It's been less than a month since my son, Alan, came home from college for the holidays. I had to allow in that my minuscule boy isn't so little any more. He had grown up into a creditworthy Loretta Young man. Dressing nicely whenever he goes out. Taking upkeep of his torso with good intellectual nourishment and exercise. Anything a good mom would have a go at it to see their adorable, growing offspring to become. I could never be more than proud of him. The funny thing was though, he had still yet to get a girl. As for 40 year old me, I've been living alone since the divorce years ago, working my job at the department stock wide-cut time, getting along with the neighbour and the rest of the class. There were a few dramatic play here and there, but there was not much to talk or reminisce about. Living with him again has been quiet delightful.

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

"Sure thing, mom ! Just cave in me a sec !"

I was preparing this night's evening meal. My special spaghetti recipe that he always loved. I had thought that it was a fairly honorable estimation to pay back him for his hard employment. Sooner or later, he would be out looking for study after he graduates. I was felicitous. On swarm 9. There was not a lot on my thinker that would disorder me from having a lovely night with my son. No less that a few minutes later, he appeared, dressed in a white slopped fitting bingle and shorts, smiling his million dollar bill grinning. A strapping young man with pecs of steel and broad shoulder joint. Six foot tall. short circuit, neatly kept chocolate-brown whisker. Dashing brownness optic. So very bounteous. 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 body exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some clothes while I was around the star sign like a proper grown cleaning woman, but after that unusual thing that my son did to me when he came dwelling house, I just did not want to tog myself while I'm in the house. I didn't even mind if he sees or touched me at all. He had already done Thomas More. I settled down in the opposite chair to eat. My body still had a lot of vigor from my youth. My pelt was smooth and clean. I was 5'7 ”, not too much fat on my soundbox because of my exercise authorities. The only stead where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, dispirited eyed and I kept my medium length fuzz in a bun. Every now and then, I let my hairsbreadth down when I'm not doing anything that could damage it.

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

We had dinner like a convention 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 routine, like clean the star sign, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dishes, Alan casually turned to me.

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

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

We had ice cream in the living room, or more like he did. I didn't have a roll, so we chatted some more, shooting the walkover. I was half laying on the lounge with both leg tucked across from me, my whale tits 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 board following to him and smacks his lips.

"Home made ice ointment. Always the best."

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

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

He shifted in the death chair while I grinned and cooed at him. My consistence started to heat up, and juices started to seep out of my break kitty-cat, staining the couch. I watched his workforce reach for his shorts to draw 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 headland switched on, and all I could remember about was sliding it into my mouthpiece. My son had the most beautiful cock. 10 column inch of rock and roll knockout marrow, shaped and as strong 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 break myself from getting off the lounge to kneel before him. He spreads his legs opened for me to get tight, all the while looking at me with that million dollar smile while my right hand hand wrapped around the buns of his shaft to stroke him, coaxing the juice to seep out the question. I gave it a foresightful lick with my glossa, tasting the unfermented precum eagerly.

"Mmm, delicious."I found myself purring.

There was no other taste on globe. I had tasted many dicks in my youth, including Alan's father's, but his seemed to be the respectable one. Just the right texture and soupcon. The proper length and pattern. 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 inside of my backtalk, and before I knew it, I had sucked the entire duration in. I mumbled a moan all the way down, feeling it stretch my lip and lashing it with my knife. Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the frame of my son's rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the principal. My excitement amplified as I tasted Sir Thomas More of him, and I started a unshakable calendar method of birth control, enjoying this man center that I loved so much.

There I was, sucking my son's hawkshaw feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most proscribe affair I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn't care. I did not even feel bad, opprobrious or hangdog. All I wanted was to draw this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my barren hired hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a falls onto the floor.

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

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

My head slammed down into his crotch as I started to deepthroat him. I seemed like such a desperate and horny little MILF then, thirsting for my son's cum. I was not even watching him shiver uncontrollably and gripping onto the armchair rests, capitulum rolled back and gradually arcing. My fingerbreadth on my clit were stroking fast as I felt the high temperature begin to churn over. He reached his peak quickly, and there was a sudden burst of high temperature in my lip. It was shooting out in long, thick and creamy bowed stringed instrument, and tasted as sweet as his precum. Recognizing what it was immediately, I muffled a hawk groan in delectation as I caved, my pussy convulsing hard from an globe shattering orgasm, continuing to lock my mouth and jerking his cock with them. More and more than of his loading 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 clapper until it stopped. After which, I slowly pulled out, popping myself off the capitulum, and proceeded to slosh the accumulation of cum in my rima oris, tasting the redolence like some thick, erotic soup. Then, with a swift gulp down, I swallowed his entire burden, 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 ?"

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

I spend the future few minutes cleaning him, suckling and lapping at his spent neb, my index finger finger giving my pussy a retard steer down massage. Afterwards, he helped me pick up the passel we made before going about our late evening routines as formula. All the while, whenever I thought about my son's cock, I could not stop getting so arouse. I had never thought that giving Alan pass and swallowing his cum to be this exciting. Maybe it was my age, and my broken in 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 glad smile, fantasizing about tasting it again and touching myself to kip .