather wrist band and head downstairs to meet my son.

( Dylan )

As Mom starts coming down the step, I see she 's wearing eminent bounder and a dress. Then she comes into wax view and I can barely curb myself. She looks elegant, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous. I 've never seen her facial expression like this before and stand speechless shaking my head in unbelief. Her tit look immaculate in that dress. Surprisingly, my pet share about the look might be her pilus. It looks so wide-cut and sexy, like it was professionally styled. Holy shit, she 's SO hot.

( Jessica )

As Dylan stands there shaking his read/write head looking me up and down, I ca n't help but to smile. He 's hooked. `` What do you think ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Wow. You look ... unbelievable. So upright. ``

( Jessica )

As I let his eyes survey me, I 'm also checking him out. His dirty blonde tomentum is neatly styled and he 's wearing a tripping blue dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned, black dress pants and shoes, and a black 5-button vest with the buttocks button undone. I can also see a fateful bash with a silver warp peeking out from under the vest. Aside from gifts from family, I 've bought all of his apparel for him. And with him only being 18, he does n't have got an extensive wardrobe. I know this is about the nicest kit he could put together with what he has, so I certainly apprise his clothing selection for our day of the month. And he looks damn sound in it, too. Maybe it 's the way the vest skeleton him, but he looks more gymnastic than usual. I 'd love 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. Mama likes. You make to go ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Yep. ``

( Jessica )

I 'm sure enough to walk in front of him on our way to the garage so he can watch me from behind and I immediately feel his eyes on me. I also feel something else at the same fourth dimension that I have n't felt in old age ... butterflies. This is so exciting.

( Bob Dylan )

As Mom walks in forepart of me down the entrance hall to our service department, I have a perfect tense view of her ass as each cheek shifts with every step she takes. I swear she 's trying to put on a show and she 's doing a great job with it. I can also smell her essence and shampoo in the air and it 's intoxicating. This is a woman who knows to handle and give herself confidently unlike girls in school who are incertain of themselves or try too hard to be seen. Mom does n't even have to try, she naturally pulls my center in her focussing. Her authority is a huge tour on. We reach the car and attract out of the garage in muteness. I 'm excited, but also very nervous.

( Jessica )

We live just outside a major city and the restaurant is downtown, so there 's traffic to battle at 5:30 on a Saturday night in the summer. After a 40-minute drive with some small-scale talk of the town included, we reach our destination. This is a 4-star Daniel Chester French restaurant with a dress code that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan 's forget side and cop my arm under his so we walk in together. When we enter the lobby, we 're greeted by the hosts and shown our table.

I can palpate most citizenry looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the place. I wonder if they 're looking at me, Bob Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am sure many of the womanhood are jealous of my date. Even though we 're mom and son, they do n't have it off that and I do n't plan on letting them come to that conclusion. We get seated at a table in the back corner away from most of the other patrons and are greeted by our 30-something waitress, Caitlin, a few seconds after we sit.

( Caitlin )

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

( Jessica )

'' first of all time for both of us. ``

( Caitlin )

'' Great. Is it a special affair ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Yes, this is our first engagement. '' Just then, I catch a glance of jealousy from Caitlin and love it. That 's right, this hot offspring guy is mine. I see Dylan crack a grinning across the table. From there, we place our drink Holy Order. Dylan goes with H2O while I ordination a very expensive drinking glass of red wine.

( Dylan )

'' beginning date, huh ? You think she bought it ? ``

( Jessica )

'' Hahaha ! ! ! Yeah, she bought it. But it 's also true. There 's nobody else around tonight, so we 're free to be ourselves and not just mom and son. commend the rules. 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 scene of upheaval run through my veins.

deglutition came, we ordered food, Sir Thomas More drinks came, we ate, and a last daily round of drinks came. My son, having only had piddle all Night, is completely sober. I, on the former hand, am definitely tiddly and feeling uninhibited. As we make small talking, I stretch my shoe out under the board and detect his leg. I start rubbing it, trying to get as close to his crotch as I can before realizing I ca n't get it as high-pitched as I want. Damn being only 5'5 '' with short stage. With that realization, I finish my tertiary Methedrine of wine and put my credit card in the hindrance folder. Caitlin comes by to grab it and I reach my hand across the tabular array to support 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 desire to go back habitation ? '' Can I be self-assertive now and tell her everything I want to do to her ? This situation is still ill-chosen and weird, but my hormones do n't give a shit.

( Jessica )

'' Okay. Then what ? '' I 'm rum to see how he handles this conversation. Plus, since I 'm feeling effects of the wine-colored, I want to butterfly and mess with his forefront a bit.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

What happened to the controlling face fucker from a 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 ready to go ? ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' You drive. '' I hand him the keys and stand up to impart. As he steps toward me, I again hook my arm under his left arm and rest my read/write head on his shoulder on our way out. Maybe it 's because of the rut Trevor and I have fallen into, but the forcible joining with Bob Dylan feels special. Like he 's my man. Every second we 're touching each early, I cherish.

( Dylan )

As we approach the exit, I let her walk slightly ahead of me and I downcast my left hand to guide her blue vertebral column. But I feel my hired man rest atop the shelf that is her behind cheek and decide to let it drop so that the buttock is in my palm. I rub it around and feel no underwear line of reasoning. My mom is going commando and it feels amazing. I give a flying hug and marvel at its combination of resoluteness and softness.

( Jessica )

THERE he is. I give a slight yelping and grinning panoptic as my son grabs my ass. Yeah, there wo n't be any film in our house tonight.

We get in the car and Dylan pulls us out of the parking lot. I 'm sitting in the passenger backside so that the snag on the wench component of my attire clearly exposes nigh of my left leg to him. After about 10 bit of driving, I 've seen him look over from the quoin 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 cabinet and deplumate his right hand onto my exposed thigh and leave it there for him to do what he wants.

( Dylan )

Mom 's leg tone so smooth and hairless. This is the first time I 've touched her skin below her belly push and it 's making my dick grow. As I slide it up, I can feel a substantial amount of oestrus hit my hand. Neither of us is saying anything, just enjoying the touching. I look over and she 's got her school principal tilted back with her center closed.

( Jessica )

His finger are only about 6 in from my vagina now and my leg 's quivering a little bit. This effort family could never be brusque enough. He starts squeezing my inner thigh and rubbing up and down as my pussycat is crying to be penetrated. I do n't conceive he can reach far enough to get inside. DAMN IT !

( Bob Dylan )

I ca n't reach far enough to get my fingers into her. DAMN IT ! After about 5 minutes of squeezing and rubbing Mom 's leg, I pull my hand back to finish up the movement abode. But then she unhooks her seat belt and leans over.

( Jessica )

I 'm not waiting another 15 instant to get home. I 'm pulling him out of those drawers rightfulness now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts feverishly unlatching my belt and unzips my pant to break my erection. She wastes no fourth dimension in stuffing it in her lip and going up and down. God shit, I 'm getting road head from my mother now.

( Jessica )

Dylan 's penis flavor at menage in my rima oris. I 'd love to go rampantly on it, but ca n't leave a mess or stains in the car. I carefully bob up and down on about the top 4 inch and twitch the bottom 4 remaining inches with my veracious hand.

( Dylan )

As Mom goes up and down on me, I rest my right hand on the vertebral column of her point and try to screw her lip while maintaining control of the car. This is difficult to equilibrise. I decide to shorten my pelvic movement and let her control most of it. She starts twisting her head 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 wing of us and the driver blows his trump. He must receive caught a glimpse of what 's happening. If he only knew what 's actually happening right now ...

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

It 's probably been about 5 minute now and she 's come up for a nimble schnorkel just once. She 's loudly slurping on it in an effort to continue 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 weigh as long as the seat and car 's interior arrest clean. I 'm the one who does his laundry anyway. I can feel his dick grow a small more and his egg tighten.

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Mm-hm. Mmmmmm. '' Dylan 's cum splashes into my mouth with multiple nebuliser that I quickly suck down to preclude a hatful. Unlike last week when load after load was deposited down my throat, these servings of my boy 's seed are hitting my clapper and getting tasted. And it tastes so respectable. A little bitter, but still with some sweetness mixed in. And it 's THICK to the stage that I feel like I should chew it before swallowing. This scene is so hot. spray, draft, spray, gulp, atomiser, gulp.

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

( Dylan )

God, that felt so just. I look over at Mom and she 's staring at me with a roguish smirk and wiping the quoin of her mouthpiece. Such a slut.

( Jessica )

'' leave it hanging out of your pants as we pull into the garage. '' After giving him route head, I 'm more deform on than ever and determined to have sex my son 's head out tonight.

( Bob Dylan )

The firm 's nominal head Light 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 have seen. Once we 're completely inside, I lower the garage door and step out of the car holding the saliva-dampened waist of my pants up with my veracious hand.

( Jessica )

'' Get inside and take your pants off. ``

( Dylan )

I follow Mom from behind back into the house with my erection still partially inviolate as I watch her ass bounce through her attire with each footprint again. God hoot, I want that ass. As apprise, I drop my knickers on the flooring along with my socks and shoes.

( Jessica )

'' Come on. ``

( Dylan )

Mom starts going upstairs and I closely follow. It looks like she 's purposefully trying to stuff her big ass into my face, so I slap the right cheek as it sways to the side.

( Jessica )

'' Ooh ! I like that. '' Feeling the sting of my son 's hand smacking my ass did nil to decrease my hotness, that 's for sure.

( Dylan )

She goes into her and Dad 's room and I follow. Is this really about to befall ? 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 heights heels off. I see her looking at me in the reflection.

( Jessica )

'' semen unzip me, please. It unzips down my spinal column. ``

( Dylan )

I enter the room and approach her from behind, bottomless. She tilts her pass forward so her whisker falls safely away from the zipper. I reach out and slowly unzip her dress until it reaches its end at the top of her rear end. Then I back up a yoke of feet as she lowers the wearing apparel and drops it to the floor following to her shoes. What 's standing in front of me is a piece of work of art and the most beautiful cleaning lady I 've ever seen.

( Jessica )

Here I am, fully naked in front of my son without a care in the cosmos. The opinion is completely liberating and somehow natural. I watch Dylan conduct the persuasion in from behind as he observes my nominal head in the reflectivity, wondering what 's going through his mind.

( Dylan )

Mom 's boob are MASSIVE and perfectly round. They looked expert go week, but they 're arrant this week now that I can see her fully nude. And her ass ! Holy shit. It 's also staring. Plump, round, and firm with a little mole on the left boldness. Her pussy is shaved with just a little bit of brown hair around the area. I can see the cesarean delivery scar from when she had me and it does n't plow me off at all. If anything, I appreciate the imperfection more since the relaxation of her does n't stimulate any other imperfections. She looks like a goddess.

I step up to her as she watches me in the mirror and put my arms around her breadbasket with my partial erecting hanging down and pressing against her ass crack. I reach up and start massaging her bosom. She lays her headway back with close eye, so I bend my promontory down and protrude kissing the left side of her neck with her long dark fuzz falling against my chest. I might still be a Virgin, but kissing was the one thing I nailed down during my month of dating this past year. Then she reaches her left hand behind my neck and starts jerking me off with her right hand, finger's breadth on the underside.

( Jessica )

look my son 's glossa run up and down my neck flavour calming and extremely sexy. And the feeling of his dangling cock pressing against my ass is heavenly. I can state it 's not erect, so I grab it and protrude pumping. His hands are massaging my chest and we do n't say a Scripture. All I hear is our breathing. I turn around and remain within his compass, but now his hands drop to my ass cheeks and I keep jerking him. I look up into his eyes hungry with lustfulness and press my lips against his. To my surprise, he immediately opens his back talk and I feel his knife on mine. Oh yes.

( Dylan )

I can taste the wine-colored from Mom 's lips as our mouthpiece attack each other. I feel her slipping her tongue oceanic abyss into my mouth, so I return the favour. The sound of our breathing and spit swapping are the only haphazardness in the elbow room. Then she sucks on my tongue and pulls her face away from mine. I see her looking into my oculus, going back and forth between the two.

( Jessica )

God, this kid can osculate. `` bent on a s. '' I reach for my phone to find a playlist called BDSM : Dominatrix & Submissive and connect my phone to the bluetooth speaker in the room as the euphony starts playing. I toss the sound to the side and fall onto the bed lying on my back. Dylan follows.

( Dylan )

As Mom lies back, I hover over her and start licking circles around her right teat. It 's getting harder by the secondly, so I latch onto it and suck it into my mouth.

( Jessica )

'' Oh yes, Dylan. sucking on Mommy 's titties like a good boy. '' I get flashbacks of breastfeeding him nearly 20 years ago and never thought I 'd be feeding him my nipples again. I can separate he 's trying to get as much as he can into his mouth and lightly nibbling on my nipple. Then he pulls back and I pull his mind down onto my left knocker. He devours it.

( Dylan )

Mom 's tits are so big that I 'm not even close to fitting one in my mouth. Still, I open wide-cut and eat as practically of it as I can. It 's really soft and moves almost the like liquid state in my mouth. I start nibbling on her gummy left mammilla and then suck like I 'm trying to palaver Milk from it. I hear her inhale sharply and arch her rachis. She must be liking this.

( Jessica )

eyesight my 38DD get pulled into Dylan 's mouthpiece and feeling him blow my nipple while circling his wet tongue around it is driving me half-baked. Then he pulls up to wait at me and I take the opportunity to push his shoulders so he starts sliding down my naked soundbox. He seems to understand my expectations as he begins kissing my venter and running his tongue down me. I prop a pillow under my head so I can see his face disappear between my legs.

( Dylan )

As I run my tongue down Mom 's lenient belly, I start to get uneasy. I know she wants me to eat her out, but I 've never done this before. I 'm going to suck 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 hip and rend her toward the edge of the bed and get on my human knee. My mom 's vagina is staring me in the typeface, inches away. I can already finger its warmth.

( Jessica )

As I get pulled to the edge of the bed, I see Dylan 's face disappear with just the top of his head visible. I feel his breath inching closer to my tegument. Come on, do it. The anticipation is killing me. I spread my leg as encompassing as I can and see his hands come up to roost on my stocky internal thigh. Then, he dives in.

( Bob Dylan )

Mom invites me in by spreading her legs all-embracing and I accept the invitation. I run my tongue along the interior paries of her labia, then I find her clit and start flicking it up with my natural language. She 's already wet and there 's no working around it, so I decide to swallow up my face and crowd my tongue in as far as I can get it.

( Jessica )

OH YES ! ! ! My son 's tongue is working my pussy and it 's howling. Licking my labia and clit were a great start, but having him inside me was what I wanted. I know I was already wet and can find out my juices squishing against his fount. This is ecstasy. I grab his fuzz, confine his head in station, and take off humping his face. I hear him mumbling something, but could n't give care less about his discussion right now. `` That 's it, let your mother fuck your nerve. ``

( Dylan )

Mom is thrashing her pelvis onto my face, seemingly uncontrollably, and it 's unbelievably hot. I try to yell for her to fuck my sass, but my words are muted by her kitty-cat. I can smell and smack her now and she 's sweet in both regard. I ca n't get enough of either and bury myself harder into her. I straighten my tongue as much as I can and let her Irish pound herself onto it.

( Jessica )

'' Fuck yes. Good boy, Bob Dylan. Eat mommy 's pussy, my naughty son. '' I begin to throw my snatch up and down violently so that I smear myself all over his face. I 'm not just fucking his natural language anymore, I 'm now fucking HIS face to the point that his Kuki-Chin gets pulled into my clitoris and his tongue runs down the totality of my perineum, mm away from my virgin asshole. With another perspective in intellect, I let go of his haircloth and stand up. `` Get on the bed, on your vertebral column. '' He looks at me obediently with a glistening aspect and lies on the bed.

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

( Dylan )

Looking up at Mom as she sits on my side, her expression is one of pure lecherousness. Getting off is the solely affair on her mind right now and I could n't be happy to make it happen. Her heavy pap are swinging forward and back as she grinds herself onto me. I gasp for air with difficulty since the opportunities are rare as she grinds at the focal ratio of lightning. She begins pulling my hair harder and bouncing up and down on my lingua as she stares into my eyes biting her lip.

( Jessica )

I feel my ramification startle to stir. `` Oh God, baby. I 'm about to cum. Keep licking, do n't cease. ``

( Dylan )

My tongue is completely numb 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 actual dream come true.

( Jessica )

'' Here it comes, baby ! ``

( Dylan )

She throws her psyche back and an explosion of quick wetness splashes into my mouth and onto my face. My mom is squirting as she sits on my face.

( Jessica )

'' Swallow it. '' Wave after undulation of intense pleasure runs through me and my legs tighten against Dylan 's head as I squirt three times, heavily. I look down at him swallowing me as I keep lightly rubbing my pussy onto his mouth. `` Yeah, eat up all of it. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Hahahaha ! ! ! His brass is dripping wet, like he just climbed out of the pool. I bend down to buss him again and pick myself off of his lips a bit. I slip my tongue back into his mouthpiece and dancing with his natural language. He tastes so sweet. I pull back up and a strand of my juice and our spit stays connected. It then disconnects from him and falls onto my chest of drawers. `` Let 's get your shirt and enthrone off. ``

I unbutton his singlet, then shirt, and pull both off over his head word and lifted weapon system. As I sit on his waist, I look down at him topless for the number 1 prison term and he 's in much better shape than I previously thought. He has some brawny definition in his chest, shoulders, and branch. I can also see a couple of veins running down his blazon. He does n't have a 6-pack, but his abs are as flat as a board. He looks like he should be a surfer with his dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Then, I feel the tip of his peter skirmish against my butt cheek. `` What 's that ? ``

( Dylan )

The image of Mom sitting naked on top of me is a showstopper. Her huge pap are hanging down, but still house. Her tummy has a slight pomposity to it on the front, but the sides are straight. She 's almost 40 and looks incredible. She raises a few inches and scoots back a little more. Then she sits right on top of my penis with it splitting her labia crease. The warmness and wetness feel like aught else. She smiles and starts slowly grinding back and forth.

( Jessica )

'' You ready, sweetie ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

Oh God. The intuitive feeling of comprehensiveness is amazing. The difference in cinch between him and his forefather makes a human race of dispute. I stay still for a few arcsecond, then bend down to lick his lips and tip of his tongue, sit back up, labour my hair back, and pop riding my son 's monumental virgin rooster with a steadily rhythm.

( Dylan )

This feels amazingly lovesome, soft, and slippery. My mom 's rose hip are going back and forward at a restrain pace, but I 'm in no hastiness for this to end. I 'm savoring the feeling and look of her being in a world of her own on top of me.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

With Mom 's hands on my chest, her arms are incidentally pushing her breasts together to create thick segmentation. I reach up and run my hand between it as her stride increases. A couple of minutes later, she shifts her place a little so her left knee is still on the bed, but her right leg is halfway propping her up like a kickstand with her torso angled to my right. She starts slamming into my pelvis and I feel myself bottoming out in her. Her depart tit is hanging near my face, so I suck it back into my sassing as she pounds me.

( Jessica )

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

( Bob Dylan )

'' Mmm-hmmm. '' This truly is an baffle impression. I want it again after tonight. Mom is pounding herself down onto me now at a esurient pace as my dick dungeon hitting a bulwark inside of her. She grabs the headboard with her right hired man, digs her nails into my dresser with her left 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 climax tonight. How the hell is he still a virgin ? His restate pound into my cervix made me cum pretty quickly. I 'll have to commend this place for future use. I really want him to cum in me now.

( Dylan )

Mom starts opening and closing her ramification, like she 's trying to hale the last fall of her juice out. She 's got her tit pulled from my mouth and hired man on the backrest 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 view of her because her back is arched, so her pectus is pressed forward. That leads my oculus up her cervix to her beautiful face, then to her now messy 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 putz and get on my knees. `` Get on all fours. ``

( Jessica )

'' You want to choose me doggystyle ? '' I assume the spatial relation for my lover and soon feel him enroll me from behind. Oooh Irish bull, he 's getting even thick 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 aroused watching her ass impudence ripple with every thrust. They create a small fold at the top where they meet the small of her binding, so I grab the fold like a handle and start driving hard.

( Jessica )

My son 's prick feels so respectable inside of me. I 'm at a position on the bed where I can keep an eye on him fuck me from behind in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Watching his saying lets me know I 'm giving him exactly what he wants and needs. I want him to shoot everything from me that he wants. The mind 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 other like rabbit in heat. I look in the mirror beside the bed and watch her mamilla swing around as I control her from stern. That 's a expert looking at. I can also see her watching me in the thoughtfulness. We make eye contact and briefly smile at each early. Then she looks over her left hand shoulder at me with her seductive eyes.

( Jessica )

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

( Dylan )

That makes me originate pounding her harder with the sound of my pelvis smacking into her ample ass impudence growing louder. I move my men to seize the sides of her hips and pull her into me as much as possible as I continue driving my dick thick 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 cock smasher my g-spot. It 's almost too practically to treat. I collapse face-first onto the bed and Dylan stays attached. I see in the mirror that he has put himself in a push-up situation and is driving downward into me now. Knowing he wants this as a good deal as I do makes it sense right. Then, I start to find the tingle inside myself with a wave of pleasure hit. My hamstrings tighten and I cum AGAIN all over my son 's stopcock. He does n't slow down, though, he keeps pounding me. `` Oooooooh God ! I 'm cumming again ! ``

( Dylan )

'' Uh-huh. '' Mom splash onto me, squirting again like when she was on my human face. The military group hits my tool and makes me want to never stop. The speech sound in the room is now an obvious wet throb. I love it. She convulses a few sentence and it feels like her vagina is hugging me from the inside. Wow.

( Jessica )

3 god tinker's damn orgasms, cocksucker. I really ca n't get enough of my son 's dick. 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 ascertain his big cock go in and out of me and my brain is firing on all sexual cylinders. `` Yes, Bob Dylan. shag Mommy 's cunt and cum in me. I want it. apply it to me. '' I grab his arms and hold tightly as he drives into me. Then I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer and take hold of his ass with both hands as he continues plowing my wet box.

( Dylan )

I can feel myself getting close. I watch Mom 's monolithic tits roll up and down as I hold her hips and heave myself into her. What a mass that is. Her custody are squeezing my ass as she fucks me back from underneath. I lean down and shove my knife into her rima oris and she receives me with a moan. We 're both gasping for air as we use our tongues to roll in the hay the other 's mouth. I feel my tool twitch and lump tighten, so I pull my grimace back to look at her. She gives me her devilish 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 rich into her uterus as I can get it with the strongest orgasm I 've ever felt. I want to breed my own mother.

( Jessica )

I feel his strong semen shoot deep into me, again and again. I watch his look the entire time and know I 'm giving him something special. I feel special because of that. I let go of his ass and lightly catch his hair which redirects his oculus to mine. `` I love you, Dylan. ``

( Bob Dylan )

'' I love you, Mom. '' I release my shoemaker's last 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 cushy kiss.

We did it. I just fucked my female parent and came in her. I 'm no longer a Virgo. The belief is a fiddling confusing because everything that transpired over the last 40 minute was data overload. But I also feel awesome. Completely euphoric. I pull out from Mom and rolling onto my back beside her. There 's an audible wet plop when I unhook my hammer from her. This is amazing.

( Jessica )

I just took my son 's virginity and have no rue. It was an unbelievable experience. And on top of that, he 's incredible in bed. I will definitely be getting more of that. I turn my top dog to my right to look at Dylan as I feel his strong jizz running down onto my ass. `` Jesus, that was amazing. What 'd you think ? ``

( Dylan )

I turn my head to reckon at Mom. `` I have no words. It was unbelievable. ``

( Jessica )

'' You 're happy ? ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' trade good. ``

( Bob Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' Uh-huh. Not only that, but I took Monday through Wednesday off work for us. So we 've got the day, too. And during this time, I 'm all yours. ``

( Dylan )

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

( Jessica )

'' I 'll be dependable, I 'm a minuscule worn out after that 40-minute fuckfest. Your staying power is off the charts. I 'm employ to being done after about 15 minutes with your father, so I think I 'm tapping out for the dark. ``

( 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 solely formula is we sleep bare. make out ? ``

( Dylan )

'' Deal ! '' I feel somewhat shamed for sleeping with Mom in Dad 's bed, but that 's nada compared to what we 've already done. So be intimate it.

( Jessica )

We get ready for bed together in the sea captain lav, sharing immediate glances with each other in the mirror as we brush our teeth beside each former. We finish up and climb into bed under the cover charge. I roll over and pay Dylan one more deep kiss. `` Good nighttime, my love. ``

( Dylan )

'' full dark, Mom. ``

( Jessica )

I lay my head teacher on Dylan 's pectus and he rests his will manus on my head, massaging my scalp with his fingerbreadth. This is saturated bliss. I lay my left arm across his shank and roam off to sleep with my naked son under me .