The last recording from real experience with this recurring favorite..

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Yeah, I guess you could call that my experimental phase. I never really did get the chance to thank you for handling it so darn well. Yeah, of, you know, all of the four of our two parents.

You were the most open-minded and non-judgmental by far. And, you know, my crush on you was well underway by that point. Really, if I was old enough to have attractions, it was well underway.

Yeah, I still couldn't believe that that counselor at school had called you in to say that I had revealed fooling around with your son a little bit. That was messed up, but again, thank you for taking it so well. Yeah, my parents and your husband, they all looked, you know, just some degree of uncomfortable.

Which, you know, I suppose it wasn't completely unreasonable for them to feel that way. And they certainly weren't upset. But you, well, I remember catching your eye across the table and you giving me a little smirk.

And I think now I see that I interpreted it correctly. Because all the way back then I took it to mean something like you are a little experimental freak, huh? Experimental freak, huh? With a high-ass sex drive, willing to step outside the box.

Because you must have picked up on my attraction to you already and known that at the very least I was not entirely gay. I was at least bi, and now I'd say we've just had a bi-experimental phase. Because, I don't know if I've revealed this to you, but the whole time I acquiesced to your son's expressed interest in playing around, I was thinking about you.

I was thinking about you. I was taunting him about his mother's attractions to his friend and object of his own interest. Yeah, and my biggest apprehension that day that they brought you all in was that hearing I had fooled around with a man in general or particularly with your son might make me look unappealing to you.

Never mind the fact that I was your best friend's son who you had driven to preschool and sports practice and who called you Mama Number Two sometimes. Never mind that. I thought this could be the thing to blow my chances.

But then I remember that look you shot me, and I might not have had the words for it at the time, but I thought to myself, oh wow, she's freaky. Mommy's freaky. She likes the extra dirty stuff.

Yeah, so you want to hear about it, huh? All the details? Well shit, I don't know if I.

.. Are you sure? Because God, it gets filthy.

Yeah? You're okay with some taboo kind of content? Some looks into the deep, twisted recesses of my mind? And you want to know exactly what went down back then, huh? Okay, Mommy, I'll tell you all about it.

Maybe if we're lucky, some of it will even go down this weekend when your son comes home to visit. So things started out with some somewhat typical sort of circle jerk scenarios. We had just gotten access to Internet and figured out how to get on porn sites and jerked off in front of each other.

Earlier we had shared when we first were able to come. At that point I admitted the fact that I had, one, orgasmed regularly since I was five years old, and two, that the very first time I blew a load, I'd been watching you mow the grass out the back door in a bikini top and you had on a long beach-wrapped skirt and sandals and those perfect tits and a teal bikini top and I felt myself get erect and intuitively wrap my hand tightly around my cock and stroked slowly up and down, really tight, slow thrusts through the circle of my hand until I felt this welling up of energy. I could see your face and feel your energy hovering over me and I felt each little section of the squirts that welled up inside me and came out, shoot out of my cock one after another and hit the blanket I was under that was holding up with my opposite hand.

I felt all the muscles in my body contract and relax. At that point I realized that I was in love with you, Mommy. So, I didn't tell him that when we first regaled tales of our ability to come or not, but at some point we, yeah, when we had our little sleepovers, we put on some porn and both jerked off next to each other, kind of, you know, checking out what each other were working with, I suppose.

I remember your son commenting that I had a thick dick multiple times early on and he seemed to spend just a little more time eyeing me than the video until one day he came right out and asked if he could blow me. And my very first reaction to that was that I wasn't sure. And quickly I thought about you and the potential to add some storytelling to the scenario.

And I decided to spring the teasing on him to just go ahead and say yes and see how it was. It was just open and experimental. And he crawled over as I was seated on the couch in your basement and began to suck my dick.

He did a good job. He had some natural ability in retrospect. But I firmly closed my eyes and went right back mentally to watching you both along that day with those nice, perfectly round, on the small side four-year, tall, strong body.

Just like I've always been partial to. Gorgeous mommy breasts. The perfect mommy tits.

Perfect tits in general. It's what I always said, they're small but very much there. A nice, perfect handful.

Hmm. Enough that you had some definite cleavage going on as your tits wiggled back and forth as you sauntered that little lawnmower up and down the length of your yard. And then the view from the back was every bit or more exceptional.

That big, fucking, round, wide ass sauntering side to side. What is your hip measurement, you think, mommy? 44 inches, that's right.

Yeah. And a 28 inch waist. God damn.

See, now that's a fat ass, mommy. Yeah. You're like a dream come true.

You're so strong and tall. With those perfect little, just a handful titties. But a big, big fat ass.

Hmm. Yeah, like the way you've come around here and you've got a big fat ass. I teach you that one, right? Teach you that that's a compliment? Well, it is.

It's not sort of a compliment. It's the highest compliment, mommy. I love it when I get to press on your big fat ass.

Yeah, that's right. Own it. Yeah, you should be smiling.

You should be proud. You got a big fat ass that everybody stops and takes notice of. Everybody wants backed up on them.

Yeah. Yeah, you have literally the perfect big, big fat-ass fuck-ass, mommy. We're going to get distracted, though.

We won't get through the whole story. He could see that I was going off in my mind. And I think he hesitated to ask.

But his curiosity got the best of him. And he said, what are you thinking about? I had my eyes closed and my head thrown back.

And I decided I would up the ante over telling him I was thinking about you. Walking your lawnmower back and forth in that turquoise bikini top. Your six foot, three body, powerfully propelling that mower as your big fat ass weighed perfectly side to side.

And instead I said, I'm thinking about how the couches in your house smell like your mom. And how your mom and I have always gotten along really well. I stopped there at first.

I figured that was enough to get the idea across. He looked a little embarrassed. Unsure what to say, but he kept on going.

Running his tongue from the base of my cock up to the head. And then popping the head into his mouth. Licking circles around it.

It felt really good, but I wanted him to deep throat me to finish me off. But I figured I ought to up the teasing rhetoric just a little to see where it was going to go. So I went for it and told him, you know your mom and I get along really well.

You know we kind of have a thing for each other. If it wasn't for the age difference and the circumstances, I think we would already be banging. But you know, she's a stand up, law abiding woman, so I'll probably have to wait until I'm at least 18 to fuck your mother.

But you do know I'm going to fuck your mother, right? Yeah, come on. Don't even play like that.

There's no doubt about it. Kevin, I am going to fuck your mother. It doesn't matter whether or not you agree or think so.

The facts support my fucking claim. Yeah, your mom's hot as hell. And clearly she is putting it out there.

She never yells at me. She always tells me how smart and how sweet I am. How smart and how sweet and how handsome I am.

She yelled at you way more than she yelled at me when we were kids. And you know how she always encouraged me to take naps in her room? Yeah, well, now that you're on your knees sucking my cock, I guess you should know that on one occasion I raided her panty drawer while she was in the room.

I made eye contact with her as I picked up a pair of black lacy underwear, held them up to my face, caressed them with my cheek, gave them a sniff, and put them back in the drawer. We held eye contact the whole time. Did she get mad? Hell no.

She gave me a sexy smirk and unbuttoned her blouse down one button to show a little cleavage. And then she, you know, kind of shook it off and reasserted her need to wait until it was legal. A day or two after that she let me know that she hadn't missed the fact that I hump her fucking pillows all the time.

Because I do. That's it. That's it.

Keep going like that. Yeah, jerk me off with the top of my mouth. Oh, yeah.

I'm probably finished with this story I'm about to tell you I told them. Yeah. If you jerk me off like you do yourself, just put the top of the head in your mouth.

I used to hump your mother's pillows. They smelled so much like her. Sometimes I'd put a pair of her underwear down, hug the pillow and bury my face in it.

Just thrust right across the mattress top and squirt onto her sheets or mattress cover. And then I would leave it without cleaning it up. And a couple days after that panty experience, she let me know that she had not missed that.

By pulling back the bedspread in front of me and pointing right at the stains and then giving me that exact same smile. Only this time she stuck her tongue out and traced a little circle. And then again, just as quickly, she was out the room.

But doing the sexy, slow strut. Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Now I'm closing my eyes and thinking about how exciting and great it's going to be the first time I fuck your mother. And keep jerking me off like that. Don't stop.

I'm going to cum. Thank you for coming around to the truth of the situation. No sense fighting it, right?