“Well, I, I just don’t know what you ever saw in her,” Jessica snapped when the door closed behind Anja.
Jessica turned and hugged her son, her precious Baby Boy tightly. He returned her hug, squeezing her against his massive chest.
Jessica could feel Jesse’s manhood pressing against her belly. How dare that little gutter trash call her Baby Boy’s manhood a little pee-pee.
“Well, the Coq Au Vin’s just about ready,” Jessica said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Jesse’s lips. “We won’t let that go to waste, will we?”
“Oh no ma’am, no we will not,” Jesse enthused, squeezing his mother again, relishing the feel of her large breasts mashing against his chest.
Jessica gave him another kiss, then reluctantly let go of their hug. She marched into the kitchen to check on the meal.
“And we got string beans, right?” Jesse asked, getting down to wine glasses.
“Now, really, Jesse? Can we have Coq Au Vin and not have string beans?” Jessica asked, getting out two plates.
Sitting in Jesse’s ornate dining room, candlelight twinkling, Jessica put her hand on Jesse’s well-muscled thigh. She lovingly rubbed up and down his thick leg.
“You remember when you used to try to sneak in? When I was taking a bubble bath?” Jessica lightly teased her Baby Boy.
“Aw come on, Mom!” Jesse complained.
“You’d try to be real quiet, popping the lock on the door?” Jessica teased, raking her polished fingernails up and down the inside of his thigh.
“Mom,” Jesse complained.
“So?” Jessica cooed, resting her hand on Jesse’s leg, millimeters from his hard cock. “What were you hoping to see?”
“Mom, come on, that’s enough,” Jesse thundered, thoroughly embarrassed.
“I’m just teasing you,” Jessica giggled, brushing his lips with hers.
“It’s perfectly natural; baby boys wanting to see their mommies,” Jessica said, draining her glass of wine. “Nothing wrong with it.”
She refilled her glass and topped off Jesse’s glass of wine. The continued to eat the delicious meal.
“I swear, no one can cook like my Mom,” Jesse praised.
“Oh, I can remember when you thought Pizza Hut did a better job than your Mom,” Jessica said, kissing his lips as she picked up their plates.
“They didn’t do better desserts,” Jesse said as Jessica served two smaller plates, each with a thick chunk of strawberry shortcake.
“No they did not, did they?” Jessica smiled, taking a sip of her decaffeinated coffee.
“Nope,” Jesse agreed.
After they ate their dessert, Jessica brought her feet up underneath herself. Jesse put his arm around his mother’s shoulder and squeezed her. Jessica leaned heavily against him for a moment, then looked up into his handsome face. He looked down at her brilliant blue eyes and smiled.
Thy kissed, a soft lip to lip kiss. Jessica opened her mouth and Jesse thrust his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the rich cream she’d whipped into a thick gel on his tongue. She could taste the ripe strawberries and the dense pound cake she’d baked for her Baby Boy, her big strong man.
Jessica raked her fingernails over her baby boy’s muscled chest. She could feel the firm flesh underneath her fingers as she ran her fingers across his chest, down his taut abdomen. Mother and son both groaned as Jessica’s fingers found the outline of her Baby Boy’s stiff cock trapped in his snug jeans. Jesse gave an involuntary shudder as Jessica’s fingernails raked insistently from tip to scrotum.
“Let’s…” Jessica whispered, pulling her feet out from underneath herself and standing.
“Oh yes,” Jesse sighed, lifting his mother into his arms.
In his bedroom, with the large bed illuminated by a solitary lamp, 40 watt bulb casting a soft glow, Jessica shimmied out of her silk blouse. She cooed and giggled as her Baby Boy helped her unhook her bra then began hungrily suckling at her stiff nipples. Jesse eased his mother backward until she was propped against his mound of pillows. He switched from one nipple to the other, licking, biting, suckling while his hand deftly unhooked her skirt.
“Mm, oh, oh yes!” Jessica hissed, coming closer and closer to her climax.
Jesse’s fingers grazed his mother’s clitoris and she shrieked in orgasm. Jesse savagely ripped the silk panties from her then struggled out of his shirt and jeans.
“I, oh, oh yes, oh Baby Boy,” Jessica cried out as her son buried himself into her wet pussy in one furious thrust.
Jesse continued to maul her large breasts as he frantically thrust himself into his mother’s tightness. With another shriek, Jessica wrapped her long legs around his waist and held him fast inside of her.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried out as she felt his hot sperm pumping into her.
“Oh, oh my sweet boy, oh that was…” Jessica panted as Jesse’s cock finally slipped from her raw opening.
“I uh, oh,” Jesse wheezed, flopping onto his back next to her.
“Oh, no sir, Mommy’s baby Boy isn’t done yet, is he?” Jessica cooed and wiggled down to capture his soft cock in her mouth.
With another wiggle, Jessica managed to straddle Jesse’s head. She pressed her densely furred pussy down against his mouth and purred happily as Jesse’s tongue began to lap at her heavy inner lips.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, Sweetheart,” Jessica groaned. “Clean Mommy’s pussy. Do a good job and I’ll give you a treat, hear?”
“Ack! Oh, oh Baby Boy! That, that’s so nasty! You shouldn’t do that!” Jessica fussed when Jesse thrust a thick finger into her rectum.