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Mother 's Day


(. Y. )

'' Hey Captain ! '' I said into my phone.

'' Hey Panama hat ! '' my dad said.

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

'' One in presence of the other, for speed ! '' He 's a fighter pilot program, that 's the standard reply. `` And yourself ? ``

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

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

'' Oh yeah, dad. I 'm going home, uh, Friday good afternoon. After course of instruction gets out. Please tell me you sent something ? ``

We both laughed again. Dad once had the depression that since his wife was n't his mother, he did n't need to get her anything for mother 's day. That is the wrong stamp, believe me ! He 'd been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to station something because he was TDY ( temporary responsibility ) in Italy. Dad was a captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very meddlesome. The family is in Alexandria, Virginia, 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 wedge. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first of all disconnection War. He was a blueness Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight loss leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he 's cool under fire, great under pressure, and a fucking singular guy and a great dad.

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

Anyway, I was finishing up my live year of the day on Th, Psych, when I got an e-mail flak from my History professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

poise. I went to the fraternity, packed up my whoreson and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up close workweek so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all sleep together day, getting angry when I did n't return the `` I love yous '' within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a test, calm down. No ! You do n't know me rant fustian blah, christ what a chore.

We 'd lived in Alexandria only a couple eld, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my clock time at family with her. She 'll be glad to see me home betimes, I thought. I 'll surprise her.

The two-hour movement went by pretty prompt, and I pulled into our little house. It 's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by sealed 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 house is 5 sleeping accommodation, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It 's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the assuredness theatre. I heard some comical noises upstairs ; is that the TV, or does Mom have some mass up there ?

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I did n't call out. Why not ? I wish I would 've. The racket was people, women 's spokesperson, sounded like they were having a party or something. Could n't pee-pee it out exactly.

I made my way down the Asaph Hall, stepped into my parent 's sleeping room, and got the shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her vauntingly white meat cradled between her arms. Her weapons system were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that was n't all.

Laying side by side to my mom was another fair sex, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. pinko, I think it was. They were laying right adjacent to each former, their coat of arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the early gal, I 'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my drumhead to the flat screen on the wall, the source of all the interference. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those tribade pip-squeak orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Smitty Stevens, and a crew of others, too. The porn is where one female child gets `` miss cum '' sprayed all over her face by all the other doll. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it 's not yellow, it 's all clear like they 've been drinking beer. Anyway, that 's not the full stop of the story.

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

All this takes thirster to describe than it actually took place, I think I was only there a mates seconds when I blurted out :

'' Hi Mom. ``

Both adult female jerked their header towards me, screamed, and tried to find the natural covering. However, that took a few More seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of rum, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

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

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, 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 freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to shoal. I did n't eff what else to do. The headphone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger arse when there was a big

< /i > Whump ! < i >

What the fucking did I hit ? The car is still moving ... cipher 's around me ... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major nooky chuckhole receding in the length. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the battlefront wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull over to the side of the route. Looking under the front man 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 minute and towed me to the nearest motorcar repair buster. 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 chum are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

'' I 'm so sorry 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. ``

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

Click.

So now I had some time to reckon about this. And I came to the ending that I did n't experience what to call up. Was she cheating on Dad ? form of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us ? Absolutely. `` And we always tell the verity in this house ! '' That line was drilled into me, by her, for age. Oh gawd ...

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

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so discombobulate. I mean, she 's always been 'the hot mom'. When my ethnic music had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her ; let me get that, I 'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the chalk, I 'll get more ice ... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a thrill out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure. But she 's also, Mom. Mom, who would call at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty brake shoe, getting a'B'in skill. Mom, who knew all my button and just how to bring 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 feast or something, I guess. ``

'' It was at an Air forcefulness base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the'O'nine, and I know it sounds dull, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 proceedings. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was sr. than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

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

I kind of blushed and turned my head. I do n't require to listen about this !

'' You probably do n't require to hear this, but I need to explicate some things to you. Things that parents do n't normally share with their Kid but, in twinkle of certain ... circumstances ... I think you deserve to cognize. ``

She started dishing out Aunt Betty 's famous chicken formula. My favorite. What a coincidence.

'' After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to CA. 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 group, politics play a big part of your furtherance. And let me recount you. I was a < /i > big asset < i > to your father 's vocation ! '' She posed for a moment, sticking out her dresser and ass before she sat down.

'' He knew it, I knew it, and we played the plot. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to jawbone your commanding officer, or get your wife do it. ``

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

'' Oh ! Heavens no ! But a minuscule flirting goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always straight 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 air Angels, that was the offset I heard of it. Just piffling susurration at low, perhaps some likable looking at from other wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than than anything, but his itch outweighed his vows. It was n't his fault, he said.

'' So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife'and raise you two son and make a life for us, or bail out and conflict on my own. ``

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

'' It was n't slowly, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big ones. '' I remember some of those. Not undecomposed clip. `` But in the end, I wanted the spirit. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable menage for my kids.
'' He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road'and he never brought it domicile. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to call off it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

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

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

'' Of course 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 Church Father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I would n't swap it for the world. '' She was life-threatening, not just bull-shitting me.

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

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

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

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

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. guessing down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he 's cheated on my mom and ca n't get his hawkshaw hard. Christ Christ, what a day.
We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her missive 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 varsity letter. You could see the ink smears where Mom 's tears had dropped on the pages.

'' And so ... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She 's vernal than me by a few old age, but in the same boat. We got imbibe once and spilled our gut, our late, deep guts ! And after respective month of talking, we decided to have a little stick seance today. You were coming dwelling house tomorrow, so ... ''

'' Really ? That was the low gear metre ? ``

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

We looked at each former for a present moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

'' Ok Mom. Well 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-count I judged you so harshly at first off. Obviously, that was n't fair, or very Nice. ``

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very skillful hug. She cried a little 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 buss on the lips.

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

We had a minuscule dessert, then I excused myself for the eventide as I was very tired. 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 and did some search for MILF BIG TITs and found some old deary. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a Weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me ? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my psychological science classes ? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It 's not so often that I 'm into watersports, because, it 's form of weird. It 's more than that, this is just sort of ... wrong ... on so many levels, and yet these wench are having such a nookie blast ! They are either some not bad actresses ( doubtful ) or they are so tuned into sex that they just have it away this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiend and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 bit flick.

I whacked off, and I could n't help but fancy Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a Friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick 's pussy and whoa ... nookie ... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1 ! I had to observe it 's mind down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It 's happened before, faith me.

I slept pretty skillful that night. I 'd like to tell you about some crazy sex pipe dream, but I did n't actually accept any.

(. Y. )

I slept in money box about 10 on Friday. That 's NOT something we do when dad 's dwelling house. But, obviously, when the skipper 's away, the leghorn will play ! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a courteous breakfast of eggs and Francis Bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden ; it was time to plant some bloom. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my loading shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and boxing glove and former implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few arcminute later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. shortstop. They went at least two or maybe even three mm passed where her peg break from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her ... private expanse. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she 'd taken the retentive shirt butt and tied them into a knot in straw man. This exposed some of her abdomen to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a endorse, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

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

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my selection and also with a blamed fury. I need to retrieve properly. square away up and fly right, dumbshit.

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

Now, you may say that 's a damn high identification number for a mid-forties woman. Well, fucking you. And the gymnastic horse you rode in on. Mom was rather Junoesque at five leg it nine. And she had curve, and they were tight. And her frame, while not diminutive like a starving mannikin, was very pleasing. Her boobs were ... big. I do n't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important ? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. doubling that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the advantageously voice was her font. Good chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. nice pelt as she kept out of the sun for the almost part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one unseasoned looking. But the dependable voice were her oculus and her smile. When she smiled at you, it was n't all fakey asshole, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that stand for something.

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

'' Easy tiger, you do n't feature to do it all in one minute, you know ! ``

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the ground together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy mansion so Mom always wanted to plant flush to make it look skillful. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant and make things grow. We chatted about all form of material, until she brought up a funny remark subject out of the blue.

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

I raised my head up from the power shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knee with her wooden leg tucked under her. Her tit jiggled as she tried to go spread out a flora flat.

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

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

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

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

I laughed out loud at that one.

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

'' A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old jersey, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can ... a female parent knows ! '' There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

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

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

'' Well, how do you think I felt, mom ! '' We laughed again. `` Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex movement. I felt like a lunatic compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, good afternoon, nighttime clip ... 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 aspect at my cistron kitty ! '' I argued. `` I did n't take much choice of not being a sex devil. I mean, scar got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad ! ``

'' wellspring, Trav. Let 's not attain each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It 's too mussy. ``

wellspring she was mightily about that, my shit gets everywhere.

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

'' Me ? '' Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the suggestion. `` Fib ? Never ? It 's on. But there must be a penalty, in typeface person loses control ... ''

'' Hmmm. penalization. '' I thought for a few here and now. Then I came up with a neat and severe idea.

'' How about, '' I began. `` Whoever 'loses', has to get the other person determine them 'lose'again ? ``

Holy fuck what did I just suggest ? One of us watch the former masturbate ? I 'm some kind of sick ass puppy and I do n't cognise if there 's a nirvana but I 'm reasonably sure there 's a pit and I 'll be in it with all the other derelicts and pervert and killers and --

'' Deal ! '' Mom said.

We worked the crap 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 headland to try and catch some child's play. I got back to body of work, I was trying to chop up the roots away from some former fucking Tree that was invading the flower 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, mammy ! '' I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to deform my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass ! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should plough a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots.

'' Foul ! '' Mom said again. `` You ca n't place your foul 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 breath just barely cheap enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. `` God tinker's dam Kid ... show no respect ... put em through college ... they cheat at the games ... ''

I just chuckled until Mom sat up straight person and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her chest swelled to tremendous proportions as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

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

I kept sneaking looking at as she went about her business like I was n't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the future. And another one. the Nazarene ! How many buttons are on this fucking shirt ? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied right at her belly button.
I could now see divulge boob flesh.

segmentation. Lovely, dark, and trench. But I have hope to keep. And many Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before I ... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising botch. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all quaternary, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a petunia and place it in the priming coat. 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 mamilla, of trend, they were straining her shirt.

'' There 's no fouls, commemorate ? ``

'' There should be. Illegal apparent movement in the ... presence ... ''

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

'' Yeah, that. Stop it or I 'll go on strike and form a union and picket your house. 'Unfair to workers'. ``

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very decent. 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 hosiery going, washing down the bricks of all the shite. I took in the relaxation 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 shoe on, but they were smutty and grunge had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

'' okey, stand back. The water shoots out pretty voiceless. '' Always thinking of how to be ripe to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my feet and got the dirt off. Got the shite off my shins and sura, too. Good not to traipse all that filth onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hosepipe and shot me in the crotch ! And the breast and face ! She was hosing me down ! And that fucking water felt coldness !

'' 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 ... wait ... do n't ... TRAVIS ! ``

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my arms. She 's not scant as a feather, but it was n't a problem for an adrenaline and hormonally charged Young man.

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

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

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

Jesus Christ ! I thought the hose urine was cold ! We do n't turn on the pool heater until Memorial Day ! roll in the hay ! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing consignment underdrawers. The kind with ilk 17 air hole and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks ! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swimming team ! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked backbreaking and charm Mom, gave her a Yank on the leg, and passed her.

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

'' You dirty, shitty, cheating niggling prick ! I was winning ! Oh you 're an incense piece of shit ! ``

I turned to aid her out so she would n't drop off. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my cock. Rise, that is. Which was n't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the pee, the common cold H2O, I could n't hold myself. Her mammilla had hardened to near ball field forte, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet textile clung to her consistence, leaving nothing to the imagination. 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 gather up her fuzz and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous teat even more. I was now at to the full care and did n't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right ? This is n't serious, right ? Is it ? nooky !

Mom kept up her suspect tirade. `` little rat-bastard ! It 's on now ! You can count on that ! Wait until I tell your father -- '' She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to look down and saw my raging hard-on.

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

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

I patted her stern 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.

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

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I got out of the exhibitor. 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 require to lose ! Ok, true statement be told, I 'm certainly that I had masturbated to Mom at some compass point in my life. But ... diddly ... it was n't all the sentence, hardly ever. I just did n't recollect of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I got ta fucking crystalize my head.

'' love ? '' Mom called from the hallway. `` There 's a sandwich downstairs. I 'm going to houseclean 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 steakhouse. The kind where a Solanum tuberosum is xii dollars.

'' Yeah ! Sure ! Sounds good ! '' I dried my privates but kept moving. Fuck ! I did n't have it away it was this grueling not to contact myself !

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

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I ca n't do this.

I 'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to rick the knob.

Locked.

nooky squawk ! 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.

fountainhead, I certainly never got a unvoiced on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You ca n't spiel Xbox and not eat.

(. Y. )

Got a school text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight ! Let 's be ready to bequeath around 6:30. dinner party reservations are at 7. clothes kind of overnice. beloved, Mom.

Mom does n't know that you do n't get spell out every Logos in a textual matter. Or she does n't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

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

At 6:15, I put on my nice bootleg trouser and a total darkness silk shirt, it 's got some blank little paisley activeness going on over one berm. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I had n't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my hair up ... boom. Looking pretty sharp ! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

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

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

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

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a grim wearing apparel and richly heels. But that 's like saying the Eiffel tugboat is a metal structure.

This clothes, wow ! Satiny fabric, trench and dark bootleg. It went to about her mid-thighs so it was n't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very rigorous. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small boxing glove around her voluptuous body. You could see some motion in the dress. I was n't sure, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a small drawing string of faux infield going across the spine, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the diminished of Mom 's dorsum. The very small of it. the smallest part. What I would call, 'Below the bang'even.

She did a piddling turn for me in the antechamber. Her dress flew out a vanish inches as she spun. I like that.

'' So ? '' she asked. Mom had her gloomy tomentum done differently, some big curls and waves and summerset instead of her usual flat. night red lipstick and gorgeous eye constitution completed her looking at. She was waiting for me to say something.

'' Fabulous ... fabulous ... sanctum dogshit ... you do n't look like anybody 's female parent ! ``

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

'' Like the brake shoe ? ``
Black patent leather, stiletto bounder, and extra shoulder strap that went up her ankle far more than than is legal in some southern nation. The heels were perfect ; high, but not so high up as to make believe one look unintelligent when they walk.

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

Mom laughed.

'' I 'm dangerous ! '' I continued. `` We 're not taking the explorer. I 'm getting the Jag keys ! ``

Dad 's jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, did n't get out much. I was n't allowed to tug it. He inherited it from a racy uncle some eld back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand clam a year on it just trying to hold open it running, too. Brits, good multitude 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 door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her English. Taking her hired man, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the locomotive, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with hope of a dissipated and life-threatening ride !

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

The waiting region was crowded, I was trying to tick in with the Maitre'D. Mom was behind some magniloquent asshole.

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

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into view and held my arm, and smiled her honor winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an laurels in 8th grade for practiced smile. We only tell the true statement ... ok I 'll exclude up.

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

Mom made sure to brush her breast against Fritz a small, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $ 50, he refused. No, no money ! Not for such a looker as this ! You need your money Whitney Young man !

The waiter came up right away.

'' Good evening folks ! Welcome to 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, self-important, contemptuous fool ! ``

Mom did a expression 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 rumpus ? Not really. Just a gang 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 assorted breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you ? We got a new waiter, too. She was much unspoilt and kept her damn lip shut. The other guy was moved across the elbow room so we did n't suffer to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our order and they left us alone.

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

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

'' Well, '' she continued. `` If I 'm not your female parent, then maybe we should sit a footling bit closer, do n't you call up ? '' And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my paw on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hairsbreadth as we sipped champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

'' Mmmm, '' Mom cooed. `` That 's better. Now we look like a couple. '' And she patted my stifle under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they ca n't see under the table but I was able to shut out my poor fish sass up just in time.

The dinner was marvellous. The filets were tender and succulent, the Solanum tuberosum fab, and the caller was ... Almighty. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner party. Shoulders, or feet, or something. It was n't forced, either. It felt prosperous, almost natural. I regaled her with history of bad girl Friend and bad sex times ; now that we were on a dissimilar level, we could talk about a lot to a greater extent stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of forty seven dollar bill. 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 terpsichore places around here ? ``

'' But of course ! Across the street is the fantastic juju lounge ! You can get out your car here and call us to come get you ! I will yell my friend at the door, you wo n't wait in line. ``

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

Fritz went into total flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge ... now here was a berth. Swanky. Expensive. $ 12 beers and $ 20 drinkable. But Fritz got us set up with a nice little booth far enough away from the band so we could let the cat out of the bag, but not out in the boonies, either.

The prolusion stria played 80 's pop music, Mom 's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew most of the songs too.

'' Trav, I have n't danced in eld ! please ? ? ? ``

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

'' This is ... SO often FUN ! '' Mom shouted to me. approve it was pretty brassy. She moved in closer to me to verbalise into my ear. `` Thank you so much sweetie, I 'm loving this ! ``

'' Me too, Mom ! ``

'' No, not 'Mom', remember ?. Um ... call me ... 'Dixie'! ``

'' Dixie ? ``

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

'' Sure, I guess ? ``

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

'' Oh ! Shit ! That ! Haha ! Well it was ... hard ... very knockout ... but I managed not to. ``

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

Holy shit, did she just say that ? Because 'winning'meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um ... too much thinking ...

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

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

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

'' You 're not wearing red. ``

'' Shut up and hold me. ``

'' Yes, Dixie. ``

She smiled at that. I placed my right deal on the minor of her rear. Her bare back .. My left hand held her flop hand, 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 foot up apart. I pulled her finisher. Her slight, yet intoxicating, odor almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest of drawers bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer ... her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an column inch shorter than me.
I pretended to trip up and pulled her tight, to stabilize her of path. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her humble back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no scanty where there should be some, only a slight petite string.

I was trying to stay fresh my tremendous 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 script further down the back of her dress and cupped a warm ass impertinence. My Mom 's lovesome ass brass. This was it. It 's prescribed. I 'm copping a spirit off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

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

'' You 've got a petty something back here, '' I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small kisses in the general area. South breathed in backbreaking, crushing her titty into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a fiddling more.
I was n't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance flooring. I whispered into her ear.

'' Dixie, I want to see you masturbate 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 mo, though. I want to see you fetch up. '' Again, a head nod. I released her rightfield hand so I could put both arms around her waistline, and she wrapped her weapon around my neck.

'' Travis ... love ... ''

'' Yes, Dixie ? ``

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

'' I do love you, Mom. And not ... not just as a son. '' I emphasized my assertion with a arduous pelvic thrust. I know what I 'm doing, i thought to myself. Do n't I ? Do I ? What the piece of tail ? What about Dad ? He does n't merit this ?

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

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

We walked off the terpsichore floor, Mom holding my hired man and me trailing her very closely. I did n't require everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

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

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

'' Well, no admiration. Looking the way you do, Mo -- Confederate States of America ! I meant Dixie ! You look stunning. You should see the early guy cable checking you out. Some of the girls, too. ``

'' Really ? '' Mom asked. She crushed her bosom into my shoulder and arm. I swung my free hired man over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other chest, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it 's weight and sizing. Mmmmmm, very spongy, yet firm, fucking grand. Her pap rose to greet my decoration. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

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

I kissed Mom 's neck again, and munched on her pinna. She downed her swallow. All of it.

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

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It was n't comfortable. Several minutes went by, I began to get bear on. Ten instant. well, sometimes there is a line, maybe ?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two youthful guys ! And she was doing a shot ! And laughing ! And another shot ! Fuck !

She walked back to our board and plopped down hard future to me.

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

'' Oh it'ss amercement, '' she said. A little slur to her speech. `` I just needed another drink to ... well ... I have to admit something to you and it is n't easy. '' Mom reached into her tiny pocketbook and pulled out a wad of black material.

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

'' I needed to let in to you that you won ! I had to go to the lady elbow room so I could cum and not make a mess out here ! I 'm so know wet ... ''

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

Mom smiled a wicked grinning and nodded her head.

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

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the visor with her recognition placard, she told me to speed. I thought it was because we were in a hurry to get domicile. But, no.

She was in a hurry to encounter a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get wan in.

(. Y. )

We took a cab domicile so I could monitor her on the way. She only got sick the one time, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her way and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her brake shoe, gently, caressing her animal foot a trivial. I eased her out of her dress, which is n't know well-off at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the piddle W.C. and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water and go pee. After several minutes, she got down about 12 ounces of weewee. The all time she was spouting off `` I 'm dismal I 'm deplorable ''. Yep. I know. I 'm no-account too.

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

okay, yes it did occur to me to finger her up or eat up 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 on the iPad when I heard the business firm creaking a bit. Somebody upstairs is moving.

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

'' Travis ? ``

'' Yeah Mom, how you doing ? ``

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

'' I 'm ... kind of fuzzy on some things ... but I 'm pretty sure enough I wrecked our night, right ? ``

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

'' So ... I remember noblewoman 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 slattern. I 'm so deplorable Travis, thanks for getting me home. ``

'' well, 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 oneself me get those afterwards 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 lamentable. I wanted ... I was struggling with ... I mean ... turd. I 'll just say it. I do n't cognise what I was thinking last Nox ... I was make 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 work out. ``

I sat down and we clasped hands.

'' Mom, or is it Confederate States of America ? ``

'' It 's Mom, son. ``

'' wellspring, Mom, that 's not the only chance we 'll ever have. ``

'' Trav, did you want to ? But it 's so ... well we know it 's not the properly thing to do. The moment was right, the metre was right, but maybe it did n't happen for a intellect. And maybe it 's for the skillful. I 'm sorry if I led you on, but ... I ca n't do this anymore. ``

Mom stood up and went back upstairs. I heard the cascade go on.

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

So I played for a dyad hours, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things.

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

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

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic patch 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 Woman, Mom 's favorite.

'' Let 's go get the gondola and some tiffin, '' 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 dick into her hip. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, did n't mention those things.

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

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

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to nail my mom final night, and today, it 's like zero happened. backrest to normal. But I 'm not liking pattern. I do n't wish it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore ? Or was it just a spur of the bit thing ? Random chance ? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indefinable. 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 ragged, 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 syndicate. With a glass of wine. I guess she 's fully recovered then. I marched outside ; a man on a mission.

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

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

'' Well, indisputable honey have a hindquarters -- ''

'' 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 feather Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 certain ? '' Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

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

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

'' well then, Travis. cum and commit your mom a hug and a buss ! ``

(. Y. )

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

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

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our dead body blended together, my thorax pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a foresightful time. Both of us were breathing faster, our lineage racing through our consistence. Our appease passion turned to furious passion. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I 'm sure she was soaking wet, but I did n't require to rush affair. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent cleaning woman. You do n't get cleaning lady like this everyday. I 've had mickle of lady friend, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our candy kiss and just smiled at each early, both of us breathing heavily.

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

I got off her and stood up so I could dismantle. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could determine. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her pectus. She ran her tongue over her backtalk slowly.
I bent down to take off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

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

'' eighter and a half, but who 's count. ``

'' sanctum shit ! ``

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a char 's shirt, but looks like a man 's yearn sleeve Edward White dress shirt.

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

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

I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and textile ripped. I grabbed it get down down to rip it open completely.

'' A bra ? Really ? ``

This was an industrial effectiveness jobbie, no sum of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting place and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One claw, two, christ ! Three fucking hook shot ? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfective tense teat. 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 least half a minute as they heaved with each breathing space. My cock could n't get any harder, but it wanted to.

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

I undid her capri bloomers and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the gasp behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, save up for the little spell of crimson held be some tiny material.

'' madam in Red '' I said softly.

I yanked on the thong. It 's strings broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the side of meat, her bare pussycat looked so receive. I reached over and distribute her leg, her scent immediately appeared from her now assailable area.

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

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

I climbed between her legs, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my odd hand and held her neck, while my rightfulness snaked down between our ramification and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her branch, making it well-heeled. The tip of my hammer found an amazingly hot and wet berth. I rubbed my headway up and down, slathering her succus all over my mushroom cap.

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

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

We looked in each other 's center as I sank my stopcock lower ... and deeper ... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last-place four in up to the hilt.

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

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each former. Her wooden leg naturally wrapped around mine as we began to make love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her button. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it 's full depth.

Mom broke the buss, just to whisper my name.

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

And then I started fucking her.

My deary trick is to pull my stopcock out about of the way, and then drive it back rest home. Ok, that 's not a big surprise, it 's probably every guy 's favorite trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and immediate knife thrust back down brought a quick little `` hoo ! '' from Mom. She grabbed my ass to construct sure as shooting I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to fulfill my driving force and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her concentrated and pulled her nipple and pinched her teat and fucked her faster.
I held on to her tit for dear living as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass buttock. Cupping her butt joint hard, I could get it on faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouthpiece, 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 minutes. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a serious look at her. She cupped her white meat and pulled them up so her chin was resting between them.

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

'' Thank you ... Travis ... thank you ... for fucking ... me ... fuck me ... have sex me ... fuck your ... mom ''

That associate feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slip both hands under her ass cheeks. My right handwriting went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her lilliputian backdoor for a few here and now, and easily slid my middle fingerbreadth up inside her ass.

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

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

'' I love ... shtup you ... Mom ... fucking ... love you ... ''

My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my starting time spurt Mom 's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom 's spasming vagina. I felt ... so tie to her ... as in we 'cleaved into one shape'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, perfectly spent. Her twat still contracted in little spasms.

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

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

'' Lay down love, it 's okay. '' I rolled onto my book binding, Mom lay along slope me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

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

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

'' Mom ... ''

'' Yes, honey ? ``

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

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

'' I 'm practiced. A little wear. Give me a couple minutes though, and we 'll begin Round Two ! ``

'' Really ! '' Mom purred. `` I have n't had a Round Two in a prospicient prison term ! ``

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 intend it 's hot. ``

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

'' Oh my fucking God, Travis ! I have n't use up a man 's cum in ... years ! ! Oh god it 's so perverted ! ``
She was right-hand. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to full effectiveness in just a few moments.

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

It 's a good feeling, having your mom sucking on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. Firm pressure, proficient tongue action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good thing about the 'second'hard-on, is that it takes more arousal to cum than the first one. I got to enjoy Mom 's blowjob a good long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to fuck that men are ocular, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awful 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 ill. ``

'' You do ? ``

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

She smiled her award-winning smiling again, and crawled up my soundbox, dragging her luscious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my side, swinging it a denude column inch from me. Her dark mammilla hung an inch or more from her big aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

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

Finally, I relinquished her titty. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her fork, she 's fingering herself, I thought. well, I 'm sword lily 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 than leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet mammilla to make it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit build, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I 'm not sure. I was lost in
tit heaven.

'' Christ, Travis ! '' Mom exclaimed after about ten minutes of this. `` You really like tits, do n't you ! ``

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

'' God no ! Keep going ! It 's like the safe massage in the human race ! But do n't touch my puss, or I will cum. ``

I gave her a dubious feeling, then I cupped her pussy mound and rubbed my palm into her clit.

True to her word, she shuddered and came, right wing then. sort of a pocket-sized one, but I liked it !

I got back in between her legs and slipped my peter inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left pinhead. I was n't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

'' Mom, can you help oneself me with this one ? '' I asked, indicating her the right way one.

I pushed her chest up so she could reach it with her lip, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.

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

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

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

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

I pulled my putz out of it 's menage, but I brought it to a station just as courteous, Mom 's nipple. This way she could tongue my rooster as well as her nipple at the Saame metre. The fact that now her twat succus was on her tit and my cock only seemed to excite her more.

I swabbed her pussy with my deal, getting More juice, and slathered it in her tit valley. I sat astride her tum as she grabbed her knocker and held them wide, then pressed them together, nearly hiding my stopcock entirely. Only a bit of the tip stuck out at the top. Mom kissed it.
I slowly fucked her wonderful tits. Then I quickly fucked them ! Mom opened her backtalk so my peter head would touch her tongue on the upstroke. Furiously, I fucked her tits like a madman.

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

Well, with her boost and with that lots pressing from her tits, I had little choice.

My first cum blast went right into her mouth, followed by the second. The lowest few I pulled back so the cum just dripped onto her nipples. Mom swallowed down her stacks, then she bent her head and thrash and sucked all the cum from her tits.

Tired, but excited, I slid down between her peg and breathed in her heady aromas.

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

But here, I just wanted to rub my side all over her puss. Which I did. And I kissed, and licked, and sucked, and probed her for 60 minutes. Or maybe 10 instant. I also did her caper, which was to look up into her eyes. But well-nigh of the clock time they were closed or I could n't even see them on account statement of her tits being in the way. I stuck a finger in her ass again, just to keep her on her toes. She squealed at that.

Again, the fruition hit me. I 'm having sex with Mom. And she 's LOVING it ! And this wo n't be a onetime matter. I do n't know how this will work in the future with other people in the equality, but we will be fucking. Oh yes, there will be fucking.

As Mom came for the umpteenth time, she coated my boldness with her female cum.

'' semen here, baby ! '' she said, with her hands outstretched for me. Grasping my face, she kissed me deeply. her flavor actually dripping from my chin. She lapped up my chin with her tongue, like a good mommy.

(. Y. )

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

'' Sure, but not now. ``

'' Why ? I 'm trusted we can chance some lube or -- ''

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

It took me a couple moments.

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

'' No we do n't ! '' agreed Mom. `` But the place will be vindicated tomorrow morning. ``

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

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

'' So Mom, tell me more than about this woman the former day. ``

'' Oh ... Jeanine. ``

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

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

'' Mom, I 've eaten your cunt. I 've seen you suck cock. You can secernate me about your minuscule 'playdate'with Jeanine. ``

'' Oh, O.K.. Well, Like I said, we had spilled our guts one dark. And we talked about how nice it would be to have an sexual climax without being alone all the clock time ! We were quite drunk, and we said we should help each other out.

'' Clarence Shepard Day Jr. went by, neither of us said another word about it. I just put it down as a pathetic conversation between drunk people.

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

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

'' I did what any red-blooded female would do. I came too ! ``

I gave my mom a fist-bump.

'' So we said we should get together the future day. We were just going to be in the same room. We promised. We said we were n't lesbians, just kindred spirits looking for a little companionship.

'' So then, she came over after dejeuner. We had some vino, okay, maybe a lot of wine-colored. We were both very flighty. After our endorsement glassful, which polished off the feeding bottle, I took a inscrutable breath and said something like, well the TV upstairs in my bedroom is connected to the cyberspace, if we wanted to check something.

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

'' I know ! '' I agreed. `` It is just pee, or what ? But, nobody can just pee like that, right ? I mean, they pee like 4 feet into the air. ``

'' I do n't sleep together what it is, and it looks stupid. But ... it was so ... I guess 'debauched'would be the Son, if it is a word ... 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 comfortable that way ? So we got defenseless. And, to tell you the true statement, I 've never seen a mature woman naked, in my actual presence before.

'' I got, very unquiet again. Jeanine did too. We just stood there and looked at each others naked consistency. She looked beautiful, but then we argued as to who was more beautiful. Suddenly, one of the gals on the video screamed and sprayed an enormous 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 leg and started ... using the vibrators ... and it was nice. Very nice. To sustain a warm physical structure next to me.

'' But not as overnice as this, of course of study ! '' she grabbed my flabby cock. It tried to respond but couldn't.

'' Nowhere near as nice as this ! '' She leaned over and kissed me. She 's a near kisser, I just kind of go all stupe 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 purulence. ``

'' But you wanted to try it. ``

Mom sighed. `` To be honest ... yes. Yes I wanted to sample 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 business. ``

'' 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 architectural plan. Um, what do you desire ? ``

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

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

'' We could maybe do that, '' Mom mused. `` But how ... how am I going to confront 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 school, you guys can reconnect, maybe ... I do n't know ... ''

'' Do you want that, Trav ? You want us to reconnect ? You want me to make him shoot some blue sky contraceptive pill and start out fucking me again ? ``

I did n't reply. I did n't make out what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so grand 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking veridical human beings reared its unworthy head.

'' I do n't fuck Mom. I do n't know. '' I switched gears on her. `` What I do acknowledge it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make reservations, but I 'll bet old Fritz would find a board for us ! ``

Mom beamed at the suggestion.

'' And uh ... what 's Jeanine doing tomorrow ? Does she make kidskin or what ? Maybe she could get together us. ``

Mom smiled and called her up.

(. Y. )

The alarm went off at 8:40, William Ashley 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 arouse and quick. ``

Well, shit, I 'm alert and fix right now ! Let 's go Mama !

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the toilet, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the well piece of ass 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 last night. Each clock time seems to be as good or better than before. When Mom semen, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaker like a niggling fille 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 candle flame as she rode my peter like it was a bucking bronc and she was the ball-busting cowgirl ! Her boob did n't just jiggle, they seemed to affect of their own pact and charged around like they owned the place.

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

'' Go on, '' she ordered. `` Scoot ! I need to babble out to your founding 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 moving picture was on. Cool.

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

At 8:59, the phone rang. The skipper is on the line !

They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet context and pulled up my favorite smut web site, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In less than a minute I was at full staff again. Mom was settling into the call in the swivel chair.

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

'' Yeah, he 's fine, he 's been a bit of a pill, though, lately ... I think he broke up with that dullard girlfriend he had ... yeah that one ... yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his stop number ... ''

I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the phone to her right ear. It 's a cord handset because Dad did n't like cell telephone. So I stood up and amaze my hard cock into Mom 's left ear.

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

'' Yes honey ... No, I 'm listening I just dropped the telephone set for a second ... uh huh ... yes ... full admiral Lyndon Baines Johnson 's wife ? Really ? '' and blah blah fustian ...

I tried fondling her breast, but she kept tightening her munition to her sides and fighting me off. I spun the chairwoman around so she faced me. I climbed on the president with her, and forced my peter to her sassing. Dad rambled on about navy blue politics in Italy as Mom has about a third of my turncock in her oral fissure. Suddenly she had to spit out it out.

'' MmmmhmmmMmmph sorry dear, was clearing my throat. Yes that would be great ! We 'd be intimate to see you next month for a week ! That 's so awesome ! ``

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

'' Yes honey, he 's justly here somewhere ... Ok ... I love you too ... thank you so a lot ... bye love ... here he is, TRAVIS ! ``

goodness God, I 'm right here ! But she had to do it face good. She waited a few instant, then handed me the phone.

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

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

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

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

Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the doorway. bull !

'' Open up in there ! '' I yelled as I banged on the door. `` It 's Mother 's Day ! Mommy needs her present ! ``

Her muffled voice 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 fabulous Fleming 's brunch. Fritz doubled his crusade to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the Saame one as the early Night, ASKED if there were any mother acquaint before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband 's second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their mother 's sign of the zodiac this morning. Jeanine was to find fault them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite unlike from Mom, more in form of my generation. Little light, petty trimmer, smaller breasts but very perky, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a ravisher, no uncertainty about it.

Both ladies had on very tight skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a field blouse.

'' So how did you and Mom meet ? '' I asked, trying to get the ball wheeling. It was n't too gruelling, we
already had two silver wattle in us.

'' Well there 's this support group, a forum, for Navy married woman. You go online and type material about ... whatever 's bothering you, or try to help oneself someone else who needs a helping hand. You know, there 's plane section for Base, so the gallon topical anaesthetic to a base can help each former with sit, doctor 's fitting and things like that.

'' And we had talked online many meter about stuff, then met in person to talk about thing we did n't need to talk about online. And, well, here we are ! ``

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

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

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

'' Absolutely ! I love him to death ! But ... he knows I need to stimulate some contact once in a spell. He does n't listen as long as it 's just girl 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 like to drop the rest of the day at our house ... ''

Jeanine did this little 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 touch me. At all. In any way. And I ca n't have-to doe with 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 column inch away, you just ca n't tinct me. ``

'' Ok, I 'm in ! ``

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

The mummy had many more mimosas, i did n't as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were flavor, and lingering manus, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how difficult and fast Jeanine 's No-Touching ruler really was.

We finally got up to go forth, both gal 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 bosom 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 script and whisked me away.

For the ride rest home, Mom sat in the back seat while Jeanine sat up front with me. I did n't know why for a mates minute, but then it became apparent ; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine !
Jeanine gave a slight `` Oh ! '' when Mom 's hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine 's left white meat. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the ass and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine 's boobs. outset over her shirt. I had to veer several clock time to stay on the road as Mom 's handwriting deftly unbuttoned her supporter 's blouse.

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

We were almost home when Mom took off her own perspirer. I hoped no taller cars or motortruck came alongside, they would have a good view for sure.

'' I guess we should go in the service department way, instead of out front. '' I said to cypher. The young lady were lost in their niggling dreamworld. I put the garage door down and had to pull in Mom out of the car, she did n't desire to leave Jeanine.

They went upstairs while I made myself a nice vodka tonic, with not very much tonic. I figured I could n't contact, but I could watch ! I headed upstairs.

The gals were on the bed, but they still had their doll and skid on. No top of the inning, 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 hired man apparent movement of sucking my cock. Really ? Ok !
I stripped and got on the bed, careful not to touch the cute Jeanine. I brought my rooster to Mom 's brim, she devoured it.

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

Mom sucked and licked vigorously, my tool totally enjoying the feel and the view of another womanhood sucking her tit.

'' You guys going to stay habilitate all day ? '' I asked.

Slowly, Jeanine pulled away. She looked right at me as she unzipped the position zipper, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her white supporter looked fabulous as it framed her trimmed cunt. I guess she forgot to bring in pantie today, oops. Then she crawled up to Mom.

I pulled away, wanting Mom to consume her moment 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 remember anything ...

'' come and get her, '' I said. `` I 'm stepping back for a spell. '' And I moved away on the bed a footling to move over them room.

Jeanine laid down on Mom 's peg, then she slowly crawled up Mom 's renal pelvis, crushing her tits into Mom 's pussy as she went past. She climbed up yesteryear Mom 's tits and got to her fount where they kissed for various mo ... then she continued up until her tit were in Mom 's face. Soon, though, she moved again so that her pussy was right in front of Mom. Christ Jeanine was hornlike, I could smack her from here.

She straddled Mom 's brass and lowered herself down ... onto Mom 's waiting tongue and sass. I moved around to get a better flavor. Yep, Mom 's feeding slit. Her first ! 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 touch Jeanine. Her tits were begging to be manhandled. Jeanine started moaning and grinding her cunt into Mom while Mom grabbed her ass impertinence and pulled Jeanine harder onto her.

Jeanine slapped the wall with her palm as she came violently. Her whole physical structure shook and trembled as she screamed `` piece of ass '' over and over again. She finally slumped down and I was stunned at Mom 's face ; all covered in girl emollient and this huge grinning on her face. I went to Mom.

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

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

And I did, just as she watched me do it. I pushed some into Mom 's mouth and kept the rest for myself. MMmmmmmm ... woman cum. Different from Mom, but still pussy juice. 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 puss, right now, Mom. How is it ? ``

'' Fucking fantastic ! Yes Jeanine ... oh God, both of you ... what are you bozo 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 annotation as fair sex seem to eat purulent dissimilar than men, or at least different from me.

Mom 's breathing deepened, then quickened as her climax approached. I pinched and pulled her pap, thinking it might facilitate. It helped me, anyway.

'' tinker's damn yes ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! yes ... yes ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, yes, but just fooling around. Some snuggling and touching. Never this ! Oh my God I love it, I love it ! ``

wellspring, I had been about as affected role as I could be, but enough was enough. My raging peter needed some action today, now. I 'm the Man of the House, 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 friendly, on all fours way. No. Mom just laid down completely on top of her, spreading her leg over Jeanine 's face.

I then mounted Mom from behind.

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

Mom 's slit was so wet and slipperiness, My turncock just went in like it was nothing. Not that she was slack or anything, but I was so surd and her twat offered no resistance.

'' Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... home base sweet home ... '' I mused as my diaphysis sank completely into Mom 's puss.

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

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

'' okey you guys, '' Mom said between breaths. `` This is now ... my front-runner fuck view ... of all clip ... fucking holy asshole ! ``

Mom had been eating out Jeanine, but she could n't centre and just rested her read/write head on the commandant 's married woman 's cunt.

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

SPANK !

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

'' vengeance, Mom. ``

SPANK !

'' retribution 's a gripe ! '' I laughed.

SPANK ! her ass cheek was turning nice and red.

'' We never -- '' Mom protested.

SPANK !

'' We never spanked you ! ``

'' Oh. '' Pause

SPANK !

'' well you probably should have ! ``

Both Jeanine and Mom laughed, their shakiness felt good on my cock as it kept up it 's relentless attack.

I fucked Mom faster.

'' Yeah mommy ... yeah ... ooh yeah mom ... ``

'' Travis babe ... fuck me ... so good ... have it away me ... fuck your slutty mommy ... fuck me like I deserve ... to be fucked ... fuck your slutty mom ... I 'm your slut ... screw your nasty slut .... '' She seemed to like saying that. I liked it too.

I was at the point of no return, a few more seconds of this and I would be done.

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

'' Do it cocker ! Cum in me ... cum in my slutty cunt ... your Mom 's slutcunt ... cum in me ... ''

I did. I came. The explosion ripped through me as I drove my cock as arduous and deep as I could into Mom 's cunt. My throbbing cock loosed spurt after wonderful spurt deep inside her. It was like shooting gasoline into the lava, though. So get laid hot ... Mom 's kitty-cat suddenly contracted spasmatically, she moaned for God and Jesus and the holy fucks as she came.

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

The import my cock came out, my sperms followed, flowing right down onto Jeanine 's tongue.

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

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

Jeanine swallowed some, then held the rest 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 several mo of cooling down, Jeanine said she had to leave.

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

We were disappointed, but at the same prison term it was kind of nice just to be alone with each other. 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 buss to go to her nightstand and get out some Astro-Glide I had seen earlier. I fully lubed up my peter. Jesus, I had never used this before. It felt great !

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

'' Hows the train agenda ? '' I asked.

'' The tracks are pull in ! '' Mom said, and she spread her pegleg wide for me.

I dribbled some of the lube from the bottle right onto her minuscule embrown rosebud.

I crawled up on top of her, and squeezed some more lube into her left manus. She used that to point my cock in the good direction.

My dick hit a wall. No wait. There 's a little indent in this wall. I pressed a little ... the indentation let me move forward ...

I locked eyes with Mom. She smirked and wiggled her hips and tried to overspread her legs wider.

With a sudden release of tension, my cock head poked through her sphincter. I was in ! Only seven column inch to go.

With trivial stab, my cock forced it 's way deeper and deeper into Mom 's slutty torso. Mom grimaced a couple times, but then she grabbed my ass and pulled me down. The lube overcame the friction and down I came.

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

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

'' You like ? I do ''

She nodded. `` I do ! It 's so improper ... this is all so wrongly ... but I like being a loose woman ... I 've pushed it

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

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

'' Happy Mother 's Day ! ``






( Thank you for reading ! - MoJo )