The mother satisfied her son's boundless desires.

Sleepy-eyed Tim rolled out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed for school. The week-long exams and non-stop parties over the weekend had left him exhausted. This week should be easier, he thought; all he had to do was show his face and prepare for graduation. Still squinting, he stumbled into the kitchen.

His father was at the table reading the newspaper, and his mother was at the sink, rinsing several plates, preparing to put them in the dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her, leaning forward to reach for the cereal box in the cupboard above her head. Tim opened the cupboard door with one hand and reached for the cereal with the other, causing his already swaying body to completely lose its balance, and he fell towards his mother.

Jill Morgan was a manager at a large manufacturing company. At 47, she still maintained the graceful figure of a woman in her twenties, and as usual, she was wearing her business short-sleeved suit and white blouse.

Her coat was draped over a chair nearby. Beneath her short skirt, she wore a small pair of nylon pantyhose and sexy stockings, tightly hugging her buttocks. When Tim fell towards her, his erect penis, due to morning erection, pressed right between the cleft of her buttocks. However, this was a big deal for both of them. Both were acutely aware of the sexual implications of the contact.

"Tim!"

He struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. For a brief moment, his semi-erect penis rubbed against her buttocks, trying to penetrate them. During this process, his penis grew harder and harder until it was as stiff as a steel pipe.

"Sorry, Mom, I just wanted to sneak in to get some cereal." He was prepared for a scolding.

"I could tell you were trying to sneak in, but I didn't know where you went. Next time, remember to aim carefully." She turned slightly to the side, and he saw the smile on her lips.

He was somewhat surprised by her answer, glancing at his father to see if he had noticed their conversation, but he remained engrossed in his newspaper as usual.

"I will next time," he said. Now, he really didn't understand why he had said such a stupid thing, he thought. It just made things worse. But she didn't respond again, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He quickly finished his breakfast and ran out to school.

Throughout the conversation, Jill continued rinsing her plate, but the feeling of her son's large penis pressing against her buttocks lingered. It had been a long time since a large, erect penis had been pressing against her shapely buttocks. Her husband, Thomas, had limited his sexual activity to the traditional missionary position every two weeks for almost several years. She was a lawyer, her mind preoccupied with nothing but his cases. In fact, he was against anything that looked sexy. But on the other hand, Jill, a natural sex symbol, was increasingly frustrated with her sex life. When her son rubbed against her buttocks, she was slightly surprised and a little guilty about the lewd thoughts she had. For a fleeting moment, she wished he would be on top of her for at least an hour.

Tim had never considered his mother a sexual object. Well, at most, he'd glance at her panties and bras in the laundry basket. His mother's 36C bra size gave him a reference point for judging the breast sizes of the girls at school, and the perfume scent emanating from her worn panties was enough to give him at least two masturbations. Although he had never sexually associated her firm, round buttocks, now his mind was completely blank.

At the end of the day, he walked home, unable to remember anything that had happened. The day at school was like a blank. His mother's round, firm buttocks occupied his mind and penis. Every time he recalled that scene by the pool, his penis became as hard as a telephone pole.

Even though Tim had masturbated to the point of numbness the night before, he still didn't have the courage to go and have sex with her again the next morning. His father had eagle eyes; if he discovered Tim's thoughts, he would kill him. But Tim was sitting at the table, his position directly facing that alluring, rounded buttocks. Jill's movements as she wiped the dishes made her buttocks sway back and forth, like a little red flag waving at Tim. Before long, he regretted not going to get the cereal box as usual that morning. He vowed that tomorrow morning he would place his huge cock between those swaying buttocks.

Jill soon realized that Tim had been very careful that morning, not pressing himself against her to reach for his cereal box.

She felt a tiny bit disappointed.

"God, Jill," she said to herself, "What's wrong with you? You're upset because your own son didn't put his cock between your buttocks?" Just moments before, she had been thinking about Tim's exposed cock sandwiched between her bare buttocks. She quickly shook off the thought, said goodbye, and rushed out of the room, letting the drive to work occupy her mind.

Wednesday morning was a bright, sunny day. Tim got out of bed at the first alarm. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his hard penis from tearing holes in the door, towel, and underwear. At the last minute, he pulled down his underwear; he wanted to feel his mother's round buttocks, and the underwear was still an extra layer of obstruction. He didn't want to change his routine too much, otherwise his parents would become suspicious, and besides, if he got out too early, his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing chores yet. Just as his mother had finished rinsing the first cup, he went into the kitchen. As he walked towards the sink, he carefully watched his father. He was sure his father's newspaper was blocking him from seeing what was about to happen, unless his mother attracted attention. This time, before moving closer to Jill, Tim aimed precisely behind her. His aim was flawless. His erect penis was positioned perfectly between his mother's round, round buttocks. As his weight pulled him deeper into the crevice, he stood on tiptoe. The action felt like manipulation, and for a moment he struck an ancient rhythm against his mother's shapely buttocks.

This blatant contact sent gasps through Jill's body; her mind was recording the size and hardness of his penis.

She was speechless and could only stand motionless until he took out his cereal and slowly ended the obviously sensual thrust. Before she could recover, he had already walked to the table and poured the cereal into a bowl. As he poured the milk, she turned to look at him. But the sight of the milk swirling into the cereal was so suggestive that she couldn't say anything more.

"Did you find everything you wanted?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom, I found everything."

"Good, I'm sure you found what you wanted." They were both shocked by her words. She didn't understand why she was tacitly approving of his actions. On the other hand, Tim couldn't believe that she hadn't berated him for his behavior, but instead implied that she understood what he wanted and didn't want to stop him.

School was even harder than Monday. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and ran to the bathroom to masturbate against the wall until he ejaculated twice. This made him feel a little better, though his penis was only slightly softer. He wondered how his mother would treat him that night.

After Tim went to school and her husband went to work, Jill still had fifteen minutes before she had to leave. She felt like she was in a fog. She found it hard to accept the fact that her son had taken advantage of her. She almost didn't doubt that Monday morning was an accident, but what happened today was definitely what it was, nothing else.

Tim had planned to press his hard penis against her buttocks, even pushing upwards after the initial contact, making his movements more sexually suggestive. Her first reaction was to hope that her husband hadn't seen it.

For the next few seconds, she was so absorbed in the sensation of the hard cock between her tight thighs that she couldn't think of anything else. Finally, she had to admit to herself that between her buttocks was her 20-year-old son's cock, inserted there, and not by accident. But her real concern was her panties; when she realized her son was remotely fucking her beautiful buttocks, her overflowing cunt had completely soaked them.

This flood almost overwhelmed her. She hadn't felt this excited since a boy had first played with her bare breasts in high school. All these years of marriage, her husband had never been able to bring her to that level of excitement, and now her own son was arousing her torrent of desire. Afterwards, her knees ached, and she couldn't wash the dishes anymore, so she picked up her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. A few hard ones this week, so I'm probably just feeling fatigued." It was indeed hard, she thought.

“Maybe you should rest for a day or two. I’m going to Chicago for a week on Sunday to finish a case. Would you like to come with me?” “Oh, I’m fine. A good night’s sleep for a day or two should be enough for me to recover.” A good night’s sleep would also help, she thought.

“Okay, whatever,” Thomas said. He didn’t seem to care much about her reluctance to come with him.

The phone rang, stopping her from answering further. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Jill to go with her after work to pick out a dress for the party she was attending on Friday. Jill immediately agreed. This meant that she would be out when Tim got back, and Tim would be back in his room by the time she returned from shopping. She wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to handle what had happened that morning.

Tim felt relieved to find out his mother had gone out that evening. He didn’t know how to respond if his mother brought up what had happened that morning. Luckily, he saw a movie he had been waiting for playing on TV. It started at 9 and ended at 11. Without thinking much, he watched it. Around 10 o'clock, his father pushed his law books aside and said he was going upstairs to sleep. As the movie drew to a close, his mother came home. Tim didn't know how to face her, so he just stared at the screen.

"Did Dad go to sleep?" Jill asked.

"Yes, around 10 o'clock," Tim replied, still not looking at her.

Jill walked around his chair and stood between him and the television.

"You'd better not let your dad catch you playing that little trick this morning." That wasn't exactly what she meant.

"I won't," he said.

"That's not what I meant, Tim." She looked at him for a moment. Her voice lowered, "Before you get anything, you'd better know what you want." He looked up at her for the first time. "What?"

"You heard what I said. You'd better think it through." She turned and went back to her bedroom.

Tim tossed and turned in bed, thinking about his mother's words. But in his mind, there was almost no doubt that he would feel her shapely buttocks again tomorrow morning. He was too engrossed to let go. He couldn't even be sure he understood her.

On Thursday, he woke up early again, still without underwear. He was restless, wanting to go into the kitchen, but first he needed to wait for his erection to soften a little. Not that he wanted it to go completely soft. He wanted it to be firm enough so that when he pushed into her, it would sink into her firm, round buttocks. He hoped their little conversation last night would make her think nothing would happen this morning. Finally, he went downstairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had just walked away from the table and stopped in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, honey, you're up early this morning," she said.

"I couldn't sleep, I guess I was looking forward to the start of the day."

"Want me to get you your cereal?" Jill asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom. I feel better doing things myself." But Tim didn't go to the cereal. He stood in the kitchen doorway.

Jill also stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment, then, to her own surprise, she picked up a plate and a glass from the table and went to the sink. Leaning against the cupboard, she began filling the sink. She bent forward, her round, firm buttocks sticking out. Tim waited only a minute, glancing at his father still engrossed in his daily newspaper, before heading towards the cupboard above his mother's head. Soon, he found himself directly behind her, bent over at the sink. He hesitated for a few seconds, deciding whether to continue his daily encounter. As he moved forward, he abandoned all caution. His mother could have stood in the middle of the room until he got his cereal, but she hadn't; instead, she'd gone to the sink. The thought of her doing this, and what he was about to do to her, instantly made his penis fully erect.

Tim adjusted his angle and leaned towards his mother's shapely buttocks. His hard penis parted the fleshy buttocks, and a gasp came from in front of him. This time, he knew she understood that her son was doing it on purpose, not accidentally, and that she could easily stop him if she wanted to. His penis moved up and down as his hand touched the cereal box. Tim risked everything, manipulating his penis between his mother's fleshy buttocks. He knew that if his father saw this, he'd probably be kicked out permanently, but an erect penis was irresistible. His mother had stopped washing the dishes, standing there with her head down, almost in surrender. In fact, for a moment, he thought he could feel his mother squeezing his throbbing penis against her back. He continued his sensual exploration of his mother's beautiful buttocks for much longer than before, until his mother turned to look at her husband. Tim knew she was checking to make sure they weren't seen. She still didn't say anything. Finally, his senses returned, and he grabbed the cereal box, pulling his penis out from between her rounded buttocks. He heard a sigh, and then she straightened up and continued washing the dishes. He ate his breakfast quickly, his hand under the table trying to push down his hard penis so it wouldn't be too noticeable when he got up to leave. Finally, he finished. He said goodbye to his father and then did something he hadn't done since middle school. He went to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck.

"Goodbye, Mom, see you tonight."

As he kissed her, he heard a soft moan, then she turned around and looked at him intently.

"Goodbye, baby, see you when you get back."

He didn't understand her gaze, but it certainly didn't look encouraging. He knew he'd get a lecture when his mother got home. He hoped it wouldn't be anything more than that.

Jill was startled by what had happened that morning. She knew she could have waited until Tim got the cereal before going to the sink. By not doing so, she had given her permission to this incestuous contact. She tried to convince herself that she didn't have time to wait; she had to finish washing the dishes quickly and get ready for work. This couldn't explain why her little cunt had already started overflowing the moment she saw Tim waiting for her at the door to go to the sink. Nor could it explain why she was so wet now, to the point that she wondered if her juices had soaked through her panties and run down her legs, making it visible to everyone. She dared not ask herself what she should do with her 20-year-old son who wanted to have sex with her through her clothes every morning. She knew what she wanted to do, but a mother couldn't do that with her son. All day, she was in a daze, making many mistakes she would never normally make. Every time she sat down in her office, she felt as if his penis was pressing against her buttocks. By the time she drove home and parked in the driveway, her mind was completely blank. To her surprise, her son had just arrived home in a friend's car, almost at the same time as her.

Tim walked to his mother's car, and just as she parted her legs to get out, he grabbed the door handle.

Her short skirt had slipped down to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. Jill couldn't quickly move her other leg out of the car to avoid her two beautiful, long legs being spread wide apart. Those few seconds felt like minutes to both of them, her wide-open vulva meeting his probing gaze. In the past, he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his eyes away from such a captivating sight.

"If you like looking at my panties so much, I'll give them to you when I take them off. Or are you looking for something else?" Jill said, a little annoyed.

"Sorry, Mom, I just couldn't help myself. You're not like a mom at all, you're so beautiful." Jill was startled again. Of all the excuses Tim could find, he mumbled this one to appease her anger. Instead of trying to lie or cover it up, he told her his true feelings. From a young age, she had taught him to tell the truth and accept the consequences.

"But, honey, have you forgotten I'm your mother? What's been happening lately isn't proper behavior between a mother and son." "Mom, you told me to think things through before I fight for anything. Well, I've thought things through." "Tim, that's not what I meant. What you're thinking is impossible. Honey, it's impossible." Jill suddenly realized that her legs hadn't closed throughout their conversation. Good heavens, no wonder he'd acted this way. She quickly stood up, closed the car door, and fled into the house. Things were getting out of control. Her emotions had outweighed her morality.

Friday morning, before 6 a.m., the phone rang. The factory Jill helped manage was having problems, and they wanted her there immediately. She quickly dressed and left before Tim woke up. She was relieved to be able to postpone yet another incident with her horny son. Tomorrow was Saturday; perhaps she could give her son's surging hormones a chance to subside before things completely spiraled out of control.

Tim finished his breakfast in silence. He'd been irritable and difficult to get along with all day at school. Even his best friend said he was a jerk. Tim, of course, didn't explain. What could he say? "I'm angry because I didn't put my dick on my mom's perfect ass this morning?" As soon as dinner was over, he went straight to his room. His mother was wearing a bathrobe, covering herself from chin to ankle. Since he wasn't going to get a good look at her beautiful body anyway, he might as well go to bed early and look forward to tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when Tim walked into the kitchen, he heard his father drive out of the driveway to play golf. Jill was still sitting at the table, drinking her coffee. When Tim walked in, she felt her body tense up and shudder.

"You're up so early on Saturday," she said. Her gaze swept over her son's noticeably bulging crotch. Her mouth felt dry, but her lower body was starting to feel wet. "Oh my god," she thought, "Why am I acting like a little girl, wanting to sleep with every guy who walks by?" But she wasn't thinking about it yet, or at least she shouldn't; this man she was craving was, after all, her son.

"This is the beginning of my life. I graduated Tuesday night, and, well… that… that's it, yes, I'm officially done." "And, in two months, you'll be going to college."

Tim stopped by the door. His eyes glanced at the cereal cabinet, but he showed no interest in going there.

Jill noticed her son's movements and kept telling herself not to give him any chance to have his body pressed against hers. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Without hesitation, she stood up to answer it.

The phone was nailed to the side of the cabinet next to the sink. She walked to the sink, picked up the white receiver, and put it to her ear. It was her friend Carrie, eager to tell her about the unparalleled party experience of the previous night.

Tim was drawn to his mother's thin, sheer nylon nightgown. The robe was a pale orange, and the bikini-style pajama bottoms were clearly visible underneath, but the bra was not. This made him instantly erect. He stood there, admiring his mother's alluring back, her graceful waist, her rounded buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. Finally, he walked behind his mother. The gap between her buttocks and robe cast a shadow through her underwear.

He had deliberately worn a pair of very old shorts, the fabric already worn thin, and he wasn't wearing underwear underneath. His large penis was already erect to a huge size. He positioned himself behind his mother, just inches away. Any consequences were thrown to the back of his mind. He placed his hands on his mother's waist and thrust forward. His hard penis easily parted his mother's two soft buttocks and entered between her long, beautiful buttocks.

"Ohhh, Tim," Jill said, "Ohhh, no."

Tim leaned forward against Jill, his head so close to the phone that he could hear Carrie's voice.

"What's wrong, Jill? What happened?" Carrie asked.

"Ah... ah, Tim spilled something hot all over the floor. I'm hanging up now, I'll call you back later. Bye," Jill said to her friend.

Tim's hand slid forward on his mother's waist until it met her breasts. He could feel the weight of her breasts on his wrists. His penis grew even harder. He thrust forward again, burying himself deeper between his mother's buttocks.

Jill wriggled, trying to break free from her son's grasp, but it only made her feel like she was being manipulated.

"Tim, no, no, baby, you can't do this. You can't use your penis against me like this. I'm your mother." Tim squatted down a little, then began to thrust inward and upward against his mother. "But, Mom, you said I should try to get what I want. I want you." "Mmm..." Jill moaned as Tim's penis pumped between Jill's buttocks.

He didn't know that with that last thrust, he was hitting his mother's folded little hole. She felt her vagina overflowing, her nipples hardening. "My God, he's so big," she thought. "Baby, you shouldn't think like this about your mother. Hurry, Tim, let go of me." She continued to struggle, only intensifying the friction between their bodies. As her son's penis approached her anus again, she tried to lower her body so that his penis wasn't directly facing her, but higher. But she forgot where his hands were. As she lowered her body, his hands slid upwards along her body. Suddenly, his hands were fully grasping Jill's 36C breasts. Both of them were surprised. Her erect nipples pressed against her son's palms, the thin nightgown offering no protection. She was almost naked. Tim quickly seized this unexpected gain. He began to knead his mother's nipples. Jill wriggled even more vigorously than before.

"Tim, stop. Let go of my nipples, don't touch me like that." She started to writhe from side to side. This worked; her body turned around. But Jill immediately realized her mistake. Now she was facing her son, his erect penis pressing against her mons pubis. Tim was also surprised. After a moment, he realized he had struck gold. He gently pressed down, pushing his penis through the V-shaped gap between his mother's legs. His large glans explored the crevice of his mother's vagina. It was almost as if he had already penetrated his mother's body. She let out a soft moan. Just as she was still trying to prevent Tim from continuing his assault on her private parts, Tim did something neither of them expected. He looked at his mother's beautiful face right in front of him, her wet little mouth and red, full lips stirring a provocative note in his masculine heart. He lowered his head and kissed his mother, their lips locked tightly. The instant their lips touched, Jill stopped struggling in shock. Before she could fully comprehend this forbidden act, her body had already responded. Her lips parted, her smooth, delicate tongue darting out, and her beautiful hips began to powerfully respond to each thrust of the erect penis.

Mother and son, sucking like this, tongues entwined, penis pressing against her vulva, nipples squeezing against her chest, continued for a time neither of them would have imagined, neither would have believed.

Although her body was giving a positive response, Jill's mind was screaming "No, no!" Finally, she pushed Tim away. The shock of the kiss made him loosen his arms around his mother. Jill slid to the side and ran to the center of the house.

"Tim, Tim, oh my god, what are you doing, what are we doing? Stop right now. You're acting like you're going to fuck me." Tim had never heard his mother swear before, except for the occasional "damn it." Fuck, that word was unexpected. But it also gave Tim the right to use the same word.

"But I really want to, um... fuck you. I love you, and you kissed me too, and when we kissed, you used your, your cunt against me. So, I know you want it too." "Tim, I love you too. I'm your mother, and we should love each other. But not like boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. As for my response to your kiss, a woman's body sometimes reacts to sexual contact, even if they don't really want it. I admit, when you thrust into me, I felt good, after all, you're strong and sexy, any girl would respond the same way. I also admit, your kiss excited me for a minute, but reality came, I don't want you to continue. As for you saying you want to... fuck me, baby, at your age, you want to fuck anything with a hole." Jill smiled, trying to ease the sting and relax the tension between them.

"This isn't true, Mom. Those girls at school don't interest me at all. But the moment I see you, I want to do it right away. I'll fuck you before I fuck those girls I know. Just seeing you naked, feeling your body, makes me so happy." "Tim, this is what I meant by stopping. You can't keep thinking about having sex with your mother all the time. Now, go back to your room, calm down, and then come downstairs. I'll make you a big breakfast." "I can calm down in my room, but once I come downstairs and see you, I immediately want to have sex with you again." Tim went back to his room, stretched on the bed, and replayed the scene in the kitchen in his mind.

She did kiss him back, and pressed her cunt against him. Yes, after thinking it over, she said she didn't want to continue, but he was sure that was her head talking, not her heart. He had to find a way to make her think with her heart, or perhaps, better yet, with her cunt.

Tim left the kitchen, and Jill slumped into a chair at the dining table. Her nipples were still erect, making a small tent appear under her nightgown that covered her round breasts. Her vagina was still overflowing with honeyed fluid, her labia swollen and congested. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against her thin panties, erect from Tim's earlier thrusting. The thought of Tim fucking her right there by the pool, his enormous cock penetrating her thirsty cunt, had been so tempting. But she hadn't been able to take that step. However, if he had forced himself on her a little more, perhaps he would have already reached his goal. Would she dare let herself and her son engage in even a little sensual play? Of course, she wouldn't let her son fuck her, but would a little fingering or penetration through clothing really hurt anyone? She knew she was starting to find excuses to make this seem less rebellious, and to make herself seem less like a morally corrupt, incestuous mother. Suddenly, she knew what to do. This time, she would play a little game with her son, to see if he could resist. And tonight was the perfect opportunity.

Thinking about what she would do to her son that evening, and his hard penis, her wet, hot vagina overflowing with even more nectar.

Tim went out in the evening, dressed as usual, telling him his mother probably wouldn't be back until midnight. Jill immediately began to put her plan into action. She knew her husband well. He only watched television on Saturdays. Jill quickly grabbed the program list from the newspaper, pretending to browse it, then announced that there was nothing good to watch that night. Her husband, Thomas, picked up his law book, cursing the lack of good programs on television as he read. Jill couldn't help but smile. By 10 o'clock, Thomas was nodding incessantly and rubbing his eyes.

"You have a plane ticket tomorrow, registration, and a meeting waiting for you. You should take one of the strong sleeping pills the doctor prescribed to ensure a good night's sleep." "Maybe, even though I don't like them. They knock me out instantly, and I can sleep for eight hours straight—not even the devil could wake me." "If you take one now and go to sleep, you should wake up at 6:30. No matter how much you have to do tomorrow, you'll feel full of energy." "Okay, I'll go take a shower now and be in bed by 10:30." Jill smiled. Perfect, she thought, and then she heard nothing more.

After 11:15, Jill went into the bedroom and checked on Thomas; he was indeed sleeping like a log.

She started showering and then put on a short, sexy nightgown. The top was white and completely see-through. The hem of the top reached just to her vulva. Her panties were bikini-style and also see-through. When she looked in the mirror, her face turned red. There was absolutely nothing to hide. She took a tube of lubricant from the bathroom drawer and placed it on the bedside table. She climbed into bed next to her husband, waiting for Tim to come home.

At 11:45, Tim quietly walked past her bedroom door. By this time, Jill couldn't wait to start her little game. She waited until she heard Tim leave the bedroom and go downstairs to shower before quietly slipping out of bed. Grabbing the tube of lubricant, she walked barefoot down the stairs. As usual, Tim didn't close the bathroom door completely, thinking no one would be awake at this hour. Jill didn't knock, just pushed the door open and went in. Tim stood naked in the middle of the bathroom, about to turn on the shower. He caught a glimpse of his mother out of the corner of his eye and turned to her.

"Mom, my God, you should have knocked." He tried to cover his slowly rising penis, but failed.

"Why? The little game you played with me makes me think you want me to see you naked, right?" "Uh, uh, yes, I think so," he stammered.

"Do you like my outfit? Or would you like to see me naked?" Tim had his first chance to glimpse his mother's pajamas. Her nipples were erect, standing tall beneath the sheer fabric, and her dark pubic hair formed a small tuft of trees in the V-shaped opening between her legs.

"Wow, you look amazing in this outfit."

"Oh, you mean you want me to stay dressed, and you don't want to see me naked?" "No, I mean yes! I mean I don't want you to stay dressed! Yes, I want to see you naked." Jill turned around, inserting her two thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, and slowly slid the transparent bikini bottoms down her hips, then bent over as she continued to pull them down to her ankles. As she bent over, Tim enjoyed a visual feast. Her shapely buttocks were completely exposed, and the cleft between her legs, and the glistening, slightly parted vulva, were also displayed before Tim's eyes.

Tim breathed heavily with pleasure. He could hardly believe it; it was really his mother showing him her naked buttocks and cunt.

Without hesitation, Jill opened the lubricant bottle.

"Come here," she said,

and Tim took two steps forward, just inches away from her.

"Put your hands out."

Tim cautiously extended his hands, unsure of what she wanted. Jill squeezed a large amount of lubricant into his palm.

She turned around, her back to him. "Touch my ass, make it slippery. You can do whatever you want, just keep quiet, we don't want to wake your dad." Tim was completely incredulous, standing there frozen for a full minute.

"If you want to do whatever you like to my ass, you'd better hurry up." Tim carefully reached out and slid his hands over her rounded labia. A few seconds later, both hands covered her entire buttocks.

"Don't forget the middle, don't miss anywhere," Jill said in a low, husky voice. Her vagina was overflowing with desire; she felt an urge to grab her son's penis and ride it until she was completely exhausted.

Tim finally mustered his courage and slid his fingers between his mother's alluring buttocks. It was the most exciting thing he had ever done. As he slid his fingers over the tight folds of her opening, she let out a soft moan, not just once, but three times. Especially the last two moans, which seemed to be deliberately teasing him, made him almost unable to control himself, wanting to ejaculate his thick semen all over the beautiful body before him.

"Okay, that should be enough," she said. Jill turned around, looked at her son, and then stood on tiptoe and kissed him deeply on the lips. Before her son could hug her, she turned to the side, walked to the sink, faced the mirror, and gently bent forward.

"Okay, baby, do whatever you want with Mommy's ass."

Tim stood there, stunned. He was still in shock and couldn't move.

"Hurry up, baby, slide your cock into its favorite spot. Or don't you want to put your cock between my ass?" He growled, leaning forward and pressing his erect penis against his mother's body, just as he had done to her every day for the past week. The slippery ass allowed his penis to easily slide into the valley, probing in until it hit the folds of her anus. Jill groaned, and Tim was already panting heavily. He quickly regained his composure, gripping his mother's waist with both hands and thrusting up and down between her smooth buttocks. He could feel his testicles beginning to fill with thick semen, which began to rise up the shaft after a dozen or so thrusts.

"Mommy, Mommy. Ah, oh, oh, Mommy." Thick semen gushed from his penis between Jill's smooth labia, shooting all the way onto his mother's back.

Jill's orgasm arrived at the same time, so intense that she almost fell over. She couldn't help but squeeze her son's gushing penis against her slippery buttocks. Tim continued to thrust up and down, pumping between his mother's beautiful buttocks. Finally, he felt too weak to continue, so he stood still, letting his penis lie between those lovely magic orbs.

"Oh, Mom, this is, well, this is the best thing I've ever done." Jill stood up, and her son's penis slid away from where it had been. She turned to face her son. His penis was still semi-erect, standing erect like a banner. It was at least seven inches long and much thicker than his father's. Jill decided to do something unplanned tonight.

"My goodness, baby, you're so well-prepared, aren't you?" she said. "But Mommy is too. You made Mommy orgasm, what a little surprise for tonight." She went to the other side of the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat, and sat down.

"Come here, baby," she said, beckoning with her finger.

Tim approached her, his penis leading the way. Still reeling from the events of the night, he took steps forward in a daze. He stopped in front of his mother. When Tim saw Jill reach out and grasp his still-erect penis with her slender fingers, he was stunned. Blood rushed to his shaft, turning it into a stiff steel pipe once more.

"Baby, you want to cum again, don't you?" Jill's hand began to move slowly up and down. She would occasionally linger on the glans, teasing the urethral opening and rubbing the sensitive bulge around it. Tim groaned, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene. Then, she gripped his hard penis tightly and forcefully stroked it down to his testicles, her other hand gently supporting them. By now, her hands were covered in Tim's slippery semen, and she began to rapidly stroke his erect penis up and down. As Jill's hand moved faster, Tim began to thrust forward. Mother and son both stared at the large, purplish-red glans moving in and out of her hand. They both realized this was just the beginning of their sensual chapter. They had crossed the line; whether it was incest or not, it was merely a rehearsal for their final sexual battle.

"Come on, baby, cum for Mommy, shoot your thick semen into me." "Can I touch your...your breasts?" he said.

Jill raised the hand that had been caressing Tim's testicles, lifting the thin material of her see-through nightgown, completely exposing herself to her son.

"Touch Mommy's breasts, baby, just a light touch, until you cum." Tim didn't need anyone to urge him. He grasped his mother's perfect 36C breasts; he always remembered her bra size. His hands cradled her heavy breasts, his fingers rubbing her erect nipples. When her son gently tugged at her sensitive flesh, Jill began to moan softly.

"In a few days, I'll let you suck them. Do you want to?"

"Oh my god, Mom, of course, I really want to suck them. Oh, touching your breasts and saying things like that makes me want to cum." "Okay, baby, cum, cum for Mom, my baby." "Mommy, oh... Mom, Mom, Mom, oh..." Thick, milky-white semen gushed from the large, purplish-red glans. Jill continued to masturbate, letting the semen rain down on her delicate body. Her breasts were covered in white liquid, one even dripping semen from its nipple. As his mother rubbed his penis, Tim's semen gushed out in spurts.

“Oh, baby, that’s quite a second time. You’re still hard. I bet you’d still come if we tried again. But I think this is enough for tonight. You said this is what you wanted, so, baby, you got it. You’d better be ready to continue this little game. Tomorrow, especially at breakfast, don’t say anything about what just happened. Understand?” “Oh, don’t worry, Mom, I understand. I won’t do anything to stop this.” “Okay,” Jill stood up and started walking out of the room. Halfway there, she stopped. “I know you want to touch my cunt, you’re crazy about it, aren’t you?” Tim nodded, and she came back, taking Tim’s hand in hers and guiding it between her legs. She let her son’s hand sweep down over her already wet slit. She pressed her son’s middle finger in slightly so he could feel that his mother’s cunt was open. Then she pulled his hand away. "Now, your little brain knows you've touched Mommy's breasts and cunt. That's enough ammunition for you to masturbate while we're not together." Jill kissed his surprised little mouth. Then, still naked, she left the bathroom and returned to bed. Her husband was snoring, in almost the same spot where he'd left. She wiped her still-wet hands on the sheet beside her head.

Tomorrow, she'd change, but for now, she wanted to smell her son's juices. Before wiping the thick semen off her breasts with a tissue, she dipped a finger into the milky liquid and gently placed it on her tongue. She'd never tasted semen before; she'd never wanted it, but now she longed for her son to ejaculate into her sexy little mouth. God, she was becoming a slut, a shameless incestuous mother.

She smiled as she heard her son's hungry moans in the bathroom. He must have just discovered that reality was far more shocking than fantasy. Dreaming of having sex with his mother is one thing, but actually doing it is quite another. Jill wondered what it would feel like for her son to actually have sex with her.

On Sunday, Tim woke up early, eager to know what his mother would do next. Because she had told him not to use his hard penis to rub against her beautiful buttocks while his father was around, he didn't know how to play with his mother's sexy body.

He stopped at the kitchen doorway, wanting to check things out before going in. Jill, his mother, stood by the table in a one-shoulder skirt, the hem just above her knees, and a high-necked cardigan. He was disappointed. He definitely couldn't see her alluring breasts through that outfit. Tim thought that his mother was probably going to take his father to the airport. He hoped she would change when she got home, or perhaps, just strip naked. Just thinking about seeing his mother naked again made his penis slowly swell. He walked nervously to the cupboard where the cereal was kept, grabbed the cereal box, and turned to sit in the nearest chair.

“Oh, hi, baby,” Jill said. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’m glad you’re up; I was just about to go up and wake you. I thought it would be nice if you took Dad to the airport. That would give you two a chance to have a little manly conversation.” His father muttered. Tim wasn’t sure if his father was agreeing with or disagreeing with his mother, or if he was just being polite.

“Oh, sure, Mom, I’d love to.” Deep down, he didn’t want to at all. He and his father had nothing in common—well, except one thing: they’d both had their dicks pressed against their mothers’ bare buttocks, if you think that counts. They did share a common experience, albeit at vastly different times.

“You’d better hurry up and eat,” his father said. “I’m leaving soon.” “I’ll be done in five minutes. I’m going upstairs to get my wallet; I’m not planning on leaving.” “I’ll wait for you in the car; I’ve already packed my luggage.” Tim finished his cereal and rushed back to his room. Thank goodness, my erection went soft, he thought.

He skipped and hopped downstairs, hurrying towards the kitchen. He wasn't prepared for this scene to greet him as he entered. His mother stood in the center of the room, facing Tim. She had pulled her shirt up to her neck, leaving her perfect 36C breasts exposed and erect before him.

"Before you leave, do you want to lick me?" Jill asked.

"Mom, oh God, Mom, do you want to?" Tim quickly moved to his mother's side, lowered his head, and began sucking on her erect nipples. His mother's hand rested behind his head.

"Suck, baby, suck me. Bite my nipples, see how hard they are, waiting for you to caress them. Oh… yes, baby, suck, suck now." Tim licked, his tongue circling the areolas, hardened by engorgement. As the tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her vulva, Jill let out moans.

Suddenly, she pushed Tim away.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Later, later, baby, you'll get more." She reached down to Tim's crotch, his steel-hard penis pushing against his pants, which she grabbed.

"Take it out, quick, I want to see."

"What if Daddy comes in?"

"No, he'll probably be complaining about being late. But don't worry, there's plenty of time. You'll still arrive at the airport two hours early, enough time to check in again." Tim had already unzipped his pants, but getting his erect penis out of his underwear was proving a bit difficult. Jill didn't want to wait any longer. She unbuckled Tim's belt and unbuttoned it, causing his pants to slide to the floor. His steel-like penis stood erect, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

Jill took a step back, grabbing the sides of her skirt and slowly lifting it until her vulva, covered by her panties, was exposed. Tim's penis seemed to grow bigger and harder, swaying back and forth like a snake's head.

Jill let out a wanton moan. She walked forward to Tim, grasped his large penis, and pressed it down until it was perpendicular to her body. Then she pressed herself against her son, guiding his erect penis into the gap between her legs. The top of his penis was already pressed against Jill's cunt, which was overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking her panties. His penis rubbed against her soaked panties, pressing tightly against Jill's body.

"Oh, God, Mom, I think I want to..." Tim's words were interrupted as Jill sealed her son's mouth with her lips. Jill's tongue explored her son's mouth, and the two tongues intertwined. Tim felt his testicles tighten, his thick semen churning at the base of his penis. His penis was still in the gentle embrace between his mother's legs, being squeezed by her legs. Thousands of seeds were just one step away from spraying out from that reddish-purple glans.

Jill took a step back from her son, and as the penis slipped from her legs, she bounced upwards like a spring.

"You have to go, baby, your dad's waiting. We'll continue later." "Mom, Mom, you're not serious, are you? I'm about to, I'm about to." "Now, baby, you can feel what it feels like every morning when you finish me with your hard penis and then leave me there, so eager and unbearable. But the difference is, tonight, I'll take good care of you. Until then, you can savor the feeling of your big cock between Mom's legs. But tonight, I don't want you to masturbate, understand?" Tim was still trembling nervously. "I understand. But how am I going to get to the car? It'll be a week before I can go down." He pointed to his still erect penis.

Jill chuckled. “Okay, wait a minute.” Jill walked to the door, pushed it open, and said to her husband, “He’s going to the bathroom,

he’ll be right out.” Jill went back to Tim. “Okay,” she said, “you can only masturbate this once.” Tim walked towards the bathroom. “Oh, no, don’t go,” Jill said, “if you want to masturbate, you have to do it here.” “Mom.” “Don’t call me Mom. If you want to masturbate, I want to watch. After all, I’m the one who made it hard. Hurry up, get started, you don’t have much time.” Jill’s smile stretched to her ears. She could feel her pussy was even wetter than when she was being intimate with Tim.

Tim’s lust was uncontrollable, and he didn’t care about shame anymore. He grasped his huge cock and began to slowly stroke the pinkish-red shaft up and down.

Jill lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing her pussy so that Tim could stare at her naked cunt while stroking his cock.

Tim groaned, "Oh, Mom, your... pussy, your cunt, makes me want to cum, cum all the way across the room. I'm going to cum, I'm about to cum, oh, Mom, Mom, Mom... oh, God, oh, oh..." Tim's lust was burning fiercely; he knew he would ejaculate in a few moments. Especially since he kept staring at his mother's open, wanton cunt.

"Cum for me, baby, just like you cummed on my ass last night. You remember my ass, baby, your pert ass filled with thick semen, so smooth and slippery. Cum, baby, cum again, cum, cum for me." "Oh, coming, Mom, coming. Oh... Mom, oh, Mom." Thick, milky semen shot out like a rocket from one end of his huge penis; splashing onto Jill's thighs, spraying onto her calves, and then sprinkling onto her feet. Finally, the semen flowed slowly, trickling between Tim's fingers.

"Oh, Tim, baby, this is amazing. I've never seen so much semen come out. Looks like I'll have to work hard to drain my son dry. Just you wait, I'll drain you dry, no matter what, until you can't come out a single drop. You started this sex game between us, so let's explore the limits of this game until you feel like there's nothing you haven't tried. I know a mother shouldn't do these things with her son, but I love teaching you, having sex with you, and teasing you.

I think the day I let you fuck me will come sooner or later. What do you think?" "Mom, Mom, oh no, you made me ejaculate in my pants. I have to change my pants again. Daddy's going to kill me." Jill laughed. "Well, at least I know what you think about fucking me now. We'll discuss it tonight. You'd better hurry, I think I can hear your dad coming up from behind." Jill picked up a towel and started wiping her beautiful legs, then swept the floor.

"What the hell is Tim doing?" Thomas said, pushing open the back door.

"I spilled some white sauce on Tim's pants, and he ran upstairs to change. He'll be right back. Don't call him, it's my fault." "Okay, but tell him to hurry up, we have to get going." The door slammed shut, and Jill let out a sigh of relief.

Tim went back to the kitchen. "Could you wear less when I come back?" he asked.

Jill wrapped her arms around her handsome son.

"Touch my cunt, baby. Put your hand inside my panties and rub my wet cunt with your fingers. You've carried the scent of my hot pussy all the way here." Tim eagerly lifted his mother's skirt and slid his fingers inside her panties. He let his fingers slide between her wet labia. Jill gasped repeatedly at the lewd touch. Tim rubbed his fingers at the entrance of her cunt, then slowly withdrew his hand. Perhaps instinctively, he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers in.

"Mmm... that feels good."

Jill was also on the verge of arousal. "Tim, oh my god, Tim, oh, I'm going to climax, baby, you made me climax, oh... you made me climax just by sucking your own fingers, oh... Tim." Jill slumped against the cabinet. It took her a minute to catch her breath.

"This is the first time in my life that I've had an orgasm without anyone or anything touching me. You'd better get out of here and take your dad to the airport, or who knows what might happen." "Maybe I'll fuck you, Mom." "Maybe you will, baby, maybe you will. There's still plenty of time today."

On the way to the airport, Tim couldn't think of anything but his mother's firm breasts and wet, slick pussy. He tried to focus on driving and the road. His father was constantly planning what to do when they got there. He was also reminding Tim that to get his college tuition, he had to help his mother at home, just like they had agreed.

I'll definitely help Mom, Tim thought. First, I'll help her take off her clothes, and then I'll suck her big, hard nipples and give her a good time. If that's not enough, I'll stick my dick into her wet, slick pussy and satisfy her. Yes, I'll do everything I can to help her.

The drive back from the airport was faster than Tim had expected. As he started heading home, Tim smelled his fingers. The fading scent of his mother's genitals sent a jolt through him like an electric shock. His penis sprang to life, pitching a tent in his pants. Tim planned to pull over and masturbate, no matter who saw. But the thought of his mother, her swollen vulva waiting for him at home, kept him driving on the highway. The car roared onto the driveway, and Tim rushed into the house.

Jill was standing by the sink washing vegetables. She was completely naked, her tanned arms and back contrasting sharply with her exposed, snow-white buttocks. Tim instantly became hard. Tim walked towards her, but she raised her hands.

"You can't touch me. You can look, but you can't touch."

"Mom."

"You heard me, you can look."

Tim turned and sat at the table, where he could see his mother.

"How was the drive?"

"Ah, it was alright."

"Traffic jam?"

"Traffic jam? No... not much."

Jill turned and walked to the table. As she moved, her 36C breasts swayed and bounced. The two nipples, like stone pillars standing atop a hill, were as perfect as those in porn magazines. Tim's eyes moved from the two mounds of white flesh to the mons pubis covered in light pubic hair between her legs. Between her two shapely thighs, her wet labia were slightly parted. Tim's penis pressed hard against his pants; for a moment, he thought he was about to ejaculate. Seeing her naked in the bathroom was one thing, but in the kitchen was definitely more exciting. She wasn't just naked; she was completely naked, her buttocks bare. Tim felt a tightness in his stomach; he wanted to grab his monstrous penis and start masturbating wildly until he ejaculated into outer space.

As Jill bent down to get a plate of chopped vegetables, her breasts drooped forward, only inches from Tim's longing lips. Tim let out a series of moans. A slight smile flickered at the corner of Jill's mouth. Just as Tim was about to lean in and touch her breasts, Jill turned back to the poolside. Watching his mother's shapely buttocks move to a sensual rhythm, naked as she had been at birth, Tim was once again aroused. His penis was as hard as an iron rod.

"You can take your clothes off if you want," Jill said.

Tim took off his clothes. His erect penis sprang upwards the moment he pulled down his shorts, slapping against his stomach.

Jill watched the purplish-red, firm penis trembling there.

"Someday a little virgin will definitely be fucked to death. That guy should register as a deadly weapon. You'd better be careful when you get married. Once a girl has experienced being filled with such a big penis, she won't let go. You'll never be able to divorce her." "I need to find someone who'll let me in first." "I think you will... never mind. I'm almost done. I need to do some things in the family room, want to come with me?" Jill said.

Tim stood up, making no attempt to control his throbbing, monstrous penis, and followed her into another room. He occasionally gripped his penis, stroking it up and down a few times, then released it, watching his mother's naked body move. Her shapely buttocks swayed in front of him, driving him almost mad. He desperately wanted to thrust forward and plunge his cock deep between those throbbing mounds, into whichever hole it was.

Jill stole a glance at his hard, erect penis, but continued pacing back and forth. "You like looking at my ass, don't you?" Jill turned to face him. "You want to feel my naked skin against your cock, sandwiching it between my two mounds?" Tim sat down on the sofa, nodding.

"Yes, your ass is the best in town."

"Wow, thank you, baby, for that you'll get a special visit." Jill took a few steps forward, turned her back to him, and slowly bent over, thrusting her breasts back. Tim held his breath. Her swollen, wet vulva, glistening with droplets of vaginal fluid, opened before him. Her buttocks parted to the sides, and her wrinkled anus was also exposed, eagerly inviting him.

"Oh my god, Mom, oh, I want to touch you... I have to touch you." "Wait a minute, maybe a minute. If I really let you, will you lick me there? Not my ass, lick my cunt." "I'll lick both, Mom. I'll lick your whole body, every inch of your skin." "Really, you'll lick my whole body, even my ass?" "Every inch." "Oh my god, just thinking about it makes me climax. You're such a slutty little monster. Maybe you'll get a surprise, maybe I'll even let you have your way. Your dad never liked licking my cunt, and he's never been interested in my ass. I guess you want to fuck me there too?" "Mom, I want to fuck you anywhere I can put my penis in." "Stop talking. If you keep saying that, you'll make my cunt wet even more than it is now." She stood up, picked up a rag she'd brought from the kitchen, and started cleaning the table and lamp. Tim followed her every move. Sitting naked in the family room, watching his equally naked mother do her chores, he felt an intense sensuality. It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. He watched her bend down again to wipe a table. The upper part of her labia was covered with light pubic hair, while the lower part was smooth and hairless. Her labia were stretched open, moist and slippery. They glistened with moisture.

From his earlier caresses between those labia, he knew how slippery that moisture was. Thinking about sliding his penis into her pink, alluring cunt, his penis began to harden again. He really wanted his penis to feel the slipperiness of her juices as it entered her body.

"Masturbate it," she said.

"What?"

"Masturbate it. Grinn for me. I want to see you masturbate."

"But..."

“Use your hand. I want to see you masturbate. But don’t cum…don’t let it cum…stop and tell me when you’re about to cum. If you cum, we’re not doing anything tonight. It’s all over. Understand?” Tim nodded. He gripped the erect penis and began to stroke it up and down. Jill knelt before him, watching the purplish-red glans move in and out between his clenched fingers.

“Slow down,” she said, “take it easy.”

Jill felt a spasm in her vagina. She wanted to grab the monstrous penis and smear it hard with her hand, which was covered in her juices. But instead, she ran her fingers between her slippery, creamy labia, teasing her slightly erect clitoris. As the clitoris trembled and became extremely sensitive from the stimulation, she began to breathe heavily. She wanted to scream out loud and then sit on Tim’s huge cock, burying it deep inside her. But she endured it; the wait was agonizing, utterly torturous.

In her mind, she was horrified by her actions with her son. Sexually harassing her own son. She was an incestuous harlot. Worst of all, she knew that before the weekend was over, she would have her strong, stallion-like son bury his enormous cock deep inside her cunt. Let him fuck her until he was exhausted, until her cunt could hold no more semen. Tim,

while stroking his penis up and down, stared at his mother's beautiful breasts. Jill realized that to keep her son going, she needed to give him more encouragement. She stood up, placed one foot on the sofa where Tim was sitting, and parted her labia. Tim's face was inches away. He could practically smell the soft yet intense sexual scent. Through his engorged labia majora, he could see the half-closed opening of his rose-petal-like labia minora, and the fleshy bud peeking out from under his foreskin.

"Oh, God, Mom. Oh, God. Oh, I think I'm going to cum. Mom... Mom." Jill put her feet back on the ground. "No, don't cum, stop, don't cum, don't cum." She yanked her hand away from his penis. "Stop, I'm holding back." Tim groaned, letting her remove her hand. His boiling lower body calmed down, but he felt a little frustrated.

"Mom, Mom, I'm about to cum. Why won't you let me finish? Why? You do it, Mom. Help me masturbate, please, help me cum on your tits." "I have a better idea." Jill knelt down, leaning forward, her hands cupping Tim's erect penis. Before he could understand what she was going to do, Jill lowered her head and swallowed his purplish-red glans into her upturned mouth. Then, in a fluid motion, her lips gripped the long, thick penis tightly as it descended until she felt the head of it reach her throat.

Tim groaned. "Oh... Mom. This works so well. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Thick, milky semen gushed from his penis, flooding Jill's mouth and throat. Hot semen shot out in spurts, her mouth overflowing, spilling from between Jill's beautiful red lips and running down her pretty chin. She wasn't fully prepared for her son to ejaculate such a large amount of semen between her sucking lips.

Tim groaned, panting. Jill continued sucking on the semen-dripping glans, trying to squeeze out the last drop of the milky liquid she had produced. Jill had been enduring it all; she knew that only when Tim could no longer hold back would she receive the unparalleled reward she had never received from any other blowjob. She deliberately teased Tim, making him hold back until he couldn't control himself and ejaculated. This was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Tim to completely lose control. When she let Tim fuck her, she would make him hold back until he was about to collapse. Judging from the way her cunt was trembling, it wouldn't be long before that happened.

Tim was shocked by his mother's actions. He had indeed hoped to feel her cunt, maybe even play with it a few times, but no matter what his mother said, Tim had never really thought she would suck his cock or give him oral sex. He hadn't expected his mother to go so far. She not only sucked him until he came, but also swallowed her semen, just as she had planned it all along, just as she had always wanted. And this was only the first day of his father's business trip, at eleven in the morning. They still had six days together before his father returned. Thinking of this, his penis twitched.

"I haven't sucked a cock since we got married."

"But I remember you said Dad never liked it, and he wouldn't let you suck him." "It wasn't him, it was your Uncle Bill, our best man. He got both your dad and me drunk at the wedding reception. He offered to drive us back to our rented house. By the time we got there, your dad was already passed out. Uncle Bill thought it was unfair if a bride didn't have sex on her wedding night. So he taught me how to do 69. That way, I could have sex and still keep your dad a virgin. Bill and I practiced all night until I could do it perfectly. Of course, we decided not to tell your dad, because we knew he wouldn't understand. I admit, Bill's isn't as big as yours, and he doesn't ejaculate as much as you. You surprised me a little. No, actually, you really surprised me. If you really want to know, you have a very nice cock, and your mom is planning to suck it often in the future. What do you think?" "I'm ready anytime," Tim said. "Whenever you want to do 69, I'm all in. I'm sure every young man's fantasy is to enjoy his mother sucking his cock while licking her cunt.

If I had known you'd be so willing, we wouldn't have waited this long. I should have been sucking your cunt when I was a baby." "You sucked my breasts when you were a baby." "Damn, why did you make me stop breastfeeding?" "I didn't make you stop, I forced you to stop. You always wanted to suck me. I really don't want to admit it, but when you were breastfeeding, I enjoyed it just as much as you did. Most women are too embarrassed to admit it. But sometimes babies feel something in their cunts when they're breastfeeding. I have a girlfriend who told me that she masturbated a few times while breastfeeding her child." "I wonder if Aunt Becky likes Uncle Bill sucking her?" Tim said. "You can tell he likes suckling her. I've seen her breastfeeding him a few times. I'm telling you, I wish he didn't." "Oh, you want to suckle Becky's breasts too, huh? Maybe Becky will actually let you suckle her breasts, maybe there's something else you want to do. She loves sex more than ice cream. And I happen to know she's never satisfied. But right now, right here, I think you'll get all the sex you want. Or would you rather fuck your Aunt Becky than your mom?" "Mom, of all the people in the world, you're the one I want to fuck the most. More than any movie star. But are you serious, will you let me fuck you?" "I feel like the most slutty slut in the world. On the one hand, I feel so ashamed to be doing this with my own son." "I feel ashamed, but on the other hand, since I was eighteen, I haven't craved sex as much as I do now, haven't wanted a big cock to fuck me like this. If you want me, I've decided I'll do any kind of sex you can dream of. For the whole week your dad's away, I want you to sleep with me. And, as long as he's not home, you can treat me like your girlfriend or wife. Fuck me, you don't need a condom, I had my vasectomy a long time ago, even though I'm only forty-seven. But, I get to decide when and where we have sex. Deal?" "What sane boy would refuse something like this? I've decided you get to decide the time and place. Of course, deal." Just thinking about all the things he wanted to do for her made Tim's cock spring up like a spring.

"Hmm, I see you agree down there too," Jill laughed. "Since that guy already came on me once, why don't you help me have some fun too? Are you willing? Are you willing to let Mom have some fun?" "Oh God, Mom, I'll do anything you want as long as it makes you feel good." Jill sat on the floor, pulled a cushion from the sofa, and leaned against it.

"Why don't you try exploring my legs, my belly, and my cunt with your tongue?"

Tim knelt between her legs. He leaned forward and knelt down, his face just above her navel.

Without waiting for any instructions, his tongue began to slide back and forth across Jill's smooth, pink belly. Jill watched him slowly explore her private parts. His tongue probed into Jill's navel, the tip swirling and burrowing inside. His first touch sent a tingling sensation through Jill's cunt.

"Oh, Tim, oh baby, you've got it right, my sensitive spots are all there. I've heard of them, but I've never experienced anything like this before. Keep going, keep exploring me. Mommy loves it." Tim continued licking her smooth belly, Jill aroused by each slight touch. When he traced a wet line on her soft belly, Jill's stomach contracted. The line continued forward, downward, until he could feel her slightly curled pubic hair. He stopped, turning his attention to her thighs. Starting from her knees, he drew lines upward, each time stopping just before Jill's already parted labia. Then, he returned, drawing another line. His tongue licked and licked and licked the inside of Jill's thighs.

Jill groaned, spreading her legs wide to give him no obstruction. Tim stared at her sensual labia opening and closing, his excitement palpable. As his tongue traced lines on her sensitive skin, Jill gasped and writhed, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes tightly.

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