“Yeah, just fine I suppose. Where’s Jake at? I saw his door was open, figured he was down here with you.”
Jake stopped for a moment, but I clasped my fingers into his thick hair and pulled his face a little tighter against my hungry pussy as I responded “He was just down here” my gaze lowering as I said it, “but then he disappeared to eat his breakfast.” I smiled at this witty and honest answer to his question, looking back to my husband, then feeling Jake’s tongue plunge into me and gasping softly.
“Oh… damn kid can’t even sit at breakfast time and eat anymore…” he said absently as he read his newspaper and sipped his coffee.
“Don’t be so hard on him dear. He said he didn’t feel well today… I may keep him home from school. He didn’t look so good.. It may be better if I just took care of him today.”
“You’re too soft on the kid, but with his grades I’m not about to worry about a day out of school.” he said.
“I completely agree.” I said huskily, shuddering as our sons tongue swam around inside of me, then I softly gasped “Oohh..” as something flicked against my clit.. was that..? “Chuck dear, did you know that Jake had a tongue ring? I literally just found out.” I said with a quivering smile…
“That? Yeah I took him to get that when he turned 18.. adolescence I suppose. Anyway, I better head off to work babe.” he said, standing up and walking toward me.
“Mmmm Sure dear!” I said a little too loudly as I felt an orgasm spasm through me, cum spraying into my sons mouth and down his face from my ecstatic entrance.
Chuck gave me an odd look, but seemed to dismiss it and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him back, routinely as ever, but smiled with a satisfaction I hadn’t had in years. “Have a good day dear, tell Jake to feel better” he said.
“Oh I’ll make sure he feels good before you get home, don’t worry..” I responded in a low tone. Chuck nodded and waved, heading out the front door and leaving for the day.
I pulled the tablecloth up, looking down to my only son and admiring the cum dripping down his chin and over his muscular chest. I grinned at him as he stared up to me in disbelief and I said “What a naughty boy you are, Jake, making mommy cum like that in front of your father. Was breakfast yummy?” I asked with a wink.
“My favorite, mom, just like you said…” responded Jake with a weak smile “So… I’m not going to school today?”
“Oh no, sweetie, certainly not… My son is going to be a momma’s boy today… I’m going to make you feel good just like I told your father… and before the end of the day, you’re going to fuck your mother.” I said simply, never breaking my gaze with his.
“Jesus Christ mom… I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought I would want anyone this bad.” he responded.
I smiled down to him, cocking my head to the side and admiring his handsome, wet face again and saying in a warm, nourishing tone “It won’t be a passing thing sweetheart… I’m going to make you wait all day… I want you to appreciate what mommy is going to do with you. I want it to be the best you’ll ever have…”. With that I reached up from his head slowly, taking the tie about my waist and gently tugging it. The silk bow easily came undone and my robe dropped open. My pale, naked body was completely and purposefully on display for my awestruck son. I then draped the belt around his neck, scooted my chair back, and pulled him with me gently. He did not resist, and we stood together. The bulge in his pants was overwhelmingly large, and I knew it would be difficult not to impale myself on it the moment I saw it. I turned then and, using the belt as a sort of leash, pulled him along with me as I started toward the stairs, swaying my curvy, motherly hips as I walked. He followed obediently as I took him all the way upstairs and into mine and Chucks bedroom like this, shutting the door behind us and then turning to my son, my breasts swaying as I did. I pulled him against me, my tits squishing against his muscular chest.
Mother and son clashed in a deep, slimy kiss whose company included my cum from his breakfast. We held this erotic lip lock as he moved his hands between us to explore my tight body. One hand groped my right breast while the other slid down the front my body, my skin tingling in its wake more and more the lower it went. Rough fingers passed my naval and into the slippery liquids beneath it, gliding down in an arch to my waiting entrance. Powerfully, my son stroked my wet pussy with skilled middle and ring fingers. “Mmmmm” I moaned loudly against his lips as our tongues danced together. I reached down, ripping his shorts open desperately enough to pop off the button and bring the zipper to its base, whimpering as he fingered me. I let go of his shorts, which fell to the ground, and reached up to push him back by his shoulders, looking into his eyes with intense lust before pointing to mine and his father’s bed. “Get those boxers off and lay down mister” I ordered with narrowed eyes. I wasn’t about to lose control now. It took all my will power not to look down at the ten plus inches of meat that would eventually fill me to a point I’d never experienced.