It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came dwelling from college for the holiday. I had to admit that my footling boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a creditworthy youthful man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking caution of his body with good food for thought and exercise. Anything a serious mom would sleep together to see their lovely, growing offspring to become. I could never be more proud of him. The funny thing was though, he had still yet to get a girlfriend. As for 40 class old me, I've been living alone since the divorce years ago, working my job at the department entrepot full clip, getting along with the neighbors and the repose of the kinfolk. There were a few dramas here and there, but there was not often to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

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

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

I was preparing tonight's evening meal. My exceptional spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly good idea to reward him for his surd work. Oklahoman 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 distract me from having a pin-up night with my son. No less that a few moment later, he appeared, dressed in a ovalbumin tight try-on single and trunks, smiling his million dollar mark smile. A strapping youth man with pecs of steel and large-minded shoulders. Six foot tall. Short, neatly kept embrown fuzz. Dashing brown eye. So very good-looking. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my mamilla a tweak.

There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely nude, my intact body exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at to the lowest degree some clothes while I was around the house like a right grown charwoman, but after that unknown affair that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to preen myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Sir Thomas More. I settled down in the opposite death chair to eat. My soundbox still had a lot of heartiness from my youth. My hide was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too lots fat on my trunk because of my recitation regime. The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, dreary eyed and I kept my sensitive distance whisker 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 turkey, mom."He immediately started to dig in.

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

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

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

We had ice ointment in the support room, or more like he did. I didn't have a bowl, so we chatted some more, shooting the snap. I was half laying on the sofa with both stage tucked across from me, my behemoth tits resting on the arm remainder. He was in the armchair next to me, enjoying his ice pick. After he was finished, he sets the bowl aside on the board next to him and smacks his lips.

"menage made ice emollient. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the professorship while I grinned and cooed at him. My body started to heat up, and juices started to seep out of my exposed pussycat, staining the couch. I watched his hired man 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 repress my lips from automatically parting. Something inside my head switched on, and all I could suppose about was sliding it into my back talk. My son had the most beautiful putz. 10 inches of rock hard nub, shaped and as strong as he looked, and the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to be inviting my boldness towards it. I could not stop myself from getting off the couch to kneel before him. He spreads his ramification surface for me to get closer, all the while looking at me with that million dollar grin while my ripe hand wrapped around the bottom of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the head. I gave it a long lap with my tongue, tasting the sweet precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other mouthful on land. I had tasted many shaft in my young, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the best one. Just the proper texture and tinge. The right distance and frame. 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 taste all over the interior of my rima oris, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire distance in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch along my lips and lashing it with my natural language. Having done this so many clip, my throat had taken the condition of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head word. My excitement amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man nitty-gritty that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's tool feverishly with unconstraint. It was the naughtiest and most forbid thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't guardianship. I did not even finger bad, disgraceful or hangdog. All I wanted was to imbibe this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty award that I was working it towards. All this while, my resign script 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. Suck it !"

I briefly popped it out, jacking it roughly with my manus while licking my sass intensely,"Yeah, baby. Give mamma your hot delicious sperm cell !"

My header slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny petty MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, head rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingers on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the heat begin to boil over. He reached his tip quickly, and there was a sudden burst of heat in my mouth. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy strings, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a pitched moan in delight as I caved, my slit convulsing hard from an earth shattering coming, continuing to lock my mouth and jerking his hammer with them. Thomas More and Thomas More of his warhead spewed and pooled inside me as I did this, and I kept coaxing it, draining it out of the shooting caput, lashing it with my natural language until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the forefront, and proceeded to slosh the compendium of cum in my mouth, tasting the fragrance like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his intact lading, 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 cyprian for your cum desserts, hey ?"

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

I spend the future few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent prick, my index finger giving my puss a slow wind down massage. Afterwards, he helped me pick up the hole we made before going about our late evening routines as normal. All the patch, whenever I thought about my son's rooster, I could not lay off getting so excited. I had never thought that giving Alan pass and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken set of common sense. It was almost unnatural, as if something had taken over me. Nonetheless, I relished in it, and I went to bed with a felicitous smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to catch some Z's .