As soon as she left, he grabbed my head and pushed it under the table.
A rush of excitement at doing something so taboo in public coursed through me, as I slid myself completely under the table, surprised at how dark it was.
I began sucking, feeling a rush of adrenaline because I was actually sucking my son in a busy restaurant. I bobbed furiously, wanting that load from his balls.
I had sucked him maybe two minutes when the waitress returned and asked, “Anything else?”
“No, I think I’m good,” Cory said.
The waitress left and Cory pulled me back up to my seat. I complained, “I’m not allowed to finish my dessert?”
“Jerk me off,” he ordered.
I obeyed, pumping his cock while he ate his cheesecake, even though I really wanted his hard cock back in my mouth. He ate half the cheesecake while I stroked his cock. When I felt it getting dry, I glanced to see if anyone was looking this way, before I bent down and took it back in my mouth. I bobbed for maybe thirty seconds before I heard the waitress gasp, “Oh, my!”
Cory explained, as I froze with his dick in my mouth, “She wanted something creamier than cheesecake for dessert.”
“Um, okay,” and the waitress left as quickly as she had arrived.
“Well, you’d better finish me off now,” Cory chuckled, clearly amused.
I bobbed like a hungry slut, desperate to get him off, both because of my utter humiliation at getting caught (which gave me a warm feeling), plus my desire that I did indeed want his warm, creamy dessert.
I bobbed for a couple more minutes before I heard him grunt and felt his warm cream erupt in my mouth and glide down my throat. God, I loved sucking his cock and swallowing his cum… it was my favourite treat… although I also enjoyed feeling it erupt in my pussy or deep in my rectum of course.
I swallowed it all down and sat back up.
Cory finished his dessert and we waited for the waitress to come back. She didn’t return for a good ten minutes and Cory joked, “You may have scarred her forever.”
“Well, you scarred me forever when you first plugged this dick into my cunt in the car,” I countered.
“I wouldn’t call that scarring, I would call that awakening,” he countered right back.
“Well if so, I sure can’t get back to sleep,” I laughed.
“Neither can this,” he joked back, as I glanced down and saw his cock was still semi-erect… already four loads today.
The waitress finally came back and avoided eye contact with me as she delivered the bill and asked, “Is there anything else?”
Feeling like making her even more uncomfortable, I replied brightly, “No thanks, I’m pretty stuffed after that creamy dessert.”
Cory added, “Oh, I plan to do more stuffing of you yet tonight.”
“Gobble, gobble,” I gobbled, as the girl’s face went beet red.
“You’re going to corrupt this poor girl for life,” Cory fake rebuked me.
I apologized, “Sorry miss, I just can’t get enough of him.”
“It’s okay, ma’am,” the waitress said, her face bright red, still not looking at me.
The word ‘ma’am’ annoyed me, but I let it go.
We paid, or actually he paid, which was sweet I thought, before we went to meet the realtor.
“So you’re promising me two more loads?” I questioned, as I drove, following the GPS directions Cory had entered in his phone.
“At least,” Cory responded.
“How many rounds are in that pistol?” I questioned.
“Don’t know. I’ve never run out,” he joked. “All I know is it’s more than a six-shooter.”
“Good to know,” I smirked. “I do like being gunned down.”
“And I love the target practice,” he wittingly shot back.
For the next twenty minutes, traffic was brutal. We talked about his father and the beginning of the school year.
I asked, “Are you really okay with my living nearby?”
“I insist on it,” he nodded.
“I don’t want to cramp your style,” I said, knowing that at some point these wild days of sucking and fucking his mother would fade. No way could we keep up this intensity of lust… I just wasn’t as young as he was.
“Mom, I want you nearby because you’re my Mom,” he said. After a pause, he added, “That, plus I like having a three-hole cum bucket nearby.”
“You had me at three-hole cum bucket,” I joked sarcastically.
“I should mention though that I do have a girlfriend of sorts,” he said.
I felt jealous. Yet, I asked, trying to be casual, “Can you define ‘a girlfriend of sorts’?”
“Well, we’ve never labelled it. We hang out sometimes. We fuck.”
“Is she hotter than I am?” I asked outwardly playfully, yet fishing for an answer that would help me feel good about myself.
“You’re both very hot,” he said.
“Is she as big a slut as I am?” I asked, hoping I could at least get a moral victory. Or I suppose an immoral one.
Cory laughed, “Only 67% as big. So far she’s only offered me two holes.”
“That dirty cock-tease,” I joked.
“But she’s bi,” he added.
It popped out of my mouth before I even had time to think, “So you want to see Mommy eat cunt?”
He coughed, surprised by my words. “That wasn’t what I meant at all.”
“So you don’t want to see Mommy eat cunt?” I whined, acting hurt.
“I didn’t say that either,” he corrected, clearly shocked for once… even after all we’d done together.
“Because I’d really like to do that,” I told him before adding, “although I haven’t done it since college.”
“You’ve eaten pussy before?” he asked, very curious and intrigued.
“I did a lot of things in college.”
“I’ll want to hear more about that,” he promised, as the GPS told us we were about to arrive at our destination.
“I’m sure you will,” I smiled coyly, as I moved my hand to his dick… which was hard again. “Did the idea of Mommy munching box get you hard?”
“Perhaps,” he shrugged, as I pulled to a stop.
As we climbed out of the car, he took my hand and led me to the first house. I said, looking at the small but modern house, “Looks cute.”
We walked up to the door, which was immediately opened by a woman about my age, pretty but a bit chubby. She greeted, “Welcome, I hope you found your way here okay.”
I nodded, “GPS is a life saver, although it doesn’t warn you about construction.”
“Yeah, it’s the end of the construction season and it happens every year… they fall behind,” the woman explained, before adding, “Oh, I’m Eve.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah,” I said, “and this is my son, I mean, yeah, this is my son, Cory.” I wasn’t sure how we were introducing ourselves here, but we were holding hands, which Eve had obviously noticed, since she glanced down briefly.
She explained, “So I’ll show you the three houses I spoke with to your son about. This one is the cheapest because it’s farthest away from the college, although it’s a very quaint home and in a quiet neighborhood. Travel to the college, in non-construction times, is usually about fifteen minutes, twenty to thirty during rush hour.”