My phone vibrated just as I began to do last nights dishes. "Son cumming to get u 4 dinner" was the message on my phone. No time, nothing else...

was this his way of saying that it was Ok for me to play with his son without him being there....mmmmmm I hope so..cos if he arrives early enough I will certainly make it obvious that he can play if he wants to. All three of us had been having lots of fingering and sucking over the last month or so, but always my lover had been there, or at least in the house somewhere. The son and I had never been alone together, and at my place too. I quickly threw a everything into a neat state and tossed myself under the shower, making sure that I did not wet my hair. I wanted to be just getting under the shower when he arrived, but I also wanted to be clean for whatever may happen once he knew that he could play. I gave my softness a quick trim with the shaver and rubbed lemon oil into my thighs, making sure all parts were covered.

There is nothing like the smell of lemon oil when it heats up in the fullness of playing and mixes with the sweetness of my cum. I tossed on my favourite silk blouse that make my nipples stand up as I move in it and comes to midthigh. I went into the kitchen and began to empty the dishwasher and the doorbell rang. I called out to come in the door was open and I bent to get the dishes out of the tray. As i heard him come around the corner to the kitchen area I stood up with a couple of plates in my hand and blew him a kiss. Then I bent down again, widening my legs so he could see my freshly shaved private part and my arse from the back. He just stood there, leaning on the counter watching me, so I leant forward onto one leg and put my foot on the dishwasher door, supporting myself on the overhead cupboard and put my fingers into the lips of my private part and separated the lips.

I didnt hear him move, so I stood up and turned to look at him with only the bottom buttons of my shirt done up. He was standing leaning back on the counter and my gaze fell to his crotch where I could see his length hardening inside his cargo pants. He crossed to me, undid my blouse, and knelt down in front of me, his hands on my breasts and thrust his face into my softness rubbing his head between my legs and forcing them apart. As I bent my knees and widened my feet his hands came up between my legs and his thumbs slid into my private part with his other fingers cupping my arse.

And he rubbed my private part with his thumbs until I was ready to scream.

My personal place was on fire and he was thrusting his thumbs, one after another, as high as they would go.

I looked down at him and he was watching my private part as he stretched it wider and wider with his thumbs.

I wanted him to drive his fingers into the wetness his thumbs was creating, but this was his play, so I said nothing.

then placing his fingers into my cunt, he lead me to the bedroom, only stopping to suck on my breasts as we passed the hall mirror. He stayed there fingering me and sucking my breasts and all the time watching me, watching his fingers go higher and higher into my cunt. I was so horny, I wanted his length high in me, but he hadnt even let me touch it yet, and I was becomming ever more desperate to at least have it in my mouth. But no. He pushed me back on the bed, knelt on the floor, threw my legs over his shoulders and drove his tongue far into my private part just as i cum, squirting the warm sticky juice into his mouth. He sucked and sucked swallowing it and rubbing his face into it until my spasms stopped.

He crawled up my body and, putting his sticky, cummy face on mine, kissed me, driving his tongue into another of my waiting warmths, he gave me back my cum. All of this without speaking. Then he stood up, dropped his cargopants onto the bedroom floor, and taking his length in his hands, pulled it and stroked it till he was ready to cum.

Still stroking, he knelt over me and squirted his cum onto my breasts. When he was spent, he fed me his cum with one hand and massaged it into my breasts with the other until I was as juicy as he was. And in one movement he pulled me from the bed, lead me to the shower, washed me and himself, taking care that I could see and feel all the parts he was washing, dried us both off, and, smiling just like his dad, put his clothes on. I could hear him in the kitchen, and after I was dressed, I joined him and we had hot creamy coffee. then we got into his car, and he took me to my lovers home for dinner. All without talking......