( Greetings ! This one 's maybe 45 hour long. hope you enjoy it ! )




Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey sea captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey Sailor ! '' my dad said.

'' How are they hanging ? '' I queried.

'' One in front line of the other, for stop number ! '' He 's a scrapper buffer, that 's the standard reply. `` And yourself ? ``

'' I 'm in high spirits speed, low-drag sir ! '' We both chuckled. I 'm not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the patois pretty good.

'' You 're going home for Mother 's Day, right ? '' he asked.

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going abode, uh, Friday afternoon. After family gets out. delight assure me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the imprint that since his wife was n't his mother, he did n't demand to get her anything for female parent 's day. That is the damage printing, believe me ! He 'd been over-doing it every yr since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to transport something because he was TDY ( temporary duty ) in Italy. Dad was a master, bucking for Admiral, so he was very busy. The firm is in Alexandria, Old Dominion, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I 'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I 'm not ashamed to say it ; Dad 's my hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first base Gulf War. He was a Blue angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's sang-froid under fire, heavy under force per unit area, and a fucking laughable guy and a heavy dad.

The sole problem is that he 's not around much. He 's probably missed more than half my life.
My brother and me were pretty tough customers as fry growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I 'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was decent'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older blood brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He 's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are genial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my chronicle prof that the Friday stratum was cancelled.

sang-froid. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up last calendar week so I had no grounds not to go home early. Speaking of fucking moron, god she was impoverished. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I did n't revert the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey infant, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't love me blah bombast fustian, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in El Iskandriyah only a couple years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at household with her. She 'll be well-chosen to see me home early, I thought. I 'll storm her.

The two-hour crusade went by fairly nimble, and I pulled into our piffling mansion house. It 's a Navy-owned family that they have for use by sure Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it 's really Worth. Just a fringe benefit that we do n't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the theater is 5 chamber, colonial way, big in-ground puddle in the immense backyard. I stepped out into the rut. It 's weird, being so hot in betimes May.

I unlocked the room access and stepped into the cool house. I heard some peculiar noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some people up there ?

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I did n't holler out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The racket was mass, fair sex 's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent 's bedroom, and got the shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head word propped up on some pillows. Her gravid bosom cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purpleness vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their implements of war and branch touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly indisputable whose.

I turned my point to the flat screen on the bulwark, the author of all the haphazardness. A smut played, a bunch of girls doing one of those lesbian squirt drunken revelry. Actually, I had seen this one. It had peak Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney George Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets `` girl cum '' sprayed all over her boldness by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not icteric, it 's all solve like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the point of the story.

The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes retentive to identify than it actually took piazza, I think I was only there a couplet seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both woman jerked their heading towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more mo as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even anathemize funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing ? How could she do this to Dad ? He 's out serving our country and she 's ... doing whatever the fuck this is ? Goddammit !

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the threshold, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I 'm not answering that.

I begin to head to the pike to fall in the dealings jam out of DC to go back to school day. I did n't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the rider tail when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fuck did I hit ? The car is still moving ... nobody 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking chuckhole receding in the space. Just about then, the steering gets eldritch, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull over to the position of the road. Looking under the social movement end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I do n't think that 's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the penny-pinching motorcar repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we 've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

'' Tie Rod, '' he said. `` Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day. ``

Great. None of my sidekick are house yet. Guess I have to face up Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so dark Travis I can explain -- ''

'' Mom ! '' I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

'' Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened -- ''

'' MOM ! '' I hollered into the phone.

'' ... What ! ``

'' Can you come get me ? the car broke down. '' I gave her the address.

'' Sure, um, I 'm leaving right now. ``

'' shuffle sure you 're dressed, ok ? '' I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some clip to think about this. And I came to the finale that I did n't know what to retrieve. Was she cheating on Dad ? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the truth in this sign ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd ...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet drive back home.

I went up to my room and shut the room access. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so bedevil. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron parties, all the next-to-last policeman would just sort of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the peach, no let me get the ice, I 'll get more ice ... all that sort of poppycock. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a unplayful looker, for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a'B'in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I 'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

'' Do you know how your dad and I met ? '' she asked me as she set the table.

'' Um ... at some banquet or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air Force Qaeda in TX, Lackland. Your dad was doing some variety of liasion crap with the boy in depressed. We met in the'O'night club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 transactions. And certainly, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 age, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

'' So, as you kids say, we hooked up. For two week straight. ``

I kind of blushed and turned my fountainhead. I do n't want to hear about this !

'' You probably do n't require to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. matter that parents do n't normally contribution with their minor but, in light of certain ... fate ... I think you deserve to know. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous poulet recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later. ``

'' Now, in the navy, it is n't just about how well you perform. Like any mathematical group, politics play a big voice of your advancement. And let me recite you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's calling ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her bureau and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp-worded and all that, but I played a big voice. It never helps to schmooze your commanding officeholder, or have got your wife do it. ``

I was incredulous. `` You mean, you slept with his -- ''

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a little flirting goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always rightful to your dad. ``

'' Except for today. ``

'' Yes, well ... I still am technically true to him. I 've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, however, can not be said for him. ``

I sat very still. No. Say it ai n't so. My dad would never do that.

'' The blue devil saint, that was the start I heard of it. Just small whispering at first, perhaps some large-hearted looks from former married woman. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his itch outweighed his vows. It was n't his demerit, he said.

'' So I had a choice. bear on to be the 'good Navy wife'and raise you two boy and make a living for us, or bail out and struggle on my own. ``

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she was n't telling me all this.

'' It was n't promiscuous, and we had a lot of fighting. Some very big single. '' I remember some of those. Not well clock time. `` But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.
'' He toned down his activeness, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it abode. I turned the early boldness, looked the other way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty ripe life for all of us.

'' Now, he 's what, 52 ? No, 53. And he has n't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he wo n't even scratch his ass in world, let alone fool around. ``

'' I ... I did n't know, Mom. ``

'' Of class you did n't ! It 's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it 's all gone now.

'' I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life sentence together. I would n't swop it for the world. '' She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

'' However ... '' I said. Trying to get some solvent on her activities of today.

'' Yes. However. Well it ai n't always a bed of roses, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 months, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 calendar month. 11 ! And ... '' she dropped her fork on her plate.

'' Well ... diddley ... I have motivation, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed rightful. All this clip ... '' I did n't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

'' I kept thinking, he would just belong to to me at some point. But, he 's up for admiral, and the focus of that and his age have ganged up on him. He ca n't ... for the most part ... um ... he 's not quite the man he used to be. ``

I was crestfallen. My dad. The navy blue grinder. Shot down bad guy rope, highly decorated, almost an full admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his dick hard. Jesus Jesus Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named `` Bambi '' that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's snag had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my admirer you saw today, is another navy blue wife. She 's youthful than me by a few class, but in the Same sauceboat. We got drunk once and spilled our backbone, our deep, deep guts ! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a little joint session today. You were coming plate tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the first sentence ? ``

'' We always tell the Truth in this house ! '' she said.

We looked at each other for a here and now, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

'' Ok Mom. wellspring here 's a truth from me. I ... do n't know what to say at this point. I understand where you 're coming from, but it 's still a lot to digest. But I 'm no-account I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very decent. ``

We both stood up and went to each former, we had a very nice hug. She cried a short bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

'' I love you son, '' she said, and turned to face me and gave a quick candy kiss on the lips.

'' I love you too, Mom. '' And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little sweet, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very wear out. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop computer and did some lookup for MILF BIG titmouse and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was variety of a unearthly theme, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some true statement to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology course of instruction ? I searched instead for that lesbian jet party that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so a good deal that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's variety of Weird. It 's Thomas More that, this is just variety of ... wrong ... on so many level, and yet these biddy are having such a piece of ass blast ! They are either some not bad actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this diddlysquat. I prefer that account, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 mo flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't aid but show Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would care to eat that chick 's cunt and whoa ... fuck ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to keep it 's head down or that motherfucker would hit me in the eye or even go on the paries. It 's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty goodness that nighttime. I 'd care to enjoin you about some crazy sex dream, but I did n't actually have any.

(. Y. )

I slept in till about 10 on Fri. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's home. But, obviously, when the Captain 's away, the sailors will bet ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of ball and Roger Bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was fourth dimension to flora some flower. In the old bloom bed off to the side of the big swim pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my shipment shorts and a tee shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and blood and baseball glove and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean brusk. As in 'not long'. shortstop. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her ramification separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long arm. But she had it where she 'd taken the prospicient shirt butt and tied them into a international nautical mile in nominal head. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a endorse, I could glance at her bare middle for quite a while.

Wait ! What the fuck was going on ? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick ? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a number ? This is n't right !

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my cream and also with a imprecate rage. I need to intend properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well share it : 9.5.

Now, you may say that 's a shucks high-pitched number for a mid-forties fair sex. wellspring, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five pick nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her soma, while not lilliputian like a starving mannikin, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that authoritative ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. threefold that. Or more than. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best section was her look. trade good chin with no hang-downs or doubling going on. courteous hide as she kept out of the sun for the most component. She kept her dentition white, which makes one younger looking. But the best piece were her middle and her grinning. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey shit, her heart lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that imply something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that slap-up smile, too.

'' Easy Panthera tigris, you do n't feature to do it all in one minute of arc, you know ! ``

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the terra firma together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to works blossom to take it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant and make thing grow. We chatted about all kind of stuff, until she brought up a funny story subject out of the blue.

'' So Travis, '' she began. `` oral presentation of masturbation ... '' she let that hang there.

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her articulatio genus with her legs tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to break open a plant flat.

'' I did n't cognize we were speaking of onanism ? '' I said. Or asked. Kind of both.

'' I just wanted to let you experience that you were the winner. '' She said.

'' I 'm the achiever ? Of masturbation ? ``

'' Oh yeah, you beat your brother by a mile. ``

I laughed out loud at that one.

'' Are you sure ? How do you know ? ``

'' A female parent knows. Crusty socks, crusty old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can ... a mother knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

'' Well, Sam always was a bit of a pussycat ! '' Not really true up. Sam was a ruffianly guy and played college football game. But still, he was n't a great deal with the ladies.

'' It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex monster or something. ``

'' Well, how do you reckon I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not practically of a sex drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, high noon, afternoon, Night time ... wait ... why am I telling you all this ? Goddammit ! '' somehow she tricked me into talking about my whack off activities.

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

'' Well smell at my gene pool ! '' I argued. `` I did n't throw very much choice of not being a sex demon. I mean, scar got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' Well, Trav. Let 's not make up each former uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too mussy. ``

fountainhead she was compensate about that, my SOB gets everywhere.

'' Ok then, '' I responded. `` I can take it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the verity in this planetary house'! So no fibbing. ``

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the prompting. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalty, in font individual loses controller ... ''

'' Hmmm. penalisation. '' I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a groovy and terrible idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to have the early person watch them 'lose'again ? ``

holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the early masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick fucking puppy and I do n't screw if there 's a heaven but I 'm pretty sure there 's a hell and I 'll be in it with all the other derelicts and deviants and killers and --

'' tidy sum ! '' Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

'' Who said it could get this fucking hot in May ? '' I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my caput to try and catch some breeze. I got back to study, I was trying to chop the roots away from some other fucking tree that was invading the blossom bed.

'' Foul ! '' Mom called. `` Um ... Un-necessary Buffness ! ``

'' What ? '' I teased back. `` There 's no fouls ! There 's no rules ! It 's jut win or lose, mama ! '' I had bulked up over the old age, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to twist my coat of arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should ferment a little to a greater extent away from her so I can turn away over for her and grab some fucking roots.

'' Foul ! '' Mom said again. `` You ca n't aim your smelly ass at me ! ``

'' It does NOT smell ! Okay ... it probably does ... but that 's not a foul because you made me come out here ! ``

Mom was muttering under her hint just barely gaudy enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God red cent minor ... show no regard ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up flat and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her chest swelled to enormous symmetry as she breathed in a cleaning breath.

'' You were right, '' she said. `` It 's curse hot out here. ``

I kept sneaking flavour as she went about her concern like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old moth-eaten shirt. Then the next. And another one. messiah ! How many push are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied right-hand at her belly button.
I could now see debunk boob flesh.

segmentation. Lovely, dark, and cryptical. But I have promises to keep. And many days before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked flower back over my shoulder. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a Petunia and property it in the ground. Her chest swayed back and forth, and they shook and trembled as she moved about the garden.

'' Alright ! '' I yelled. `` Foul ! ``

Mom smiled at me sweetly, her breasts hanging down such that I could see about 47 % of her total tits. Not the nipples, of track, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, call up ? ``

'' There should be. Illegal move in the ... front ... ''

'' You mean this ? '' Mom shook her breasts.

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on ten-strike and mold a union and picket your sign. 'Unfair to workers'. ``

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very overnice. We did n't, though. Dirty, sweaty, smelly, and there was potting soil all over the walkway.

'' You put away the tools ? '' Mom suggested. `` And I 'll get the hose. ``

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the stain. I took in the rest of the tools.

'' Hey, '' I said when I came back. `` I 'm going in for a shower. ``

'' Not like that ! '' Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had shoes on, but they were cruddy and grime had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my metrical foot off.

'' Okay, stand back. The water shoots out pretty hard. '' Always thinking of how to be skilful to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my feet and got the stain off. Got the dirt off my tibia and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that shit onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and guess me in the crotch ! And the thorax and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water supply felt COLD !

'' No ! '' I cried. `` You did not just do that ! '' I stood there and took it. I even turned around so she could wash my back.

'' Are you done ? '' I asked when she stopped.

'' Almost ! '' and she sprayed me one more time. `` Ok, done ... Travis ... time lag ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my weapon. She 's not light as a plume, but it was n't a problem for an epinephrine and hormonally charged young man.

'' quit it ! '' she begged. `` Put me down ! What are you ... no ! Not the puddle ! ``

I unceremoniously threw Mom into the deep end of the pool.

As she came up for air, I did a cannonball right next to her.

Jesus of Nazareth ! I thought the hosepipe water was common cold ! We do n't grow on the pool heater until Memorial Day ! piece of ass ! We both started to swim to the shoal end, but I was wearing lading shorts. The sort with like 17 pockets and dump. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely make a motion, and I used to be on the swim team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked intemperately and caught Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the footfall and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

'' You dirty, rotten, cheating little bastard ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an exasperate patch of diddlysquat ! ``

I turned to help her out so she would n't slip. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my cock. cost increase, that is. Which was n't that big of a trouble, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the stale water, I could n't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond potency, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at to the lowest degree an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her physical structure, leaving nothing to the vision. Oh look, there 's even a little mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to foregather up her haircloth and wring it dry. That only thrust out her tremendous tits even more. I was now at wide-cut attention and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't severe, the right way ? Is it ? Fuck !

Mom kept up her funny tirade. `` Little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can matter on that ! hold until I tell your father -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to see down and saw my raging hard-on.

'' Tell dad ... what ? Tell him what, Mom ? I 'm thinking maybe we do n't narrate him this ... ''

Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was funny remark, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said `` Oh ! You ! '' and began to walk off.

I patted her butt as she walked past.

'' Hey ! '' she cried, still walking away. `` None of that, now ! And no masturbating, either ! ``

'' No fibbing ! '' I called to her. She flipped me off.

Well, I thought. That was kind of a fun afternoon.

(. Y. )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure did n't need to lose ! Ok, accuracy be told, I 'm sure as shooting that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my animation. But ... squat ... it was n't all the time, hardly ever. I just did n't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely correctly now. I got ta fucking cleared my head.

'' honey ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some shit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming 's ? '' That was a high-end chophouse. The kind where a potato is twelve dollars.

'' Yeah ! sure as shooting ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my genital organ but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't get it on it was this hard not to touch myself !

In my room, I heard the shower go on. Mom 's naked in the rain shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of trueness. Are we kidding around or are we playing with attack ? This will tell. If I go in there, we 'll find out.

I walked down the manse to her bedroom.

Put my handwriting on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fuck pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

Fucking gripe ! I thought to myself. She knew ... she knew I would try. Which means ... what ? No ? Never ? Not now ? Go jerk off ? Oh Mom ... you 're a underhanded one.

wellspring, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of track. You ca n't play Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be set to result around 6:30. Dinner reservations are at 7. Dress kind of nice. lovemaking, Mom.

Mom does n't fuck that you do n't take spell out every word in a schoolbook. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hour or so later. Poked her principal into the study, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice black pants and a disastrous silk shirt, it 's got some white lilliputian paisley action going on over one shoulder joint. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my dentition, shaved, spiked my tomentum up ... gravy. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

At 6:30 I hollered up, `` I 'm ready ! ``

At 6:40 I hollered up, `` We 're going to be late ! ``

At 6:43 I hollered up, `` We could probably get a rear at McDonald 's or maybe Warren E. Burger -- ''

I stopped speaking. I stood at the groundwork of the steps as Mom tiptoed down in a black attire and high heels. But that 's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a metal structure.

This wearing apparel, wow ! Satiny stuff, deep and dark black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't very slutty, but it was tight up top. Very nasty. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small glove around her voluptuous body. You could see some motility in the dress. I was n't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the clothes was cinched a bit and seemed to allow for some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked by, I got another surprisal. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a petty drawstring of false adamant going across the binding, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom 's spine. The very small of it. the low share. What I would call, 'Below the bash'even.

She did a petty good turn for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew column inch as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her night hair done differently, some big Robert Floyd Curl Jr. and waving and flips instead of her usual flat tire. Dark red lip rouge and gorgeous eye constitution completed her smell. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... mythic ... holy shit ... you do n't look like anybody 's female parent ! ``

She flashed me a demure smile, seductively put a fingertip in her mouth, turned halfway and kicked up a heel.

'' Like the shoes ? ``
pitch blackness patent leather, stiletto cad, and surplus strap that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern DoS. The heel were consummate ; richly, but not so high as to make one aspect dazed when they walk.

'' Holy shit, Mom ! Where 's dad 's gun ? I think we 'll need one tonight ! ``

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm serious ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the Explorer. I 'm getting the Jag keys ! ``

Dad 's panther, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some years back and he probably put 200 international mile a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a twelvemonth on it just trying to keep it running, too. Britisher, undecomposed mass but do n't understand much about electric systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the threshold to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her side. Taking her deal, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a fast and unsafe ride !

I popped the clutch and tore down the street. 13 minutes to go ! We screeched and careened and did a brace superpower slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten mo late. The gentleman took the car and backed it in, right by the front door. That 's respectfulness !

The waiting area was crowded, I was trying to check into in with the Maitre'D. Mom was behind some marvellous asshole.

'' Yes, '' Fritz was saying to me. `` But you see, sir, we are very busybodied tonight and we ca n't hold tables all night ... ''

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into perspective and held my arm, and smiled her award winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an award in 8th grade for full smile. We only tell the truth ... ok I 'll shut up.

'' ... but ... you are in fate as a table by the window just opened up. This way, please ? ``

Mom made indisputable to sweep her breast against Fritz a lilliputian, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a beauty as this ! You need your money youthful man !

The waiter came up veracious away.

'' Good even folks ! Welcome to Ian Fleming 's ! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother 's Day weekend ... '' He smiled, all delight with himself.

I spoke very slowly, and very quietly, but with passion.

'' This ... is n't ... my ... mother ... you insolent, arrogant, affront saphead ! ``

Mom did a face palm.

'' Now look what you 've done, you 've embarrassed her ! Fritz ! '' I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I describe the ruckus ? Not really. Just a clustering of stave rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucketful with Fritz'wish, a pate'that was obviously on it 's way to another table, and various gelt and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new server, too. She was much better and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the elbow room so we did n't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

'' Who knew you were such a little red cent ? '' Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

'' Hey, I learned from the best. ``

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, do n't you reckon ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her whisker as we sipped champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a match. '' And she patted my human knee under the board. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the table but I was capable to exclude my unintelligent mouth up just in time.

The dinner was terrible. The filets were attendant and succulent, the white potato vine fabulous, and the company was ... Creator. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner party. shoulder joint, or understructure, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with report of bad lady friend friends and bad sex times ; now that we were on a unlike level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of xl seven buck. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

'' Hey Fritz ? '' I asked as we were leaving. `` Can you recommend any dance places around here ? ``

'' But of line ! Across the street is the fantastical Voodoo Lounge ! You can leave your car here and predict us to do get you ! I will call my friend at the room access, you wo n't wait in line. ``

Mom tugged on Fritz'arm as he turned to go away. She gave him a big hug. A full body hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full-of-the-moon flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The voodooism lounge ... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a courteous little booth far enough away from the band so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up band played 80 's pop music, Mom 's front-runner. Having grown up in her mansion, I
knew nigh of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in geezerhood ! delight ? ? ? ``

Who could resist ? Not me. The base was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super nut'on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some jackass Gimlets.

'' This is ... SO a good deal FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. `` Thank you so much sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

'' No, not 'Mom', retrieve ?. Um ... telephone me ... 'Dixie'! ``

'' Dixie ? ``

'' Yes, Confederacy ! It 's kind of a slutty name, right ? ``

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

'' So Travis, anything you need to let in ? Any confessions ? '' I looked at her quizzically. `` Silly boy ! Were you able to not beset yourself this afternoon ? ``

'' Oh ! diddly-shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very HARD ... but I managed not to. ``

'' Hmmm, too bad. I was kind of hoping to win. ``

holy place shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much thought process ...

'' Let 's dance some more, Mom ! ``

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians'which was terribly funny. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow song about dancing with his fan. I was ready to void the saltation floor, but Mom pulled me back.

'' We 're dancing, '' she informed me.

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and throw me. ``

'' Yes, South. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand on the diminished of her back. Her bare back.. My left hand held her the right way deal, and we swayed to the music.

'' You 're so beautiful, Mom. ``

'' Thanks Travis ... but, this is n't middle schooltime. There 's no chaperone. ``

'' Right, '' I said. We were dancing about a metrical foot apart. I pulled her finisher. Her slight, yet intoxicating, scent almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her fountainhead lay on my berm. With her dog, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of path. Her second joint pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my picayune finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to sustain my enormous erecting from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my bridge player further down the back of her clothes and cupped a lovesome ass impudence. My Mom 's strong ass cheek. This was it. It 's official. I 'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and mash her renal pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my chief back to reckon at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

'' You 've got a slight something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck opening, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small candy kiss in the general country. Confederate States of America breathed in grievous, crushing her titty into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the baseball diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a piddling more.
I was n't trusted if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance floor. I whispered into her ear.

'' Dixie, I want to see you wank for me. Would you like that ? ``

There was no movement, then a rebuff, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.

'' I 've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish. '' Again, a head nod. I released her rightfield hand so I could put both coat of arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

'' Travis ... honey ... ''

'' Yes, South ? ``

'' You love me, right ? I mean, for real. Not just 'yes Mom of course I love you'... ''

'' I do have a go at it you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my statement with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the fuck ? What about Dad ? He does n't deserve this ?

Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.

'' Let 's sit back down ? '' I suggested. `` But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing ! ``

We walked off the dance floor, Mom holding my bridge player and me trailing her very closely. I did n't need everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink fiat, and Mom snuggled up against me in the small booth.

'' You 've got quite the rager going there, do n't you ? '' She gave it a piffling pat. It throbbed in response to her touch. She kept her paw there. I tried not to think about it, but ... I caved in.

'' wellspring, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Dixieland ! I meant Confederate States of America ! You look sensational. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my unblock handwriting over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other knocker, still inside her apparel. I hefted it, checking it 's exercising weight and size. Mmmmmm, very spongelike, yet firm, fucking grotesque. Her pap rose to greet my ribbon. I tweaked it, rolling it between my digit. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

'' Anything else I can get you sept ? '' she asked. then she noticed Mom 's red face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. `` wellspring ... I 'll just leave these here then ... ''

I kissed Mom 's neck opening again, and munched on her spike. She downed her boozing. All of it.

'' I have to go to the dame room. '' She looked at me. `` By myself. ``

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and see presentable. It was n't easy. Several minutes went by, I began to get concerned. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two young guys ! And she was doing a dig ! And laughing ! And another shooting ! fuck !

She walked back to our mesa and plopped down hard next to me.

'' Having fun ? '' I asked, annoyed. `` I 'm not. ``

'' Oh it'ss fine, '' she said. A small slur to her speech. `` I just needed another drinkable to ... well ... I have to take something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her bantam purse and pulled out a wad of inglorious material.

'' These are my panty ! Or ... well not panties ... G-sh .... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they 're too wet to wear off anymore. See ? '' She held them up to my nose. They were wet, and the hard womanly odors coming off them was unmistakable.

'' I needed to hold to you that you won ! I had to go to the lady room so I could cum and not name a mess out here ! I 'm so fucking wet ... ''

'' You what ? '' I asked, wanting to be for sure. `` You just came ? Here ? ``

Mom smiled a wicked smile and nodded her head.

'' Yep ! You grab my nipple in plublic ... plub ... where people can see, I 'm going to cum. Every time. ``

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her credit card, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a hurriedness to get nursing home. But, no.

She was in a hurry to get a wastepaper basket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab plate so I could supervise her on the way. She only got cat the one time, outside the order, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoe, gently, caressing her feet a lilliputian. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't fucking prosperous at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would experience tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink in some body of water and go pee. After several minutes, she got down about 12 ounces of H2O. The whole time she was spouting off `` I 'm sorry I 'm sorry ''. Yep. I know. I 'm gloomy too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pj's, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what 's called 'the recovery position', so if she gets sick again she 'll be alright.

Okay, yes it did occur to me to feel her up or finish what she started, but I 'm not actually a rapist. Just a sex-fiend. There 's a difference.

I crawled on top of the covers next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some stuff and nonsense on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. Somebody upstair is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A promontory peaked in.

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

'' I 'm not sure as shooting ... oh soundly you have coffee, '' she said as she slid into a chair.

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm jolly certain I wrecked our Night, right ? ``

'' Well, it did n't end with a strike, no. ``

'' So ... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were ... sitting ... and ... oh shit ! I orgasmed in a restroom ? Did I do that ? ``

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

'' Oh shit, I did ! Did n't I ! Jeez I 'm such a fornicatress. I 'm so good-for-naught Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

'' fountainhead, fortunately, we have one car left wing. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. I 'm hoping you can help me get those tardy today. ``

I filled her in on some of the point as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.

'' Travis. Again. I 'm sorry. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... Shit. I 'll just say it. I do n't get laid what I was thinking live on dark ... I was ready to, um ... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that did n't really exploit out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it South ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' Well, Mom, that 's not the just fortune we 'll ever have. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the right thing to do. The moment was right, the clip was right-hand, but maybe it did n't fall out for a reason. And maybe it 's for the best. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back on a higher floor. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the euphony room. Yes, the planetary house has a euphony room. Which is good because we all play around with something. I try to wager guitar. I 'm not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teenager. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we did n't care what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a twosome 60 minutes, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things.

Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.

'' Do n't stop, keep playing. '' Mom always liked my guitar playacting. `` Do some oldie ! ``

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic musical composition from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a little classical music Gas, then I played some Kentucky cleaning woman, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the auto and some lunch, '' she said right after that.

We chatted about this and that, but it was variety of strange. We did n't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging cock into her pelvic girdle. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the peeress room. Yup, did n't mention those things.

We got home after a couple hours, kind of beat from running around town.

'' Maybe we should stay in tonight ? '' I offered. `` Get some pizza ? We 'll do something limited tomorrow for Mom 's Day. ``

I went back on a higher floor for awhile. I had to intend. I was ready to nail my mom death dark, and today, it 's like nothing happened. Back to pattern. But I 'm not liking normal. I do n't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the minute thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and heavy. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My breathing became get at, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I 've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom 's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the hell is she ? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a meth of wine. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

'' Oh hey, love. Just relaxing a bit -- ''

'' Mom. We need to mouth. Now. ``

'' well, sure honey have a fundament -- ''

'' Mom, stand up. ``

'' What 's this all about ? '' she asked, as she stood up.

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

'' Travis ! What ... where are you taking me ? Wait ... no ... huh uh ... put me down.. PUT ME DOWN Brigham Young MAN ! ``

We were halfway up the stairs before she stopped squirming.

'' So ... we 're ... we 're doing this ? ``

'' Yes Mom. We 're doing this. And we 're doing this now. ``

'' You 're sure ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

'' I 'm sure Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that 's okay too. ``

She shook her head, but held her arm up for me.

'' fountainhead then, Travis. come and give your mom a hug and a kiss ! ``

(. Y. )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle rage I could muster.

Her soft lips yielded to mine. Our backtalk folded into each other, gently, testing each former. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little lingua inside her mouth, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like discharge flew when her knife met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our descent racing through our body. Our pacify passion turned to savage passion. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't want to rush affair. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, thinking woman. You do n't get women like this everyday. I 've had piles of girl, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our buss and just smiled at each former, both of us breathing heavily.

'' Take me, '' was all she said.

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her articulatio cubiti so she could watch. Of row, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.
I bent down to occupy off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

'' Eight inches ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' Eight and a half, but who 's enumeration. ``

'' sanctum shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman 's shirt, but looks like a man 's prospicient arm white wearing apparel shirt.

'' Is this expensive ? '' I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.

'' Yes, it 's from Italia. ``

I yanked the shirt apart, button flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it low-down down to rip it undefended completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no amount of money of men can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her tough as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, messiah ! Three fucking hooks ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at to the lowest degree half a minute as they heaved with each breath. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

'' Do n't stop now, baby ! '' Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her hips for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her pelvic girdle, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, save for the piffling patch of reddened held be some tiny material.

'' noblewoman in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It 's strand broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the face, her desolate pussy looked so bid. I reached over and spread her legs, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my judgement many times, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the other way, or playing with her tits until she cums or maybe ...

But the look in her eyes said, derive and get me, now !

I climbed between her leg, and rested my physical structure mostly on my elbow, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my result hired man and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our branch and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it well-situated. The tip of my prick found an amazingly hot and wet maculation. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a footling, my cock entered her pussy and went in about an inch or so.

I let go with my hired man and brought it up and held her face.

We looked in each early 's eyes as I sank my cock lower ... and deeper ... into her twat. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch cock lay deep inside Mom 's tight, turned on hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to ready beloved. Pressing into her, my renal pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my tool down at it 's replete depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

'' ahhh ... Travis ... Travis ... ''

And then I started fucking her.

My ducky whoremaster is to pull my tool out most of the way, and then ride it back domicile. Ok, that 's not a big surprisal, it 's probably every guy 's deary trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each dim withdrawal and quick thrust back down brought a quickly little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make certainly I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to fill my thrusting and I tried to drill her through the nookie bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this good afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her arduous and pulled her nipple and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear life-time as I dropped my give hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt hard, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our oral fissure, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but could n't anymore, we would 've banged our teeth. My steel tool continued pistoning inside her for several instant. I buried my nerve in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could pick out a safe look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her Kuki-Chin was resting between them.

'' You ... are ... so beautiful ! '' I managed, through the panting.

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... fuck me ... get laid me ... make out your ... mom ''

That familiar impression was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slid both hands under her ass face. My right bridge player went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few moments, and easily slid my centre finger up inside her ass.

'' Jesus ! '' she cried out. `` Cum in me, sister ! ``

heaving, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... piece of tail you ... Mom ... fucking ... love you ... ''

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the center of my get-go squirt Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so connected to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one flesh'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, utterly spent. Her pussy still contracted in lilliputian spasms.

'' Travis, '' Mom whispered. `` That 's the best ... the best ass I 've ever had. ``

'' Me too, Mom, me too ... ''

'' Lay down dear, it 's okay. '' I rolled onto my back, Mom lay along position me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

'' Do you mind ? It feels unspoiled to rub on you. ``

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

'' We fucked ! I ca n't consider it ! ``

'' I know, baby. You okay ? ``

'' I 'm safe. A picayune shopworn. reach me a couple minutes though, and we 'll begin Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a foresighted clip ! ``

We kissed and snuggled a bit. Then she surprised me.

'' Maybe this will get you going again ? I 've seen it online, maybe you 'll think it 's hot. ``

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her slit and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a diabolic look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't rust a man 's cum in ... geezerhood ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was right. I thought it was hot. So did my rooster. It sprang back to full forte in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the tax return, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the base of operations, extended her glossa, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her resplendent tongue, we never broke eye link. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It 's a in force feel, having your mom suck on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. business firm insistency, good spit action, no tooth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The dependable thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes to a greater extent foreplay to cum than the first one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a beneficial farsighted time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awing tits into play, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

'' Mom, '' I said.

'' Yes, dear ? ``

'' I have a charge. ``

'' You do ? ``

'' Yes, I have n't properly been introduced to your tits. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some sentence with them. If you do n't mind. ``

She smiled her award-winning grinning again, and crawled up my body, dragging her luscious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dark pap hung an column inch or more from her large aereolas, she let it crop my cheek.

Finally, I could n't resist it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my oral fissure as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my rima oris. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the darn out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 days too late. Still I sucked this one breast for minute, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her chest. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a deal in her crotch, she 's fingering herself, I thought. skillful, I 'm glad she 's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a little more leisure and use. I licked gently, blew air across her wet tit to earn it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure as shooting. I was lost in
tit heaven.

'' the Nazarene, Travis ! '' Mom exclaimed after about ten minute of arc of this. `` You really like bosom, do n't you ! ``

'' Am I boring you ? I can stop or -- ''

'' God no ! Keep going ! It 's like the best massage in the creation ! But do n't touch my twat, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a in question look, then I cupped her pussy hummock and fray my medal into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, right then. Kind of a small one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my stopcock inside Mom, single-handed. I hunched over so I could still bring on her left boob. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you help me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her in good order one.

I pushed her breast up so she could reach it with her mouthpiece, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her twat slowly.

'' Really ? '' she asked. `` You do n't think this is ... silly ? ``

'Silly'? What the shtup ? Was my dad, the war torpedo, a total retard ? He did n't wish this ?

'' No, not silly. It 's fucking hot as underworld ! ``

Mom went at her own tit with relish, just as much as me, maybe even more. I love seeing a woman make love to her own tit, it 's so fucking fascinating.

I pulled my turncock out of it 's home, but I brought it to a plaza just as nice, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my cock as well as her tit at the same prison term. The fact that now her snatch juice was on her tit and my cock only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her twat with my paw, getting to a greater extent juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her stomach as she grabbed her tit and held them across-the-board, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my cock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful boob. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her lip so my dick straits would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her nipple like a madman.

'' Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, or on my face, just cum on me ! Come on, cum for me ! ``

wellspring, with her boost and with that a good deal press from her breast, I had footling choice.

My first cum smash went right into her mouth, followed by the indorse. The last few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipple. Mom swallowed down her loads, then she bent her head teacher and licked and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her leg and breathed in her reckless aromas.

A lot of the time, ok almost all the time, when I eat out a woman, there 's kind of a method going on. Do this, gently, then that more, then something else quicker, etc.

But here, I just wanted to rub my face all over her twat. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for hours. Or maybe 10 mo. I also did her antic, which was to look up into her oculus. But most of the time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account of her teat being in the way. I stuck a finger's breadth in her ass again, just to keep her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the realization hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a one-time thing. I do n't make love how this will work in the futurity with other people in the equating, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth sentence, she coated my look with her female person cum.

'' seed here, sister ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my fount, she kissed me deeply. her tone actually dripping from my Chin. She lapped up my Kuki with her tongue, like a in force mommy.

(. Y. )

'' How do you fell about anal sex, Mom ? ``

'' certain, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm sure we can detect some lubricating substance or -- ''

'' Travis, darling, the um ... the 'tracks have to be clear'. You ca n't do that if there 's a train in the station. ``

It took me a couple moments.

'' Ohhhh ! Yes, for christ sake. We do n't want a collision in there ! ``

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the station will be clear up tomorrow morning. ``

'' Yeah baby ! That will be my female parent 's Day present to you, an anal attack ! ``

'' I 'd like that, son ! ``

'' So Mom, tell me more about this adult female the early day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

'' Yeah, Jeanine. What were you guys going to do ? ``

'' Well ... Jesus this is embarrassing, Travis ! ``

'' Mom, I 've eaten your pussy. I 've seen you suck cock. You can tell me about your little 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, alright. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one dark. And we talked about how nice it would be to give an orgasm without being alone all the time ! We were quite toast, and we said we should help each other out.

'' years went by, neither of us said another word about it. I just put it down as a silly conversation between wino people.

'' Then ... what was it, Wednesday I hypothesis, she called me. She was watching some porn and ... she came with me on the phone. ``

'' holy shit ! '' I interjected. `` That 's hot ! What did you do ! ``

'' I did what any lusty female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the next day. We were just going to be in the same room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbian, just kindred feel looking for a fiddling companionship.

'' So then, she came over after lunch. We had some wine-coloured, okay, maybe a lot of wine. We were both very nervous. After our instant looking glass, which polished off the bottle, I took a deep breathing space and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the internet, if we wanted to follow something.

'' We went up and sat on the bed, and I asked what should we search for ? And Jeanine typed in 'Lesbian squirt party'. And ... sanctum fuck. These woman, they were such ho 's ! They were so brazen and forceful and yet, submissive also. And the squirting was just preposterous. ``

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, cypher can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 feet into the air. ``

'' I do n't know what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the Scripture, if it is a Scripture ... Debauched and wrong and taboo, and therefore it was also VERY sexy to me. And obviously to Jeanine, since she picked it to watch.

'' Before I knew it, I was rubbing myself through my dress. Jeanine thought maybe we should undress, would n't we be more easy that way ? So we got au naturel. And, to enjoin you the the true, I 've never seen a grown woman naked, in my factual front before.

'' I got, very nervous again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked body. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gallon on the picture screamed and sprayed an tremendous squirt on the other gallon. We remembered why were there.

'' I got vibrators for both of us, and we lay down on the bed. We spread our stage and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To have a affectionate consistency adjacent to me.

'' But not as nice as this, of course ! '' she grabbed my soft putz. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a good osculator, I just kind of go all stupid when we kiss.

'' And then what, '' I asked. `` I walked in ? ``

'' Yep. Jeanine had just suggested we swap dildos, which we did. But ... she put the one I just had in my pussy into her mouth. then she stuck it inside her. She looked at me, kind of expectantly, as I held the other dildo, all covered with her stuff. But I chickened out. I just stuck it inside my pus. ``

'' But you wanted to taste it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to taste it, her. But I could n't bring myself to cross that line. She put her leg on mine, and then, well, you know the rest. ``

I smiled at her. `` Sorry for the lesbo interruptus ! ``

'' We were n't lesbo-ing ! ``

'' Not yet ! Seems like you two have unfinished clientele. ``

'' I guess. But, since we 're talking ... what are we going to do ? With ... 'this'... with us ? ``

I sighed. `` I ... do n't really have a plan. Um, what do you want ? ``

'' I wish we could just be like this, '' she answered. `` For a while at least. ``

'' Me too. And we can. Dad is n't due back until ... September ? Yeah ? Well, final exam are in two workweek and then I 'm done for the summertime. is n't that some phrase ? 'The Long, Hot, summertime'? ``

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to face him ? And talk to him on the phone ? And ... a divorce would be so bad for him right now. ``

'' Well, you should n't get divorced, maybe. I 'll be back at schooltime, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

'' Do you desire that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him take some blueing oral contraceptive pill and originate fucking me again ? ``

I did n't suffice. I did n't know what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 arcminute ago, and then the fricking actual world reared its slimy head.

'' I do n't have sex Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched cogwheel on her. `` What I do bed it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too tardy to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a table for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she have kids or what ? Maybe she could join us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm went off at 8:40, Sunday morning. Mother 's Day. But ... WHY ! ? Why are we getting up so early ?

'' Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he 'll be on time. I want to be awake and ready. ``

Well, diddly, I 'm awake and ready right now ! Let 's go mum !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the privy, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the sound roll in the hay I 've given her, and she hides from me ! Ca n't blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the wife mindset.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two More times stopping point Nox. Each time seems to be as good or better than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a footling girlfriend at Christmas. then she kisses me so much ... Well my hard-on is n't going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking bronc and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her teat did n't just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own accordance and charged around like they owned the place.

Mom came out of the bathroom in her gown, an ugly one, but she had her some physical composition on and had brushed her tomentum. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I did n't tell her.

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to talk to your father. And do something about ... that ! '' She pointed at my cock.

I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the diehard movie was on. Cool.

Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more care on her face. Plucking her eyebrows or some such SOB, I do n't know.

At 8:59, the speech sound rang. The Captain is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favorite porn site, and found the Lesbo jet party. In lupus erythematosus than a mo I was at entire staff again. Mom was settling into the telephone call in the swivel chair.

'' Yes, he 's here, '' she was saying to Dad. She swirled around, only to find me stroking my hammer and hardcore Lesvos on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she could n't see.

'' Yeah, he 's ok, he 's been a bit of a tablet, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that stupid girl he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an retard, but she was just about his hurrying ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the shout. Mom was holding the telephone set to her right ear. It 's a corded French telephone because Dad did n't wish cellular telephone phones. So I stood up and vex my hard tool into Mom 's entrust ear.

She tried to bat me away, but it did n't really work. Still, she was distracted.

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the sound for a 2nd ... uh huh ... yes ... admiral Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah rant claptrap ...

I tried fondling her breasts, but she kept tightening her arms to her face and fighting me off. I spun the chair around so she faced me. I climbed on the chairwoman with her, and forced my cock to her mouth. Dad rambled on about Navy politics in Italian Republic as Mom has about a third of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly she had to spit it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be not bad ! We 'd have sex to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awful ! ``

Mom pushed me gruelling, I had to get off the chair.

'' Yes honey, he 's good here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so very much ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

Good God, I 'm right here ! But she had to make it take care good. She waited a few moments, then handed me the phone.

'' Hey Dad ! Happy mother 's Day ! ... yeah you too ow shtup ! I mean, sorry, I kicked the chair with my toe ... ''

In reality Mom had taken my cock and bent it downwards. When it 's this hard, it does n't bow downwards.

'' So you 're coming home soon ? ... that 'll be cool down ... maybe you can learn me some go-o-o-lf ... ''
Mom just slipped a testicle into her backtalk. Deliverer that feels nice.

'' Yeah I 'm taking care of her ... uh huh ... I will ... Ok dad, show them who 's gaffer ! ... do it you too. ``

Mom could state we were getting done, so she ran into her toilet and locked the door. shucks !

'' out-of-doors up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her present ! ``

Her muffled phonation replied, `` Go away, get dressed. We 're going to brunch with Jeanine. ``

Oh yeah ! Ok then, down boy.

(. Y. )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the mythical Sir Alexander Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the Sami one as the early night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her kickoff marriage but her married man 's endorse. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their mother 's house this morning. Jeanine was to break up them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite unlike from Mom, more in form of my propagation. Little shorter, little trimming capacitor, pocket-sized breasts but very perky, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a sweetheart, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very loaded skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere perspirer which really accentuated her form, while Jeanine wore a field blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom sports meeting ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball roll. It was n't too hard, we
already had two buck's fizz in us.

'' wellspring there 's this support group, a meeting place, for US Navy wives. You go online and typecast stuff about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help oneself person else who needs a hand. You know, there 's part for bases, so the gals local to a base can help each former with baby-sitting, doctor 's date and affair like that.

'' And we had talked online many clock time about stuff, then met in someone to blab about things we did n't want to spill about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

'' Cool ! '' I responded. `` And um, sorry for not knocking the former day ... ''

'' Oh, do n't worry about it. It 's fine, really. ``

'' Can ask you a personal doubt, Jeanine ? Are you planning on staying with your husband ? ``

'' Absolutely ! I love him to death ! But ... he knows I need to have some contact once in a while. He does n't mind as long as it 's just girls and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes home ! ``

'' Jeanine, '' Mom started. `` I, I mean 'we', were thinking maybe you 'd care to expend the rest of the day at our theatre ... ''

Jeanine did this petty smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. `` I could do that. But I have a rule. I do n't like it, but it 's all or nothing. ``

'' Go on, '' I said.

Jeanine looked at me. `` You, mister, ca n't refer me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't bear upon you. And I wo n't. And you wo n't. ``

'' Oh, '' I said, dejectedly. But Mom was so looking forward to this. `` But, I can be nearby ? ``

'' Sure, you can be two in away, you just ca n't refer me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

The rest of the brunch dragged on forever ! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute stories about me and all the knucklehead things I 've done over the years.

The moms had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like shoal female child, and getting all touchy feely like adult female do. But there were face, and lingering hired hand, and picayune caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how surd and fast Jeanine 's No-Touching normal really was.

We finally got up to lead, both gals kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more shocked than Fritz ! If I was a betting man, I 'd say she wanted to come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we 'd see her again sometime.

'' All of you ? Or just you ? '' she asked, smiling. Mom grabbed my helping hand and whisked me away.

For the ride home, Mom sat in the rear seat while Jeanine sat up front man with me. I did n't know why for a dyad minutes, but then it became ostensible ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a little `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's helping hand first appeared from behind the rear. I looked over at a red luminance to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left tit. Jeanine leaned back, her middle closed.
Then they fiddled with the hind end and got it reclined. Mom could now get two mitt on Jeanine 's boobs. First over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to outride on the road as Mom 's hired man deftly unbuttoned her friend 's blouse.

trump honked at me as I saw Mom pull Jeanine 's bra up and over her knocker, still connected but out of the way now. Jeanine just moaned softly.

We were almost rest home when Mom took off her own sweater. I hoped no taller elevator car or motortruck came alongside, they would have a good panorama for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the service department way, instead of out figurehead. '' I said to cipher. The girls were lost in their petty never-never land. I put the garage door down and had to pull Mom out of the car, she did n't need to pull up stakes Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a decent vodka tonic, with not much tonic water. I figured I could n't bear on, but I could look on ! I headed upstairs.

The gallon were on the bed, but they still had their annulus and horseshoe on. No superlative, though. Jeanine was lost in Mom 's boobs. I know the feeling ; it happens when you 're surrounded by that much tit. Mom looked over at me, dreamily, and made a hand move of sucking my shaft. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, heedful not to touch the precious Jeanine. I brought my tool to Mom 's lips, she devoured it.

Jeanine looked up with some shock registering on her case. `` Oh my god, you guy rope were n't kidding ! '' I guess it 's one thing to get a line about incest, quite another to actually see it. She went back to sucking on Mom 's tit, but kept looking up at the cock sucking action.

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my cock totally enjoying the smell and the prospect of another woman sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to continue cut back all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the side slide fastener, then shimmied out of her dame. Her clean garter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed pussycat. I guess she forgot to bring panty today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to have her instant of being stripped by a woman. Jeanine undid Mom 's skirt and slowly pulled it down. Mom also forgot her underwear today, what 's with these women today ? Ca n't seem to call up anything ...

'' semen and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a while. '' And I moved away on the bed a little to hold them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's ramification, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's hip, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up preceding Mom 's tits and got to her boldness where they kissed for several moments ... then she continued up until her teat were in Mom 's boldness. Soon, though, she moved again so that her slit was correctly in front of Mom. Jesus Christ Jeanine was horny, I could smell out her from here.

She straddled Mom 's face and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting natural language and mouth. I moved around to get a better look. Yep, Mom 's feeding cunt. Her low ! She gently tongued Jeanine for a while, then got bolder with each passing minute until she was eating out Jeanine like there was no tomorrow. Jeanine was loving it, I loved watching it. Although it was hard not to bear on Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her thenar as she came violently. Her completely body shook and trembled as she screamed `` nookie '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl cream and this huge grinning on her fount. I went to Mom.

'' Hey no tuching ! '' said Jeanine, suddenly wary of me.

'' I 'm not touching you, but I am going to lick up some of your bitch succus. ``

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouthpiece and kept the rest for myself. MMmmmmmm ... womanhood cum. Different from Mom, but still pussy succus. I looked jeanine in the eye as I swallowed it down. She smiled, but kept her distance from me even as she moved down between Mom 's legs.

I held Mom 's head so she could see better, and I massaged her tits for her.

'' Can you believe this, Mom ? ``

'' No ! Not really ! This has been a very good weekend ! ``

'' She 's licking your kitty, right now, Mom. How is it ? ``

'' Fucking tremendous ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you guys doing to me ... I 'm such a slut ! ``

I reached over to the nightstand and found a vibrator, I handed it to Jeanine. She used it swiftly and delicately. I tried taking mental notes as cleaning woman seem to eat slit different than men, or at least dissimilar from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her orgasm approached. I pinched and pulled her mamilla, thinking it might serve. It helped me, anyway.

'' Shit yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

Jeanine drank down all of Mom 's stuff, then pulled off and smiled up at us.

'' Pretty near ? I 've never done that before ! ``

'' You 're awesome ! '' Mom answered.

'' But I thought, '' I countered. `` I thought you fooled around with young lady before ? ``

'' Well, yes, but just fooling around. Some necking and touch. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

Well, I had been about as patient as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging cock needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the sign of the zodiac, I 'm getting some !

I got Jeanine to lie on her back and Mom crawled up on her in a sixty-nine position. But not the favorable, on all 4 way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her legs over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

It took a piddling piece of work to position myself, but I figured it out. I had never been with Sir Thomas More than one other person in a bed before, and now one that I 'm not supposed to touch.

Mom 's pussy was so wet and slick, My tool just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was loose or anything, but I was so hard and her cunt offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... dwelling sweetness nursing home ... '' I mused as my shaft sank completely into Mom 's puss.

'' Be it ever so base ... '' Mom said.

'' Dares mo pace ike 'ome ,'Jeanine said with her mouth stuffed with pussy lips and, if I was n't mistaken, my balls were hitting something back there. Her poke, I think. She did n't complain.
I withdrew and pushed back in ; yep, my lump were dragging on something ! The thinking of touching the untouchable Jeanine just fired me up more. Mom moaned as my cock thrusts ground her kitty more into Jeanine 's mouth.

'' OK you guys, '' Mom said between hint. `` This is now ... my favourite fucking perspective ... of all time ... fucking sanctum shit ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't concentrate and just rested her oral sex on the Commander 's wife 's cunt.

I had a hold on Mom 's rosehip, but I decided she needed a spanking.

SPANK !

'' Ow ! What was that ... oof ... for ? ``

'' retribution, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' Payback 's a kick ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass impudence was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' Well you probably should let ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their trembling felt practiced on my shaft as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah Mommy ... yeah ... ooh yeah ma ... ``

'' Travis baby ... fuck me ... so in force ... fuck me ... fuck your slutty momma ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your loose woman ... Fuck your nasty slut .... '' She seemed to wish saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the compass point of no retort, a few more moment of this and I would be done.

'' I 'm going to cum, Mom ! I 've got to cum ! ``

'' Do it indulge ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty puss ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my putz as hard and deep as I could into Mom 's twat. My throbbing cock loosed squirt after fantastic spurt late inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So bonk hot ... Mom 's kitty-cat suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy shtup as she came.

I do n't know what was happening to Jeanine down there, was she she drowning ? I pulled out to hold in on her.

The moment my turncock came out, my spermatozoan followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

'' Mom ! She 's eating it all ! ``

'' Jeanine, salve me some ! '' begged Mom.

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the repose in her mouth. She patted Mom on her ass,
indicating Mom should get off and come and get some.

Mom spun around and she and Jeanine kissed a cummy kiss.

I lay back on the bed, and then Mom came and kissed me with a little bit of cum on her lips.

Slutty Mom !

After respective minute of arc of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

'' No, do n't get up ! I 've got to get the kid. And ... it 's your extra day, Cheryl. ``

We were disappointed, but at the same clock time it was kind of nice just to be alone with each former. Jeanine let herself out.

I rolled on top of Mom and we kissed. And we french kissed. And we soul-kissed. And we kissed for many long minutes, not just a few moments.

I only broke the kiss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my dick. Deliverer, I had never used this before. It felt great !

'' Where are you going with that thing ? '' Mom asked.

'' Hows the caravan schedule ? '' I asked.

'' The trail are clear ! '' Mom said, and she spread her legs wide-cut for me.

I dribbled some of the lubricating substance from the bottle right onto her little Robert Brown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lubricate into her left hired hand. She used that to guide my tool in the good direction.

My prick hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indentation in this paries. I pressed a lilliputian ... the indentation let me travel forward ...

I locked middle with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to broadcast her peg wider.

With a sudden release of tautness, my hammer mind poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven inches to go.

With little thrusts, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty body. Mom grimaced a duad metre, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

octonary and a half inches of cock, mine, were buried in Mom 's sozzled asshole.

'' Travis ... it 's been years ... before I married your founder ... that anyone has done this. To me. ``

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so awry ... this is all so wrong ... but I like being a fornicatress ... I 've pushed it

down so long ... it 's nice to let my freak out ! Thank you, Travis. I love you, honey. ``

I could n't opine of anything else to say, except

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )