It's been LE than a month since my son, Alan, came domicile from college for the holidays. I had to admit that my lilliputian boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a responsible young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking forethought of his body with good food and exercise. Anything a right mom would love to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be 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 divorce years ago, working my job at the section stock full sentence, getting along with the neighbors and the relief of the class. There were a few drama here and there, but there was not a lot to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

"Alan, beloved ! It's time for dinner !"

"Sure matter, mom ! Just move over me a sec !"

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My peculiar spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly just mind to reward him for his heavily workplace. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for work after he graduates. I was happy. On Cloud 9. There was not a lot on my mind that would perturb me from having a lovely night with my son. No less that a few moment later, he appeared, dressed in a white tight fitting single and shortstop, smiling his million dollar grinning. A strapping young man with musculus pectoralis of sword and unspecific shoulders. Six foot tall. shortstop, neatly kept brown whisker. Dashing John Brown eyes. So very fine-looking. 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 entire consistence exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some clothes while I was around the planetary house like a proper grown adult female, but after that strange affair that my son did to me when he came home base, I just did not want to dress myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even take care if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Sir Thomas More. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My tegument was placid and light. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my body because of my workout regimen. The just seat where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped pinhead. I was a blonde, blue eyed and I kept my sensitive length hair 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 deary ! You the bomb, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

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

"Hey, mom. Do you accept any dessert ?"

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

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

"family made ice cream. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juice started to seep out of my exposed snatch, staining the couch. I watched his hands reach for his shorts to pull 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 promontory switched on, and all I could retrieve about was sliding it into my mouth. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 inches of rock surd meat, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the Sir Thomas More I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my face towards it. I could not hold on myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his legs give for me to get cheeseparing, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right hand wrapped around the bottomland of his beam to stroke him, coaxing the succus to seep out the heading. I gave it a long punch with my lingua, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no early taste on Earth. I had tasted many putz in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the practiced one. Just the right texture and tinge. The right length and conformation. 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 appreciation all over the interior of my lip, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire length in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it dilute my backtalk and lashing it with my tongue. Having done this so many prison term, my pharynx had taken the shape of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My turmoil amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steadily rhythm, enjoying this man sum that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's dick feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most proscribe thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't tending. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty loot that I was working it towards. All this while, my justify hand was stroking my enflamed button, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor.

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

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my hired man while licking my lips intensely,"Yeah, baby. founder mummy your hot scrumptious sperm !"

My headway slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and steamy petty MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shudder uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, question rolled back and gradually arcing. My digit on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the rut Menachem Begin to roil over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my oral fissure. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy chain, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a deliver moan in joy as I caved, my twat convulsing hard from an earth shattering climax, continuing to mesh my lips and jerking his tool with them. Thomas More and to a greater extent of his load spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting brain, lashing it with my spit until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the head, and proceeded to squelch the assemblage of cum in my mouth, tasting the sweetness like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift swig down, I swallowed his entire load, gasping happily after.

I looked up at my son to see him grinning and panting. I gave him a naughty smiling,"Your female parent's such a cyprian for your cum dessert, hey ?"

"perdition, yes. She is."He chuckled.

I spend the next few minute cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent dick, my index digit giving my slit a slow malarkey down massage. Afterwards, he helped me clean up the messiness we made before going about our belatedly eve procedure as normal. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's turncock, I could not stop getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan question and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of usual sensation. It was almost affected, 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 log Z's .