My husband and I no longer have sex. He is 62 years old and well past his mating duties. We also argue more than ever to the point we merely tolerate each other.

At 48, I am still a sexy woman and could easily coax whatever I wanted out of a guy.

After work, my husband and I got into it again and decided to skip dinner. My Son is always hungry and began to complain he had nothing to eat. Still upset with my dear old husband, I snapped at my Son yelling, "Figure it out sonny boy!"

I told them I was going for a swim to relax. My husband joined me at the side of the pool but didn't come in with me. He likes to watch me swim; I always swim nude since its our pool.

My Son was all butt hurt about dinner and eventually came outside to confront me about it again. I told my Son, "If your hungry, you need to put some work into fixing yourself something... nothing comes easily in this world you know." "But Mom," he continued to whine... (I hate whiners)

I told my Son, "Well, I'm hungry too so if I wanted to have something to eat I would have to put some work into it you know..." He asked me what I wanted to eat and I told him, "I really don't care what, I just don't want to put any effort into it right now."

My Son sat down at the edge of the pool next to his Father and continued to stare at me in protest; or maybe he was just watching my girls float around.

I rolled my eyes in discontent and swam up to my Son and told him, "I'll tell you what I want for dinner if you pull it out."

He still had that same stupid starving dumb look on his face. I told him again, "Don't look at your Father, do what I say and pull out your cock for your Mother, right now."

My husband said nothing while my Son continued to not know what to do.

I carefully took my Son's cock out from his shorts and told him, "I guess I'm telling you I want your cum for dinner, so long as its alright with your Father."

My Son and I looked at his confused looking Dad but he didn't say a thing.

I told my Son, "Well, I guess we'll just move forward with this..."

I reminded him it was going to take some work... and that it might not come easy... but if he didn't mind, I could give it a try.

My Son, now firmly in my grasp, immediately began to grow hard for me.

I kissed the tip of his swelling cock and began to stroke him until he was as hard as a beer bottle.

I told my astonished Son in front of my jaw dropped husband to just relax for his Mommy now.

My husband watched on in complete silence as I went to work on my Son.

I began to blow my boy as they both watched on in disbelief and amazement.

Up and down, up and down, with one of my hands cupping my Son's balls, I glided my tightly sealed lips on his pulsating shaft.

I watched my Son tilt his head back as he whispered, "Oh, Mom..."

I heard my husband gulp in his dumbfounded silence.

I continued to blow my Son.

As a couple of minutes of blowing and sucking had gone by, my Son had burned through all of his sweet pre cum and his pulse continued to intensify.

I knew if my husband hasn't stopped me from blowing my Son by now, I was going to succeed in getting this done for sure. I knew it would be just a matter of time.

I took a moment to release my Son from pressure to give him some verbal courage.

I told my Son, "Don't hold back on your hungry Mother now, honey... just relax and let it fly, baby... you need to give me what I want... you need to cum for your hungry Mother..."

I took him back in and resumed my constant pressure on him.

I continued to stroke him, up and down, up and down, up and down...

His pulse began to quicken... his pulse began to grow harder...

My Son gasped, "Oh, Mom, your gonna make me cum... so hard, cum so hard for you, Mom..."

I began to suck much harder to hold him in place and continued to patiently wait for him to cum for me.

"Mom, cumming now, Mom... cumming... Oh, Mom... Oh my God, Mom..."

As my husband watched on, the inevitable began to happen...

Shot after shot, bolt after bolt, load after load, my Son let slip the huge slurry of molten cum from his scrotum.

While my Son gave and gave, I continued to receive. I took all he had to give me until there was nothing more for him to give.

Proud of my Son, and what we had just accomplished in front of his Father, I prepared to present the hard earned proof of our endeavour... the proof of the pudding; the proof of my Son's pudding that is.

I situated the pool of my Son's cum in my mouth and opened to show it to my Son and husband. With my Son completely spent in his ball draining experience, he looked on in amazement at the flooded aftermath he had left in my mouth.

My husband also took a long hard look at the large pearly white deep pool of my Son's cum in my mouth, just so he could come to final terms about what just actually happened.

As they looked on, and there was no denying it, I gave them one last look at my Son's frustration and fury of the day before I took him in to seal the deal.

I told my Son, "Thank you for the hot baby... It's the best meal I have had in a long, long time sweetie."