But it was those eyes, those dark eyes, boring into his soul, that truly stirred his lust. They were the eyes of both a MOTHER who took pride in her son, and a woman, a LOVER who took great delight in giving pleasure with her mouth.
Again and again Madison brought him to the brink, only to pull back and release him with a sloppy plop, running her tongue over the swollen head of his cock while swirling it around her soft wet lips in small, slow circles, her hand gripping his base tightly, holding back the impending storm.
Sensing he could take no more, she again engulfed him, her nose buried in his pubes, holding her position as he swelled and finally released his load deep into her eager throat. Madison swallowed reflexively, sucking hard on his shaft, drawing out every last drop before releasing him with a satisfied sigh.
A mix of spit and cum dribbled down her chin as she grinned up at him. “Feel better, sweetie?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Billy gasped, still wracked in the aftershocks of his quake-like orgasm.
“Good boy.” Madison stood and slipped her robe back on, but left it untied, giving Billy a good look at her mature, sexy body. “Maybe later tonight, you can return the favor. But for now, you need to get out there and help your father. But first…”
Madison’s nose wrinkled as she sniffed at him. “…go take a shower, young man!”
“Aw, mom,” Billy pouted, “What’s the point if I’m just gonna go work up a sweat again helping Dad?”
“Because I can’t risk your father catching even a whiff of my perfume on you,” Madison said sternly. “No, go, wash up then get out there.”
Madison turned and swiftly exited the room, leaving her son standing there still naked and semi erect.
Snapping out of his post orgasmic daze, Billy decided to obey his mother’s directive. He opened the door and had almost stepped out into the hall when he remembered he was still nude. A quick search found the bath towel he’d left strewn over his closet door the other day. Covering himself, he again made for the bathroom.
His progress down the hall was cut short when his sister, Jenny, suddenly exited her own bedroom, almost plowing into him. “Where’re you headed off to in such a rush?”
Ignoring her, Billy attempted to go around, but she moved in front of him, blocking his path. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but notice how the tank top and tight boy shorts she called “sleepwear” clung to her petite but curvy frame. Or how the top hung so low on her that he could make out the edge of her areola peeking out from under it.
Remembering he was only in a towel, he quickly averted his eyes and tried to slow his quickened pulse.
Jenny focused on him with suspicion. “Was that Mom I heard leaving your room a minute ago? It was, wasn’t it?”
“Um, yeah, she was just… reminding me to… go help Dad set everything up for your party.”
Jenny’s eyes were almost as fiery as her hair. “She was in there an awful long time. In only her bathrobe. And now here you are, all flushed and with a semi poking up under your towel.”