“Me, too, baby.” Judy leaned forward, her hair, loose, obscuring Carl’s view and he drew his breath in on a hiss as he felt her lips close softly round his prick, exhaling noisily as he felt her mouth moving down, her tongue moving lazily across as he went down. She took him deep, then came slowly back up, letting him escape from her mouth with a soft ‘pop’. She sighed. “You taste good, baby.” Her mouth closed over him again, and again she slid down, and then back up. But this time she went straight back down. Slowly, Judy developed a rhythm, going down, her lips pursed, coming up, gripping him lightly with her lips, her saliva easing her passage over him. She moved slowly at first, getting used to him, but gradually speeded up.
Carl had been close before and it only took a few strokes of Judy’s mouth for the sensations to start rising again. Had he been jacking off, he realised, he would have been going faster by now, but Judy kept the speed down and the rising sensation in him intensified until it was almost an agony, He felt that bone-deep almost-ache that he knew meant he was close, felt it growing, consuming him.
“Soon, Mom,” he managed to say, “very soon.”
He expected Judy to release him, to take him in her hand but her mouth stayed wrapped around him and he felt her tongue moving over his glans as her head moved up and down.
“Mom,” he said urgently, “you’re gonna make me come. Mom! Shit, Mom, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh … aaaah!” He came, in a violent jet of semen which caught Judy on the down stroke. She coughed and hurriedly lifted her head so that Carl almost came out of her mouth, swallowing urgently as a second blast, a third, hit her mouth, another, gentler, then another, and the blasts eased to pulses, one, two, three, slowing, easing, finally stopping. Judy paused, but when no more came she swirled her tongue around his glans and lifted her head, throwing her hair back with one hand.
“Wow,” she said softly. “You needed that!”
“Yeah, I guess I did. Mom?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I thought you didn’t take it in your mouth?”
“I never did before, that’s true, but this time, suddenly I wanted to taste it.” She laughed softly again. “Maybe because it was yours.”
“It was absolutely fantastic, Mom. Absolutely fucking fantastic.”
“Thank you, honey. I kinda enjoyed it myself.” Judy eased herself off her knees and sat beside her son.
“Your turn now, Mom.”
“Just a minute, son. Let’s watch a little more of the video, eh?”
Carl laughed. “Sure, if you want.”
“I know you want to eat me, and I sure as hell am looking forward to it, but maybe if we watch for a while you’ll get hard quicker, because what I’d like to feel is as soon as you get me off with your mouth, you slip that lovely prick straight into my pussy and fuck me hard.”
“Sure thing, Mom. Mother knows best. If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”
“It is, honey. Believe me, it is.”
“Mom, do I need a condom? I don’t want to, um, er,” Carl tailed off.
“Make me pregnant? Thoughtful, sweetheart, but it’s okay.” Despite the dim light Judy managed to look embarrassed. “I put my diaphragm in before I came down.”
Carl laughed. “Forethought, Mom, or wishful thinking?”
“A bit of both. Now get that video playing again.”
Carl took the remote and Peter North resumed his vigorous pounding of Lori Michaels’ pussy. Judy leaned against Carl and he put his arm around her. She turned her head and kissed his cheek, then took his hand and put it on her breast.
“I always did like having my tits played with,” she murmured.
“So does Rhonda. If she’s excited, sometimes I can get her off by sucking her nipples.”
“Lucky Rhonda,” Judy said with a chuckle. “I don’t get quite that excited.” She moaned softly as she felt Carl’s fingers playing over her breast. “But I do like that.”
Carl turned his head and looked into his mother’s eyes. She smiled and he leaned towards her slightly. Her smile softened and she leaned towards him. When their lips met it was a friendly kiss at first, but it deepened and Judy’s lips parted to let Carl’s tongue play over her lips, her own tongue playing with his, advancing, retreating, teasing. The kiss lit a fire in both of them and Carl could feel his prick hardening again. He broke the kiss and slid his mouth down Judy’s throat, raining little kisses on her, sliding his lips down and onto her breast, taking the nipple between his teeth, biting, oh so gently. Judy shuddered and her hands pressed him to her.
Carl’s prick was nearly hard now and he lifted his head. “Time for my supper, I think,” he said softly.
Judy smiled, love in her eyes. “I think it would be best if I lie on the rug, that way I’m ready when we go from feeding to fucking.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” He broke gently away from her, stood and pulled Judy to her feet. She moved a pace or two and lowered herself to the sheepskin rug, moving her legs easily apart. Carl knelt between her ankles and then eased forward, his weight on his outstretched arms, lowering his head towards Judy’s heat, breathing deeply of the rich, complicated aroma.
“You like my smell, baby?” Judy said softly.
“I love it. It’s like Rhonda’s, yet it’s different.”
“What about the taste, baby?”
“Tell you in a moment, lover-Mom.” Carl bent and let his tongue run slowly up Judy’s slit, from just above her anus up to her clitoris. She moaned softly.
“That’s good, baby,” she whispered.
“It tastes good, too.” Carl chuckled. “Like Rhonda, but different.”
He bent again, licking delicately at Judy’s labia, sucking them, running his tongue between them, then down again in the groove between thigh and pussy, then up again, savouring her flavour, flicking her clitoris lightly with his tongue, then down again, into the heat and musk of her, tasting, licking, nibbling gently, sucking, never settling, never letting Judy guess what he’d do next. Her head began to toss from side to side and she whimpered and then as Carl sucked at her clitoris she gave a tight scream and shuddered into her climax, her thighs gripping Carl, her fingers in his hair, clenched, gripping him almost painfully.
As her tremors eased a little, Carl flicked his tongue across her clitoris again and another tidal wave of sensation ran through her. She tugged at his hair, urging him up, over her, into her, his rock-hard prick sinking easily into her slick, wet depths, liquid slither suddenly loud in their ears as Carl’s hips bucked in urgent thrusts. Judy was panting, little gasps of pleasure, her fingers clawing at Carl’s back, her legs coming up, her heels urging him into her. Despite having so recently come in his mother’s mouth Carl felt the sensations rising in him, strange, familiar, that ache that wasn’t quite, that urge to thrust even harder. His hips were pounding his prick into Judy now and she was urging him on, little gasps and yips in his ears, her heels behind him pulling him into her.
It couldn’t last, and it didn’t. The sensations had built in Judy too, and suddenly she came again, another tight scream strangled in her throat, her pussy clamping down on Carl, triggering his own climax so that reflex took him and his hips thrust into Judy in spasms of pleasure. Gradually they stilled, and Carl eased onto his elbows so as not to crush her. She smiled up at him, beads of sweat on her brow, a liquid slither of sweat between them where they touched at belly and groin.
“That, son, was probably the best sex I ever had in my life.”
“Pretty wow for me too, Mom.”