I look forward to when my Son Barry drops in for a visit. My husband is constantly away and when he is home he barely pays attention to me. My son is now twenty three and he has his own apartment. Sometimes I call him and tell him I am lonely here by myself. Barry will drop by and listen to me practically cry on his shoulder. Today was one of those days. Barry was sitting next to me on the couch. He was rubbing my back and trying to comfort me. It was working.
I was feeling this tingling between my legs. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex. There was my handsome son practically turning me on with his hand. I leaned into him and I kiss him on the lips. Maybe he was expecting it. Barry didn't pull away. He wrapped an arm around me and he pulled me closer. I wanted him. That's all I could think of at the moment.
Barry reached up and he touched my one breast through my shirt. I felt my nipple getting hard. I helped out matters by pulling my shirt off and then my bra. I have large tits that rest on my chest. Barry leaned over and he sucked on both nipples. I felt chills going up and down my spine. I needed all of him. I told Barry to get naked. I had to see his cock. Barry stood up and stripped out of his clothes. I was soon looking at his long, thick member.
It hung down between his legs and all I knew was I needed my son inside me. I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. Mother and son were standing in the living room naked. I led Barry back to my bed. I got onto my back and spread my legs for him. My son lowered his face and he thrust his tongue into my gash. I screamed and he licked up and down my slit. Barry made me so wet with his tongue. I needed all of him.
