Turning 38, it's just a number not a date of significance like 18, 30, 40 or 50 but for some reason I was excited about it. My boss had given me the day off to relax. My husband was back from his business trip so I was hoping for a birthday love making session.
Usually my husband is horny as when he comes back from his business trips but he arrived home late and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I know he doesn't mind a bit of morning glory so before the alarm went off I slipped out of bed and into some sexy lingerie.
Once the alarm went off I was still having trouble getting either head to react to my attentions when suddenly my husband realised he had overslept so he jumped out of bed and went straight into the shower I had thoughts of joining him, even leaving my lingerie on.
Over the sound of running water I heard him yell out for me to see if he had a clean shirt ironed for work. There were several in the wardrobe but as always not the exact one he wanted to wear. I grabbed my satin wrap from the end of the bed and went in search of the missing shirt.
Ten minutes later my half dressed husband came looking for his shirt. I let my wrap fall open to display my lingerie as I handed him the shirt, his only comment was "coffee?" so with a sigh off I went to the kitchen to fix him a cup to take in the car.
In he came, in a rush, bag in one hand reaching for the coffee with the other. I got a kiss on my forehead and a see you tonight as he went out the door.
I started to make myself a cup of coffee and noticing a bottle on the shelf added a few shots of scotch to the brew hoping that would perk me up. I bypassed a second cup of coffee and just tipped some more scotch into the dregs of coffee in my cup.
I stood and faced the mirror on the hall wall, pulling back the wrap I checked myself out trying to see what my husband could not.
5ft 7 in my stocking feet and those fishnet stockings travelled to the top of my shapely and firm thighs. Those thighs formed a sharp V when they met at my pubic area. The black fabric of my thong panties only highlighting the area. Flat stomach from lots of pilates and yoga, 36C cup breasts still firm without any outside work.
I sat down and took another swig of my coffee and while I pondered the mysteries of life my 17 year old son came in looking for breakfast.
He had just come from the shower and had a towel wrapped around his lower half and used another to dry his hair. For 17 I had to say he was in great shape, hardly any fat and nicely defined chest and ab muscles.
I began moaning about it being my birthday and he asked what his father had given me. I stood in front of him and threw off the wrap showing him my trim and fit body as well as my lingerie.
"Nothing. I offered him this and he gave me nothing, not even a second look."
I turned around and showed my backside to my son, the thin strip of material fitting between my butt cheeks.
Turning to face him I noticed the tent forming under the towel. He just stood there and stammered "er ah um mum". Then I think the scotch kicked in and everything went out the door.
I moved towards him, sinking down to the floor in front of him. Reaching up I began to stroke the bulge in the towel. I could hear he was breathing quickly as I reached under the towel to slide my hand around him. He felt hard in my hand as I pulled the towel away to free his cock.
He hissed softly as I ran my fingernails along his shaft. Looking at it from this level it was clear to see that he was hard, and long, longer than his father.
"Holy crap!" He gasped as I took him into my mouth. I slid my mouth right down him, sucking all of him into my mouth. His pubic hair tickled my nose.
I had learnt a long time ago that if you took all of a guy in your mouth he totally loved it.
It was a skill I had learnt in senior high and quickly mastered in later life. A good blowjob and the guy would be really hyped to give you a good fucking after. I fully intended to give my son a better than good blowjob.
I slipped my lips along him. Sucking hard on him, taking him fully into my mouth. Moving slowly at first, letting him feel my mouth around him. Then speeding up, moving my mouth along him faster, sucking softer on him as I did.
I ran my tongue around him, licking him. He groaned, wrapping his fingers in my hair as I pressed my face once more into his groin. I took a moment to look up. He was leaning back against the doorframe.
His eyes closed, his face screwed up in pleasure.
Seeing that he was enjoying it seemed to increase my desire to make it good. I slowed up, deliberately sucking on just the head before taking him back into my mouth. I moved my lips along him, sucking hard until I felt the head of his cock at the back of her throat. I held my mouth all the way down on him, gagging slightly as I sucked for breath.
Then with just my lips wrapped around his cock I slid back to the point where I was just holding the head in my mouth. I coated it with saliva by licking my tongue over it. I tasted a drop of his salty pre-cum and smiled at what was still to come.
By now he wasn't the only one enjoying it so I repeated the manoeuvre, again holding all of him in my mouth before sliding my lips along him.
If once was good and twice even better then I should do it again, and again, all the time he moaned deeply. His fingers curled tightly in my hair but I wasn't going anywhere. He did not try to push me down on him, just held his fingers wrapped in my hair and the side of my face.
I began to feel the build up of pressure. Moving along him faster now, each time sliding my mouth down to take him fully.
His moans were growing louder, faster, as I moved my mouth and pumped my fist along him. I curled my tongue around his cock, over the head. I could not remember a time when I had given such a frantic blowjob.
Not wanting him to go off too early I let go of his cock and sat on the edge of the table and spread my legs. He stood still and stiff for a moment getting himself back under control. I could hear his deep athletic breathing caused by my intense cardio workout.
Grasping the patch of material between my legs and pulling it aside gave him a clear view of my pussy and made clear my intent as to what I wanted. The smell coming from my pussy was now highly arousing.
He is a smart boy and didn't require any extra instructions. He pulled the chair into position and resting both hands on my thighs to push my legs back he buried his face between my legs.
His attack started aggressively by licking, sucking and biting on my labia, filling the room with slurping noises and my pussy with saliva. Soon our mingled fluids began to run down my crack to my arse.
It was now my turn for moaning loudly and I was tightly grabbing the sides of the table, my body thrusting upwards out of pleasure as he was flicking my clitoris. The musky smell of sex filled the air and made for intense feelings for the coming fucking.
"Do me now, finish it off" I yelled.
I leant back on the table and he got himself into position. I lowered one hand and adjusted his cock so that it was resting at the entrance of my pussy.
"Push ... hard"
With sudden force he pushed the tip of his cock into my vagina. Another thrust and he began to push his cock deeper into my vaginal passage. His cock made my pussy feel even tighter than I remembered; well he was bigger than his father, but also warm and moist inside.
His entire penis slipped into my tight pussy and we lay face to face on the table. As I moaned with the feeling of fullness in my belly he slipped his tongue into my open mouth and began to play with my tongue as if he was still sucking my clit.
He broke our kiss and began to pump his cock in and out of his birthplace. I held onto him and his head was buried in my neck. He was kissing and biting my neck from ear to shoulder and his attention was even further turning me on. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kept on pumping furiously.
The lining of my vagina was contracting and grabbing his entire dick on each stroke. He kept on pumping it into me driving me closer to climax. Suddenly my body began to shake violently and I started to buck my own hips and lift my arse off the table. All this just caused him to pump even faster.
I could hear swearing mixed with cries of pleasure as our climax drew near. Then he stopped thrusting and arched his back to drive his cock as deep as possible. The first spurt of cum hit my insides and I screamed with pleasure. I don't know if I startled him or he was worried about filling me with his seed because he pulled his cock out.
I raised my head to tell him to put it back and saw him gripping it tightly then he released his hand and the second spurt sailed between my spread legs like a field goal and splattered across my belly. He moaned loudly and ejaculated a third spurt, cum hit everywhere. It completely soaked me in semen; there was a puddle in my belly button, some on my breasts, even a few white spots on my trimmed pubic hair and some drops flicked as far as my face.
He sat back on the chair and took the towel from the floor and wiped the sweat from his body. He passed me the other towel to clean myself off but I decided not to I'd just keep wearing what my son had given me for the rest of the day.
One last kiss and he went to get dressed for school. I could feel the cum leaking from my pussy so I re-arranged my panties to hold in the rest of his present.
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