Home with My Son, First experience with her son

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Home with My , First experience with her son, I was enjoying some peace and quiet in the living room after another long day at the office. Things were winding down around the house and it was the time of evening I love. I could sit for a few minutes and think without the baby attached to my hip or my boss in my ear. I could hear my son, Scott, on the phone in the next room, more than likely with his new girlfriend for the moment.

My thoughts turned to Scott. He is 18, a senior this year, and he wants to do well, get some scholarships, and get accepted into a fairly decent college. I know first-hand how Scott can get when he feels a little stressed and things start building up. I had seen it the past few days all the working he was doing and school on top of it. I wondered if the new girlfriend was able to help him relieve some of that stress between his job and school.

I couldn’t help thinking about a month ago when Scott came down stairs and had walked in on me changing in the laundry room. I had just come in from work in the pouring rain and was soaked through to the skin and cold. I had taken off my shirt and was getting ready to unsnap my bra when I heard the door open…I know I looked a sight…my black skirt that just barley hit the middle of my thigh, my long wet hair plastered to my skin, and my wet white lacy bra that you could see my cold hard nips through.

He had given me that grin of his and I looked down at his jeans and seen the instant hard on. Even if in the back of my head I was thinking how wrong this was or that my sister was picking up the baby from day care and would be there to drop her off in about 15 minutes that I wasn’t going to deny him and turn him away.

He had walked over to me and finished taking the bra off, lifting one heavy breast filled with milk, squeezing my nipple between his fingers, and licked my milk up. His mouth clamped down over my huge nipple and I could feel him sucking my engorged breast. His mouth then went to my other breast and he did the same thing. He was milking me…and I was so turned on by it!

I quickly reached for his cock and pulled it out of his jeans. I heard him moan with pleasure as he popped my tit out of his mouth. I looked at him and told him, “We have to be quick. The baby will be here soon.”

He pushed me down to my knees where I took his hard cock in my mouth. I licked him up and down and took each ball in my mouth and sucked him. I could feel his throb, his need to explode and I took every inch of his cock in my mouth and sucked him off hard and fast, touching the back of my throat with every thrust he was giving me. My fingers dug into his ass pulling him into my mouth deeper. I felt his ass clench and his cock throb as he exploded in my mouth.

I remembered he had barely gotten his pants zipped up and walked out of the laundry room as my sister had pulled in the drive with Libby. I was pulling on dry clothes as my sister was knocking at the door.

It never had gone any further then that with us. Each always saying, “It was just a moment of weakness,” and we would promise to try and do better. It had only happened a few times before that, rare and always in a moment of weakness for us both. I was broken from my thoughts as I felt the twinge in my breasts, the feeling of engorgement once again, when I heard Libby’s cry from upstairs.

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