I'm Sylvia. Thirty Nine years old. 35 C and well proportioned. Love handles are a bit hard to grip. I own and run a small studio where I try to beat the shit out of students of yoga, pilates, and whatever the latest fad is. I retired from being an airline stew when it quit being fun. I have one son; Bisck named after the pilot; who I think is his father from a one night stand during a wild crew swap in Copenhagen. I dream Bisck's father will track me down to give me another wild night and to show Bisck the world.
Damn! Just as I was ready to get the bath salts from the hall bath I hear my 18 year old son start the shower. He hadn't showered in under 60 minutes in two weeks. I was thinking I would spend a nice mellow hour soaking in my large tub with a glass of Merlot and a few of my toys with the hard rock of my youth pounding in my head.
My date the night before had been a total bust. Handsome, polite, well built, but no interest in getting between my legs. I know there was no interest, because I pushed. I had waited too long and now there was a desperate yearning in my loins. He really failed to live up to the BS he claimed in his posting in the Casual Encounters section of an online site. He was truly a sick worthless bastard.
Five minutes had passed. Bisck surely was behind the shower curtain; I'll just slip over in my negligee and grab the bath salts. He will never know. And if I catch a glimpse of his cock through the curtain, it will heat up my imagination and more during my bath.
I struggle with the line between good and evil. Somedays I think when it comes to voluntarily sex there is no evil and then I have a rape fantasy and justify moving the world of evil into a pea and eating it.
God, I don't know how Bisck spends so long it the shower almost certainly working his meat. He has a smoking hot girlfriend, Jill. Her body reminds me of mine at her age - built for sex and hungry. Jill sometimes helps me with some assignments at my studio. From what I know about her work there, she was capable of draining any man many times over. A long talk with my son should happen, I though. I kept two boys completely drained when I was 18.
I tiptoed into the hall bath. I was shocked. I gasped and muttered. Bisck wasn't in the shower. Bisck was standing facing the counter with this magnificent cock shooting ropes of jism onto a sheet of plastic covering a 20 year old centerfold of me. It wasn't a Playboy, it was much more revealing. I lost all control and the visual stimulation along with my twisted mind drove me to orgasm. Me negligee was soaked with my juices.
I wondered did Bisck know the centerfold was me? Had he been into my secret stash? What else did he know about me?
Bisck was looking at me and despite decades of experience interpreting men the look on his face was indecipherable. On the other hand the look on the head of the monster cock made it clear it saw a woman and was willing to stuff her every hole. No matter I was his mother. My knees betrayed me as they collapsed to the floor. My lips reached out to suck in his cock. My hands grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him closer.
Every man's cum is different; some are an acquired taste; others like Bisck's cum was just delicious. I know I am a cum connoisseur. Having no idea and no care as to the number of sexual partners I have experienced, many would just call me a slut. Often with an adjective in front - dirty, whoring, cum, loose, husband stealing, backstabbing, and some were more creative. I objected to dirty as a couple women learned when they were granted their unsaid wish for pulled hair, black eyes, broken noses or having a shoe in their cunt. Most of the others were met with a smile and some with a kiss and more.
Bisck's cock was hardening up nicely again.