“Is this better than jerking off?” I asked as best I could with a cock in my cheek. Anthony nodded quickly.
“Oh god mom, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your mouth is so warm and wet and… Oh fuck mom, I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Anthony said.
“Better than trading cards?” I asked, slipping Anthony Jr.’s cock from my mouth and kissing the tip.
“Cards?” he asked, confused, “Oh… yeah. I mean, of course!” he said.
“Remember that,” I said and I winked at him. And then I slipped the of Anthony Jr.’s penis into my mouth again. Except, not just the tip. I opened my mouth wide and let his warm, rigid shaft plunge into my throat I gagged again as my son’s penis slammed into the back of my throat. But I fought through it, tears welling in my eyes. I pulled my head back again, letting him slip through my lips, until just the tip remained. But no pause now, I dropped back down into my son’s lap, swirling my tongue around on his urethra as he went deeper than ever before.
I move with absolute abandon. I had never sucked cock like this in my life. Never had the desire to do it. I would have doubted I had the ability to do it. But I kept my eyes open the whole time. I watched my son enjoy the pleasure I was giving him. I heard him groan. I saw his muscles twitch and flex. These… adult reactions. It was intoxicating. I kept going.
But not for long. I am not sure how long I sucked my son’s penis, but it couldn’t have been long. He was a virgin after all, and backed up, and I was giving him everything I had. I dropped down at one point and felt my Anthony Jr.’s finger sink more deeply into my hair and heard him groan. I felt the muscles in his legs grow tense below me. Felt him shaking. My son was going to cum.
Without thinking, I pulled my head up out of Anthony Jr’s lap slightly. I had to force a little, because his hands had me frozen in place. But eventually, just the very tip of my son’s penis was in the very center of my mouth, resting on my tongue. I reached up with one of my hands and grabbed my son’s balls. I felt my son’s urethra pulse against my lips. And then I felt the hot, creamy wetness of my son’s sperm as it suddenly burst into my mouth. I felt Anthony Jr.’s balls seizing up in my hands.
There was so much cum. It came out Anthony Jr. with such unbelievable force that some of it shot immediately down my throat, coating me. But more and more poured out of my son’s penis. Soon it was splashing against the inside of my teeth and setting down on my tongue. The salty, animal flavor of I filled my mouth and soaked into my nose. The taste of it clouded my brain as more and more of it poured into me.
Finally, Anthony Jr.’s balls jumped in my palm one last time. I felt a few more drops of sperm dribble into my mouth. My cheeks were bulging with my son’s cum. I pulled my head back, letting my son’s penis fall out of my lips. I swirled Anthony Jr.’s sperm around in my mouth. I’d never cared for the taste of it before, but now it was almost floral. I wanted it coating my teeth and gums. Eventually, it got frothy and thick, threatened to pour out of my lips. I swallowed it down, feeling it land in my belly, warm and heavy.
Anthony Jr. was leaning back in his chair now, panting. His cock was leaning, half-hard, against his leg. His eyes looked glazed and he was smiling slightly. I suppose I should have been thinking about what I’d just done. It was not natural. In fact, it didn’t even feel like me. It was like my body had taken over. But my mind couldn’t focus on any of that. Not then. I didn’t think or feel anything about what I’d done. Anthony might have been recovering, but I was still in the grips of… whatever had pushed me here. And all I could think about were the reactions of my own body.
Everything I had been sensing before I abandoned myself to pleasuring my son was still there, just intensified a hundred times over. My nipples pressed hard against the sheer fabric of my tanktop and my inner thighs felt absolutely slick with my juices. Just wearing the thin little pieces of fabric I had was far too much for me. It made me hot and chafed me terribly. I needed, desperately, to get comfortable.
I stood quickly in front of my son. He was still slumped in the chair, panting, but looking at me. I suppose I should have disrobed slowly, sexily. A little bit of a strip tease or something along those lines. But I couldn’t manage that now. It had been too long since I had felt this kind of excitement. Since I had seen someone looking at me the way my son was looking at me now. I tore off my clothes, ripping the tanktop up over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I slipped down my panties and kicked them across the room. And now I stood naked, flushed, looking at Anthony Jr. in the chair.
Anthony Jr.’s eyes roamed all over me. It was like I could feel where they were tracking, sense their touch on every inch of my skin. I turned, first to one side, and then the other, letting him drink in every inch of me. And savoring the adulation. For the first time I wondered whether I would be THIS excited if the person staring at me was another man. Someone other than my son. I realized that I wouldn’t be. Part of that was because, by staring at me, it felt like my son was affirming his manhood. That he had a sexual interest in anyone was just… it was important. But beyond that, it just felt… naughtier. I liked looking at my son’s familiar face, seeing the lust in his eyes while he stared at me.
“Do you know how to pleasure a woman?” I asked, the words again coming without my conscious effort. But I wasn’t shocked by this anymore. I was just letting my libido take me where it would. Anthony Jr.’s eyes traveled up to mine, wide and innocent.
“Like… I watch porn sometimes, mom…” He said, uneasily. Which seemed to answer my question. I took a couple of quick steps towards Anthony Jr., moving towards where his right hand was laid on the armrest of his chair. As I walked, I felt my breasts bounce slightly, felt my thighs slip together wetly, and enjoyed how sexy that made me feel. Finally, I stopped, right beside my son’s chair. I stood with my legs spread apart slightly. Anthony Jr. was eye-level with my breasts, but he was looking down at my slick pussy. I knew he could smell me. Hell, I could smell me.
“It isn’t like porn,” I said, “It isn’t about jack-hammer thrusting. At least, not all the time. And definitely not at the beginning. A man should know how to please a woman. Do you want to know?” As I asked, I trailed my fingers up and down his forearm.