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“Come in,” Ricky said, answering the gentle tapping on his bedroom door.He knew it was his mother, Helen. The door opened, and Helen came in. She sat on the side of his bed, spilling a little wine from the glass she was holding.Ricky asked what the problem was, and Helen replied, “The usual.””Dad still not home?””No. Your father just rang and said he would be late. Something important came up at work, and he as to sort it out before morning. Then he is going away for a few days.”Ricky rubbed Helen’s back, “Do you want to get in?””Yes. No. I shouldn’t. I mean. Oh god.” Helen burbled.”Don’t worry, mom. It’s okay.”Helen stood. She put her glass down and took her dressing gown off. Ricky lifted the sheets. Helen took a step back.Ricky was naked and supporting a semi-hard dick.”Mom, it’s alright.””I just want to be held for a while,” Helen said, afraid of Ricky’s growing cock.Nevertheless, Helen got into Ricky’s bed. She lay on her side with her back to Ricky. He cuddled up, spooning his mother. Even though Ricky’s hard dick was against her ass, Helen felt safe. It was what she wanted because she was getting little affection from her husband. They were going through a difficult time.Ricky shuffled, and his left hand rested on Helen’s breast. He wasn’t feeling it. His hand just idled over kaçak iddaa her ‘A’ cup boob.”You okay, mom?” Ricky asked.Helen replied a nervous, “Yes,” because her initial comfort was beginning to shift. The lack of intimacy with her husband was starting to take over her body. She wondered if Ricky’s hand could feel her stiffened nipple. Or if he could tell her heart was beating faster and her breaths shorter. Ricky couldn’t know the butterflies in Helen’s stomach and the wetness growing in her vagina.”I have to go,” Helen said hurriedly. Trying to save herself from doing something she knew was wrong.”You don’t have to,” Ricky said, closing his hand around Helen’s breast.Helen turned to face Ricky. She summoned the determination to say, “I have to,” even though her juices were beginning to flow.Ricky pulled his mother close to him. Helen felt his hard cock against her stomach, and she knew her resistance was dwindling fast. It wasn’t her son Helen wanted, but a cock. She hadn’t had one inside her for so long her pussy ached.Helen’s want was increasing by the second. She didn’t care anymore. It might be her son’s cock, but she wanted him.Helen was about to take one of the most significant steps of her life when lights shone on the window, and a car pulled up outside.”My god. It’s your father,” kaçak bahis Helen panicked. She jumped out of bed. Her nightie had ridden up, and Ricky got a fleeting glimpse of his mother’s tight, bare ass before the nightie fell.Ricky’s hand was around his shaft before Helen closed the door behind her.The following morning Helen re-entered Ricky’s bedroom. Ricky was already awake.”I’m taking your father to the airport soon. He is going on a business trip for a few days,” Helen informed Ricky.”Wait for me. I’ll come with you.”Helen said there was no need, but Ricky insisted.”I had better take those. I don’t want your father finding them in here,” Helen said, noticing her nightgown on the chair and her wine glass on the table. She had left them behind the night before in her rush to get into her bed.By the time Helen had her gown, Ricky was out of bed. He had pushed the sheets back, and Helen couldn’t help but notice the wet stains alongside dry ones.”Dad won’t come in here,” Ricky said.Helen dragged her eyes away from the stains and looked at Ricky. He was standing by the side of his bed, unashamedly naked. Helen tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help herself.”I had better put these in the wash,” Helen said, and she began stripping the bed.Ricky began to help, but when his cock illegal bahis touched her arm Helen said she could manage. Before Helen loaded the sheets into the washer, she looked at the stains. It wasn’t the first time Helen had washed Ricky’s soiled sheets. She knew nineteen-year-olds relieve themselves or have wet dreams. These though she felt responsible for—a consequence of getting into bed with her son.It was time to leave for the airport. Ricky’s father had loaded his traveling bag and was sitting in the car. Ricky waited for his mother.  When she came down the stairs, Ricky’s cock twitched. Helen was wearing a white sleeveless body-hugging sweater, denim miniskirt, and small heels.Best of all, Ricky could see Helen’s shapely legs stretching up to her white panties.Helen sat in the front, and Ricky in the back of the car behind his father. It is only a short drive to the airport, and it was uneventful until Helen turned to offer Ricky a mint.Ricky had his cock in his hand.Helen’s eyes flicked to her husband and then back to Ricky’s dick. From there to Ricky’s face, “Put it away,” she mouthed through a smile.For the rest of the trip, Helen looked through her side window. It stopped her from looking around at Ricky again, and her husband couldn’t see the smirk on her face.As soon as Helen’s husband disappeared through the departure door, Helen turned to Rick and gently slapped his upper arm. “What do you think you were doing in the car?”Ricky laughed, “Just having a bit of fun, mom.”

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