Mom takes a Plunge with Son in the Hot Tub

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She looked up without moving her head. He watched as her throat undulated with a swallow. With a final tongue swipe she smiled, and stood up. Reaching for her glass she took a deep slug of the red liquid. Steam was rising from her body as the cool air hit her. He raised a hand to reach for her, she stopped him by resting her hand on the top of his head and massaging her fingers into his scalp.

“Come to bed, beautiful son.”

He stood and followed her as she stepped out of the tub and shrugging into her robe led the way wordlessly to her room. He picked up his robe and glass and followed. The change in temperature was bracing as they moved through the garden, then the kitchen and finally to her room.

The house and her room was their private domain. The high large bed was going to be both their private beach and refuge uninterrupted by the outside world. Setting down her glass she turned and smiled a welcome, beckoned him to her and took his glass. She pulled the dressing gown open and smiled to see his semi hard cock was already showing signs of inflating again. She opened her gown to show him her bounty. He cupped a large breast in each hand, they were goose bumped, giving a tightness to the skin that changed their texture to the touch. Her nipples were rosy and almost an inch erected, he dipped to suck and warm them with his lips and tongue.

Feasting on her with open mouth, he sucked and licked each nipple in turn, stroking the soft yielding fullness. Pleasure sounds passed her lips. He kissed between them loving the feel of a cool breast touching each cheek. Kissing his way up to her neck he pushed the robe off her shoulders, it pooled at her ankles. He stepped back, taking in the beauty that stood before him. No other woman would ever be a match.

Dispensing with his own covering he embraced her again, hands feeling her from back to thighs, lingering on her bottom, squeezing a little. Breaking from him, she pulled back the cover on the bed, revealing fresh white sheets. Crawling up onto the mattress between the crisp cotton, holding up the top sheet as an invitation, which he took up without hesitation.

“Will you guide me tonight?” He asked. “I want to give back some of the love you have always shown to me.”

“We don’t need to plan too much.” She whispered. “I will give you hints to the pleasures I enjoy.”

He slipped between the sheets and slid across to be next to her. She reached down and held him backhanded and she gently twisted that to a forehand without breaking contact with his fullness.

“Am I like him there?” He dared to ask.

“Your father treated me very well in all ways and showed me gentle loving. You have grown into your own man and I expect your cock to fill me differently”.

She bid him lie on his back and she sat on his thighs, straddling him. She pushed her hands up his chest and bent over him so her massive breasts made a gentle noise as she ran skin against taut skin. Soon her face was level with his, slowly she began to kiss his lips. First the bottom one, then the top, he was tantalised as her tongue ran across his lower lip. He held her face, deepening the kiss.

“Lay on your back.” He whispered. “I need to taste you.”

With her head on the pillow, he reached behind to release her hair and fanned it on the pillows. Kneeling by her side he ran his face just above the surface of her skin, hovering above her chest and the valley between her breasts, he inhaled the blossom of her skin, she reacted as his nose grazed the skin near her belly button. His nose finally detected the female smell of her pubic hair and finally his top lip alighted on her outer lips.

Turning his back to her, he straddled her and buried his nose into her soft sex while his lips kept contact with her clitoris. She moaned at the perfect contact. He was greedy for her moans and her praise tonight. Her pleasure mounted as he flicked his tongue as he allowed it to explore the soft wetness of her inner lips, to taste the fragrant juice that was beginning to trickle. He came back to her clitoris, sucking softly. Her breathing became heavier, her arms stretched above her head, hips writhing. He inserted two fingers into her hot wetness, beginning a rhythmic beckoning action on the soft spot within, while still flicking, and sucking her clitoris. Such was the intensity of sensation that filled her, she half screamed, half groaned with the release that came, in squirts.

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