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Semester Break with MomBack in the late ’60’s colleges did things quite silly…Christmas break for a week at least, then back to school for finals. Then in Mid-January you were out for another week as school shut down. I was attending a 4 year school close by in an apartment with 2 other fellows. It was only 40 minutes from home, but we wanted the “college experience.” So, home I went.Mom and Dad were glad to see me, Dad could get some free help on the farm and Mom…well, that’s what this story is about. I was watching TV and Mom was reading when she suggested a snack,,,Dad was already asleep. Mom brought a plate of cookies and some milk, making sure I noticed her robe was untied and I could see she had on a shorty nightie…it was the middle of winter. She and I had been intimate a few times but that was a couple years ago, now I saw that sparkle in her eye that to me signaled she was ready to re-visit that situation…of course I got a rise in my shorts to at the viewing of those soft inviting thighs that looked even softer and a little larger now. She gave me a wink as she returned to the kitchen.”Oh darn, I see I forgot to dust the coffee table and TV today,” she stated. I could see by shadows in the light that was removing her robe. She re-entered the living room with a dust rag and a can of Pledge…right in front of me she sprayed the coffee table and wiped it down all the while karşıyaka escort letting me see her 34B’s swing in front of me. I had a flashback to about 3 years ago while working in the field with her while she had no bra…my curiosity that day started or journey to intimacy. We smiled at each other as she turned to dust the TV…I watched her generous thighs wiggle as she walked swinging her somewhat wide hips in the process. Her calves were slender, but those thighs had drawn my fascination every since I peaked through the door while she put on nylons. The TV screen got dusted…then she leaned down to do the lower part of the cabinet…wow! The short nightgown rode up on her beautiful behind and I was exposed to the same view as through the bathroom door keyhole oh so long ago…A long glimpse of her straw-hued growth of pubic hair! I sat there mesmerized as my dick grew…she turned around to me and said, “That’s better, isn’t it?” “Oh sure,” I said. She winked at me again.We both turned in for the night with an embrace and a long kiss. “Welcome home,” she said. I lay wondering for awhile what would take place the next morning…well, I knew, but what would be the circumstance. It dawned a cold, foggy day in the valley so I stayed in bed. I heard Mom ask Dad if he needed me to work, but he said , “let him sleep, he can work in the afternoons this escort karşıyaka week. I heard him drive away and no sooner than that Mom came into my room. “Do you have room for me?” she queried. “Of course,” I answered. She snuggled in close to me saying how nice it was to have me home with no studies. Nothing was said of our nearly 2 year hiatus from intimacy…maybe she thought I was “playing the field.” In reality I hadn’t been. She looked at me longingly and said how she missed me holding her. I had to agree and we kissed and tongue wrestled for a bit, while I felt those soft legs, wide sexy hips , motherly belly on my way to her breasts. “I sure miss you playing with them,” “Me too, Mom.” I fondled and pinched them finally putting my mouth on her hardened nipples, still turning bright pinkish-red upon arousal. Her face had a few new wrinkles and some that had been there had deepened, the streak of gray hair had widened, and her cheeks were a little looser, but everything felt as good as ever. This morning was different, no make-up, no perfumes, no fancy hair-do, no stockings, bra…just our natural scents. A very visceral feeling…my hands could not stay away from, between those legs…it had been too long…she blurted out, “just stick it it in, we have every morning this week!” With that command, I rose up, she moved to the center of my bed and I raised karşıyaka escort bayan the nightgown to above her bust…my tighty whities came off, her legs drew up and I went for it. I found my mark quite easily and began to stroke away, slowly at first. “Gosh, that feels so good to have you there, I miss your loving!” she said. I pumped and pumped all the while taking in her special scents and listening to the noises our intercourse generated. She held me tight, almost in tears with joy and laughter…”I’m so glad I have you to make me feel sexy!” “Oh you are sexy Mom,” I encouraged. I don;t think there could be a better feeling to me than to been entwined with her! My mind thought of everything about her I had seen either on the sly when I was young or later when we “discovered” each other…that caused me to watch what was happening beneath me it this moment, breasts shaking, thighs jiggling, and groins slapping the rythyms of sex! My balls felt it was time to release and release they did with a vengence into her awaiting vagina. “Oh how I love your big loads!,” she exclaimed. “Just for you,” I replied. We wilted together with me atop her my face nestled in to her neck and shoulder area. All was quiet now as she moved my blond hair off my forehead out of my eyes. I moved to her side and stroked her face lightly as she did the same to me. “Welcome home…in more than one way,”she said. “Sure thing,” I agreed.We embraced for while longer…we both detected the scent offresh cum…”Glad it’s laundry day,” she observed. I chuckled. I got near her left ear and whispered….”Mom, will all pussy feel this good?” I asked. “Son…if it doesn’t you can always come back to me!”

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