Sex stories, Mom and son, Mom struggles with her desire to sexually exploit her son… I sat on the edge of the tub with the bottom part of my robe open. I carefully shaved around the edges of my thick bush trying to get a nice, neat triangle. It had been more than a week since the first time my eighteen-year-old son Jesse joined me during one of my X-rated cam shows. I kept insisting to myself that I was only performing with him because we were flat broke, and we needed the money to avoid foreclosure, yet there was more to it than that. I wanted to chalk it up to me being a horny old broad who wasn’t getting any lately, but I was only fooling myself. Jesse being my son, and doing the filthy things we were doing with each other, was getting me way more turned on than it should. I knew I would have to put a stop to what we were doing at some point, but I was almost glad that we were in as deep a financial hole as we were.
I ran the razor carefully along the inside crease of my thigh, cleaning away the shadow of stubble that was there. Jesse had refused to do another show until he got his first pay off. It took him less than twenty-four hours to spend it all. We’d done a couple more performances over the past few days. We’d just about made enough money for the mortgage payment that was three months overdue. I opened my legs a little wider to reach the sensitive area down low.
Jesse walked in without bothering to knock. He didn’t seem overly surprised to see his mother sitting there with her legs spread and her pussy hanging out. My first instinct was to close my legs and cover up with my robe, but when he stepped to the toilet and pulled his cock out of his boxers I realized there was no point in bothering. It was strange to think that my son had seen my pussy enough by this point that it was becoming almost normal for us. It gave me a shamefully good feeling inside.
“Want me to go get the weed whacker out of the garage for that?” he asked mockingly as he began to pee right in front of me. This was a new stage of comfortable for him.
“Real men prefer the look of a mature woman,” I argued while trying to keep my attention on my grooming and not on my son’s pissing cock. “Ever think that maybe there’s something wrong with you wanting your women to look like little girls down there?”
“Yeah, well, maybe there’s something wrong with both of us.” He shook the last drops of pee from his dick and flushed. “At least I have the excuse that I was raised by a perverted whore of a mother.”
I looked up with a flash of anger only to see that he hadn’t put his cock away yet. His eyes were on my pussy. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but there was that old thing about truth in jest that nagged at my conscience.
“Fuck you, too, ya sick little bastard.”
He only chuckled at that, still staring openly at my exposed twat. I pretended like I didn’t notice; acting like I didn’t have the urge to spread my lips open for my son and watch him get hard over me.
“My mom…the perfect role-model.” He shook his head and walked out.
“Don’t forget that we have a show scheduled for tonight!” I called after him.
“Whatever,” he replied disdainfully from his bedroom.
I stood at the sink splashing water on my crotch to rinse away the mess and fought the desire to masturbate right there and then. I didn’t want to risk Jesse knowing how turned on I was by our little encounter. I’d save my horniness for the cam. Who knows, maybe I could earn a few extra bucks for a real orgasm instead of a faked one. Either way, I couldn’t help scolding myself for looking forward to tonight’s show with my son as much as I was.
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I sat in front of the cam wearing my new semi-sheer black and white corset thingie with suspenders and thigh-highs getting more pissed off by the minute. Our show was supposed to start at 9 o’clock. It was nearly 10:00 and Jesse wasn’t home yet. I’d tried his cell phone every five minutes for the past hour, but he wasn’t picking up. We’d had over forty perverts ready and willing to pay good money to see a desperate mother give her surly son a handjob, but one by one they’d begun looking elsewhere for cheap thrills. There were about fifteen guys left, and they weren’t going to stick around for much longer.
The sound of Jesse’s truck pulling into the driveway gave me an inkling of hope that we might be able to salvage the night and pull in at least a few bucks. I tried to calm myself as I heard his heavy work boots clomping loudly across the kitchen floor. He went right past my open bedroom door without so much as a word.
“Hey!” I yelled, hitting the mute button for my headset. “Get back here!”
“Wha tha fuck d’ya wan’ now, bitch?” Jesse stumbled back to my doorway and stood there unsteadily.
“I’m not drunk, yer drunk!” He laughed at his own idea of a joke.
“I wish. We’ve got a show scheduled for right now!”
“Oh, shiiit, I f’rgot all ’bout it.” He took a couple loose steps into my room. “Mommy wants ta jack off my big hog again, eh?” Jesse grabbed his crotch.
“What I want is to make enough money to live in this shithole for one more lousy month.”
“Don’ be mad, Mommy. I’ll help ya make yer hooker slut money.” He fumbled with his belt buckle and dropped his pants.
I was even more pissed now that he was home, but I was going to at least try to make something out of it. I took a deep breath, put my headset back on, and started up the group show room. I only got eight people to join, plus BeaverMan415. At least it was something.
“C’mon, Mommy, lemme see them big saggy tits ya got there.” Jesse pulled the strap off my shoulder and one of my boobs fell out. He grabbed it, handling it roughly in his calloused hand. He’d never touched me like that before. “Mommy’s got some nice ol’ titties, don’t she?”
It looked like the show was starting. I had no choice but to play along and try to make the best of it.
“Yeah, baby boy, you like Mommy’s titties, don’t you? Bet you’d like to for me to let you suck them.”
“Hell, no! What kinda sick fuck d’ya think I am? I ain’t suckin’ on them dried up ol’ things.” He struggled to push his boxers down.
I helped him, freeing his half-hard dick. I grabbed it, hoping he wasn’t too wasted to get it up. I began stroking him and he let out a drunken giggle. The good news was that I could feel him getting hard in my hand. The bad news was that I also heard a couple customers leaving while I worked my son’s hard-on up to full steam.
‘We’ve seen this all before.’ BeaverMan’s message appeared in the text window. ‘How about something new?‘
“Like what?” I asked into my microphone, as I continued to rub Jesse.
‘50 token if you suck him off.‘
I hated myself for hoping he would suggest exactly that.
“Cody,” I saw that his eyes were closed as he stood swaying next to me. “Cody! Someone offered fifty for me to give you a blowjob.”
“Then what’r’ya waitin’ fer, bitch? Suck it!” He pushed his dick rudely toward my face.
I guess he was too drunk to bother negotiating for his dignity like he usually did. Or, maybe he wanted it as much as I did. I tried not to think about it too much and leaned over to take the head of his cock between my lips. A strange sensation washed over me as I crossed yet one more line I never imagined I would. I actually had my son’s penis in my mouth. What the hell was wrong with me? I leaned in further, taking in as much of his cock as I could manage. Mmm, nothing felt wrong about that. Nothing at all.
I’d sucked plenty of dicks in my life, but this was different. It wasn’t just because Jesse was my son, though that was a major part of it, but more that I really wanted it. I never minded giving blowjobs, but there were only a few men in my life that I got a thrill out of sucking. It turns out that my boy was one of them.
Jesse may have been too drunk to appreciate what was happening, but it didn’t really matter as far as I was concerned. I took him deep into my mouth and worked his cock the best I knew how. I used my tongue, my lips, and just a hint of my teeth to give him the kind of pleasure most men only pray for. God, it felt good.
“Oh, yeah,” he drawled, putting his hand on top of my head. “Mommy knows how ta suck a cock a doodle do, don’ she?” He got even harder in my mouth. “I bet my mommy sucked alotta dicks ta get this good at it.”
I nodded just to humor him and took him deeper. I relaxed and felt the spongy knob of his cockhead slip into my throat. It had been a while since I’d attempted that and gagged after a few seconds. I caught my breath and took him all the way down until my nose pressed into his curly mess of pubic hair.
“Shiiiit, that’s some serious cock swallowin’, Mom. Yer jest a straight up cocksuckin’ whore, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that’s what I am,” I gasped as I came up for air. “I’m your whore, baby boy. I’m your cocksucking whore of a mother. And all I want is your big dick.” It may have sounded like I was playing it up for tips, but I meant every word of it. As appalled as I was with myself, I was right back on my son’s cock in the next heartbeat and loving every inch of him.
Jesse didn’t say anything more after that. All he did was clumsily stroke my hair and watch me pump his stiff cock with my mouth. I took a moment to lick and suck his balls, which got an unscripted moan out of him. I’d done it more for me than him, but I was happy that he enjoyed it anyway.
“Who wants to see my son cum in his mother’s mouth?” There was a chorus of enthusiastic encouragement from the relatively small audience that was still on hand for this incestuous transgression of nature. I was so into sucking Jesse’s cock that I wasn’t even thinking about the money at that point.
I played with his loose-hanging balls as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. Each time his cockhead hit the back of my throat my pussy clenched in response. I wanted his cum, but I didn’t want it too soon. My lips skimmed along the length of my son’s erection, feeling every subtle contour with each quickening pass. I knew none of his inexperienced girlfriends had ever been able to treat his cock with the kind of loving devotion that no one but me could offer him. I was confident that not only was this the best blowjob my boy had ever had, but it was likely to be the best he ever would have. It was a shame that he probably wouldn’t remember it the next day.
He had become quiet as I worked him using my well-practiced oral skills. I risked an upward glance and saw him looking down at me as I bobbed steadily on his cock. Our eyes met. His were on the glassy side, but there was a longing need there that I dearly wanted to fulfill. I’d forgotten that the camera was watching us until I heard the computer jingle with the sound of an incoming contribution to my cause. I didn’t bother thinking about the virtual collection of masturbating onlookers and instead stayed entirely focused on my boy’s hard penis and soft balls.
Jesse made a humming sound that told me he was getting close. I doubled my efforts and sucked even harder. He put his hands on either side of my head and began fucking my mouth. It was almost delicate at first, but it quickly built to a more aggressive pace, each thrust sending his cockhead farther than the one before. It was a good thing I was versed in the art of deep-throating or he would have easily choked me out with his insistent cock.
He grabbed my head tight, curling his fingers into my hair, and gave one last heaving shove. My nose banged against his abdomen and my chin hit his swinging balls. The first two spurts shot straight down my throat. I was able to pull back just enough to catch the rest of his explosive orgasm in my mouth.
“Ahhh, yes!” he yelled out in triumph of his accomplishment. His cock continued to flex and spill more hot semen onto my tongue. My son’s sharp tang flooded my senses and I was once again transported by the impossible reality that I was tasting my boy’s cum.
I eased his hard-on out from between my lips and looked up at him. I opened my mouth and showed him the thick mass of pearly goo on my tongue. His grin faded into confusion. I remembered our audience, and turned to the camera and showed off my mouthful of spunk for them to appreciate. The sound of coins dropping told me my efforts were at least worth something.
“Why ya gotta do that?” Jesse grumbled. He stumbled a couple steps back from me. “Ev’rybody a’ready knows whatta dirty slut y’are, so why ya gotta prove it all a time like that?”
I swished his seed around in my mouth, then swallowed it down in two gulps. I opened up to show him and the others that I’d taken it all.
“I am a dirty slut, Cody. Your mommy is a dirty slut for her son’s cum. You love it when mommy eats your creamy cum load, don’t you?”
His confusion took on a darker shade. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck me or slap me.
“Cody…? This’s fucked up,” he mumbled and pointed at me. “You are fucked up.”
I didn’t think he’d said it loud enough to be heard, but I hit mute on my mic just in case. He turned and headed for the door, almost tripping as he tried to kick his pants off from around his ankles. The sexual high I had felt a few moments earlier was replaced by the low-down truth of what I was doing. Jesse and I hadn’t been exactly close over the past few years, but there was a better than good chance that this would ultimately drive us further apart. Maybe in ways that could never be fixed.
The cha-ching noise pulled me out of my head and I got off my knees and back up into my chair. BeaverMan had sent over one hundred tokens instead of the fifty he’d offered. Did he enjoy the blowjob that much, or did he just feel bad for me? Either way I wasn’t going to turn it down. I said my farewells, checked my balance, and shut down for the night. The show raked in just over two-hundred all together. After the site took its cut, and I gave Jesse his share, I made a little less than I could have earned for a shift at a McDonald’s register or straightening up clothes at Walmart – of course, that’s assuming I hadn’t been fired from both those jobs in the past year. I needed a drink.
I got dressed. If I hurried I could probably get some drunk old man to buy me a couple shots with the hope of getting into my pants. I pulled on my denim skirt and didn’t bother with panties. I was so wet that I’d just soak through them before I was halfway to the bar anyway. I didn’t want to admit to myself how horny sucking my son’s cock had gotten me. With any luck a few tequilas would erase some of the guilt…at least for a little while.
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I woke up curled on my bedroom floor, a pile of dirty laundry for a pillow. I had no recollection of how I got there. I was naked from the waist down, and my head ached like it was being squeezed between two boulders. From the way my mouth felt like the inside of a lint trap, I had to assume I’d accomplished my mission of getting someone to buy me drinks the night before. I rubbed my eyes until they were slightly less blurry. This was a mistake. It allowed me to see something stuck to my leg.
I peeled off the used condom from the inside of my upper thigh and tossed it aside. I should have been more disgusted, but I was in too much pain for any real emotion one way or the other. The condom brought back the memory of two biker guys. The smell of weed and leather was a potent aphrodisiac to a certain type of woman at last call.
Memories surfaced of being bent over the hood of a car (probably my own) in the parking lot of the bar while the bikers took turns. I could hear echoes of my crazy laugh and my challenges to them to fuck me harder. I winced as I shifted and became aware of one particularly sore area. It would seem that one, or both, of them made use of my back door. I wasn’t above using a dildo up my ass every now and again when I was feeling in the mood, but Jesse’s daddy was the only man I’d ever let fuck me in the butt. Ah, well, I guess I got what I was asking for.
I shuffled to Jesse’s room and checked in on him. He was face down on his bed. He’d managed to get his shirt off, but his boots were still on and his pants were bunched up tight around his ankles. I just stood there staring at the smooth swells of his naked rear end. Even when fully relaxed, the strong lines of his muscled back stood out as alluringly as ever. I wanted to cuddle up beside him and go back to sleep, but I was too filthy for that. As I worked my way toward the shower I tried not to acknowledge the real reason I didn’t do it was that I knew I was in no condition to handle the rejection of being thrown out of my son’s bed.
Even after a shower I still felt less than human. I booted up my computer, but it crashed on the first try. When it locked up on the second attempt I decided it was trying to tell me something. I grabbed a tissue, wiped up the cum that had leaked out of me (guess they had just the one condom between them), and got dressed in the most serious outfit I had. I’d bought it for court the year before, but it would do. I grabbed my purse and headed out to find a real job.
After four hours, three applications, and no apparent interest in hiring me for anything, I headed home before I ran out of gas and ended up stranded. I was tempted by the Thunderbird Lounge on the way home, but knew none of the bar dregs would waste any of their government check buying this old broad a drink in the light of day. Jesse’s truck was gone when I got home.
Back in my bedroom I stripped down to nothing. I looked through my tired collection of cheap lingerie and slipped my bathrobe on instead. I didn’t bother tying it. I sat down and got the computer in gear on the second attempt. I logged in to the cam site hoping to hustle up at least fifty buck or so. After an hour I hadn’t even broken the fifteen dollar mark. Might have been because I wasn’t feeling the least bit sexy, much less horny. The guys might be a mob of basement trolls, but they can sense when you’re not into it at all. I tossed the headset aside and logged off.
I found myself in Jesse’s room. The smell of dirty laundry and cigarette smoke hung in the air along with his unique aroma. A mother always knows her son’s smell. I poked around until I found a half-smoked joint. I sat down on his bed, picked up one of the cheap plastic lighters from his window sill and took a few hits. He’d probably give me shit for smoking his weed, but he was going to give me shit for something no matter what, so why not this?
I lay down on his dirty sheets and wondered when he’d changed them last. I didn’t really care. I liked being in his dirty bed. I smiled when the image of his naked butt came to mind. My body relaxed as the weed began to work its magic. More thoughts of recent guilty pleasures teased me. Was it only yesterday that I had been on my knees sucking my boy’s cock? I hadn’t felt anything that good in a long while. Even when he was choking me with that beast of a dick, it still felt good to me.
My robe was open. My fingers confirmed that I was already wet. I spread my legs and slipped a finger inside. I needed to get fucked. Not like in the parking lot last night, or with one of my many toys, but fucked by a lover. Fucked by someone I cared about, who wanted to make me feel good and who I wanted to please right back. I tasted my fingers. The flavor of my pussy was strong, but there was an underlying hint of a stranger’s semen. I should have been repulsed by that, but it only turned me on more.
I worked my pussy and tits with increasing intensity after that. I writhed on Jesse’s bed, imagining he was there watching me. I finger fucked my hole, rubbed my clit, and pulled my nipples to the point of pain. With no one home I was free to make as much noise as I wanted. It started with moans and turned into cries of pleasure.
“Fuck me!” I said aloud to my son’s empty room. “Tell me you want to fuck this pussy! Say you want it! You want Mommy’s pussy? You want to fuck Mommy’s pussy, don’t you? Fuck me! Fuck me, Jesse! Fuck your mother’s pussy, Jesse! I know you want it! Shove that big cock in Mommy’s cunt, baby! Fuck me! Jesse! Oh…fuuuuuuck…!”
The words seemed to take what would have been a normal orgasm and tripled it. I kicked and twisted and brutally milked my cunt for every last sensation I could force out of it. When I finally went lax the silence was almost surprising. No squeaking bed, no sloppy slapping noises, no desperate screams. Just my rasping breath and my thumping heart. Oh, God. What had I unleashed?
On some level the thought had been lurking underneath it all, but I’d never allowed myself to face the possibility that I actually wanted to fuck my own son. Not only had I finally admitted it, but I screamed it at the top of my lungs. It was a stupid thing to do. What if Jesse had come home during that insane performance and heard me? Maybe that’s what I wanted. Shit. This was only supposed to be a way to make money. It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. Between the pot and my orgasm, my mind was too fuzzy to properly make sense of what I was feeling or doing.
The memory of how Jesse’s cum tasted in my mouth intruded on my scattered thoughts. I knew I would taste him again soon, and that alone gave me a nice tingle around my clit that spread up inside of me. I knew I had to do something to fix things before Jesse ended up hating me to the point where he never wanted to have anything to do with me again. He knew I was exploiting him. I was the one person he should be able to depend on not to do that. But at the same time, he wanted it. He didn’t like that he wanted it, and he took that out on me by treating me like crap, but it wasn’t his fault. And his balls felt so soft and silky against my tongue. I imagined him squatting down over my face and lowering those beautiful balls down into my mouth. I didn’t remember anything after that.
When I opened my eyes it was dark. There were no lights on anywhere in the house. No sound. I sat up and felt something strange. I found the switch on the desk light clamped to Jesse’s headboard. I looked down at myself and immediately realized what that funny feeling was from. I was covered in dried cum.
There was a big patch on my left tit, and almost as much again trailing across my belly. My pussy hair glistened. I ran my fingers through it and found that my bush was crusty with hardened jizz. It appeared that Jesse had come and gone, so to speak, while I was asleep. Based on the evidence, it looked like he must have kneeled between my legs, jerked off while looking at my naked pussy, then sprayed his load all over me.
There was no point in being mad at him. Yes, it was a violation of sorts, but one that I’d all but invited. Hell, I was practically naked in his bed. I couldn’t blame him, but I was still a little upset. My fingers went from my sticky pubes down to my wet lips. I was upset that I had missed it. My hips responded to what my fingers were doing. What might have happened if I had woken up while my son was jerking off over me? My stiff clit felt good under my circling fingertip. Maybe he did fuck me while I was out. It would have been possible. My cunt was right there for the taking. Maybe he only pulled out at the last second and blasted his cum all over my tits and tummy. No. I wouldn’t have slept through that. I would have known if my boy’s cock was inside me. I could smell the sweet odor of his dried semen. My spasm almost forced me into the fetal position as I made myself cum quicker than I wanted. Another orgasm followed immediately on the heels of the first, so at least there was that consolation.
I eventually pulled myself off of Jesse’s bed, arranged the blanket and pillows, then went to the kitchen to heat up a can of soup. I didn’t bother closing my robe or cleaning away any of Jesse’s crusted cum from my body.
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After three hours in front of the cam I was feeling worn out. My hip was getting sore from holding my legs open so much, and my pussy was swollen from overuse. The only upside was that I’d managed to make myself cum twice, and the proceeds for the afternoon reflected my customers’ appreciation for seeing something real. Or it could have been that each time I’d cum I was talking about how I wanted my son “Cody” to fuck me. Either way, I was up eighty bucks.
I took a break, had a nice long piss, then went and poured myself a store-brand diet cola. I looked through the cabinets and all my usual hiding places for something to spike my soda with, but came up empty. I texted Jesse: ‘Show @ 9 tonite.’ I didn’t get any response.
I’d heard him stagger in late last night after I’d gone to bed. He bugged out this morning while I was in the shower. He was avoiding me. I had no idea if he just couldn’t stand to look at me, or if he was ashamed of what he did to me while I was asleep. Maybe a little of both.
By a quarter of nine there was a decent crowd gathered in my preview room. I chit-chatted with some of the feistier fellows, telling them about me and my son, and the things we were going to do to each other in the show. I had on my frilly bra that had holes for my nipples to poke through and the matching crotchless panties – the same outfit I wore the first time I gave Jesse a handjob for the camera. I could feel how wet I was with anticipation without even having to touch myself.
It was a big relief when I heard Jesse pull up. I listened to his heavy footsteps as he came toward my bedroom. They sounded steady. He stopped in my doorway and I turned, trying to look as enticing as I could in my cheesy outfit. Jesse looked at me, trying to gauge my mood.
“Guess we’re doin’ this?”
“Gotta pay them bills somehow,” I answered apologetically.
He looked me over, his eyes lingering in all the places a man’s gaze should. He nodded and went to his room. I let everyone know the show was about to start and got things ready. Jesse came back after a few minutes in a clean pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. The bulge of his package looked big. I could wait to make it bigger.
The two of us worked the crowd until we hit the 300 token threshold, then started the show. We began with some teasing, but that only lasted a couple minutes. I soon had my son’s cock in my hand, and I was able to get him hard in a matter of a few strokes. He was reading what the guys were saying and sometimes answering their questions. It was the first time he seemed to be almost willingly participating. I was surprised when he grabbed one of my tits when a viewer requested it. He did it again a minute later without being prompted, running his thumb gently over my hard nipple. It felt really good, but it would have felt better if it was his tongue instead.
Jesse stood next to me and I tugged his cock casually, playing to the camera. I tickled his balls and touched myself. No one was leaving the room early tonight. Without anyone offering a bonus, I leaned over and kissed the head of his dick, then ran my tongue around it a few times. Jesse didn’t protest or pull away. I took this as permission to go further.
I eagerly took my son’s cock into my mouth and began sucking.
“Okay, so I guess we’re doing this now,” he muttered half to himself.
From the way he said that it made me think he didn’t remember that we’d already done this once before. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t made a stronger impression (even though he was drunk out of his mind), but at the same time I was excited that I was able to give him another first time. I decided to risk a little dialogue.
“You like that? You like the way Mommy sucks your big cock?”
He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. I could see he was torn between hating my tawdry efforts to pander to the crowd, and the genuine pleasure he was receiving from me.
“Yeah, Mom, you’re a real cocksucker. Now shut up and swallow my dick.”
I did as I was told, taking him all the way down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he breathed in awed appreciation. This was all new to him, so he had no idea I was such an accomplished deep-throat artiste. I was sure none of his white-trash floozies could give him that. “Do that again and the show will be over pretty damn quick,” he warned.
I released his long, hard shaft and gave his balls some oral love. I licked and nibbled the delicate flesh of his hairless scrotum. I tongued one of his balls, then took it carefully into my mouth, sucking and tugging on it lightly. I made sure my head was turned so the paying pervs could see everything I was doing.
“Mommy loves her boy’s beautiful balls,” I said, meaning every word of it. “How does that feel, Cody?”
He made a sour face at hearing me using his “stage” name, but it quickly faded as I ran my tongue under his balls and gave his taint a few tantalizing swipes.
“It feels pretty awesome, Mom.” It didn’t sound like he was making up anything for the sake of the camera either. “I want to cum in your mouth…and all over your face. Suck my cock, Mom.”
The last was said with honest desire, not the harsh contempt I was used to hearing from him. I took his cock back into my mouth and went to work using my best technique. It was less than a minute before I heard his first involuntary moan. Seconds later his cockhead swelled against my tongue and began spewing warm semen against the back of my throat. I wanted to take it all in my mouth, but I forced myself to pull back and let him defile my face with his last few spurts. I’d always found the facial to be degrading and something that had to be done for the sole enjoyment of your man, but I had no qualms about taking Jesse’s load on my face. If felt like more of a privilege than an insult. I milked out one last drop and licked it from the tip of his darkly reddened tip.
I leaned into the camera, letting the voyeurs see the mess he’d made on my nose, cheeks and lips. I then opened my mouth and did the show-swallow-show routine. When I was done, Jesse held out the towel for me to clean off with. I just shook my head, preferring to stay messy a bit longer…for the sake of the camera, of course.
“You got Mommy all horny,” I said with an exaggerated pout. “You want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?”
“Yeah,” he responded thickly.
I leaned back in my chair and opened my legs. “You like seeing Mommy masturbate her horny pussy, don’t you, son?” I parted slit of the frilly panties, exposing myself to him and the viewers.
He nodded, seemingly unable to speak. I began toying with my clit and caressing my pussy lips. Jesse stared intently. I spread my lips apart, leaving nothing hidden. At that he took hold of his cock, still wet with my saliva, and began pulling at it. “Show it to me,” he whispered barely loud enough for me to hear. “Show me your pussy, Mom.”
I did just that.
The adoring look on his face made me feel good all over. I know what I was doing was wrong in every way imaginable, but these fleeting moments of connection with him were worth violating all the rules of propriety. There was a love there that was otherwise denied to me. No matter what hateful things he said to me for whatever reason compelled him, I would always know that buried underneath the venom was the primal love that every son has for his mother. If sucking his cock and spreading my cunt was my only way to tap into that feeling then so be it.
We watched each other masturbate for a while, neither of us ruining the moment with words. We were both going easy on ourselves. This wasn’t a race to orgasm, but rather a prolonging of a rare pleasure few mothers and sons ever share. Jesse reached over and lightly pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. He gave it a little tug with a slight twist. I pulled the frilly bra down, letting my tits sag naturally. My son cupped one of my breasts, massaging it with a steady hand. He was doing it purely for his own pleasure, but I was getting just as much, if not more, out of it as he was.
I reached over and hit mute. “Jesse, I was thinking that we could make a lot more money if…”
“If maybe you licked me…you know, down there?”
He glanced down at my pussy and the dark clouds were back in his expression.
“Did someone make an offer?” He looked at the message window to see for himself.
“No, but I seriously think we could double our profits if we kicked it up a notch.” I could tell he wasn’t buying it.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“The more money we bring in, the more you put in your pocket.” I desperately wanted to convince him any way I could. “You know your insurance is coming due on the truck next month. You’re going to need at least three-hundred bucks if you want to keep your baby on the road.” That seemed to stir him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he swore. Jesse stood there holding his cock, working through it all. I knew he was trying to convince himself there had to be another way, but in the end he gave in to the easy money right in front of him like I knew he would. “Okay, fuck it, whatever.”
“I’m going to play it up, so just go along with it and don’t get your panties in a twist.” I un-muted as he shot daggers at me with his eyes. He could be upset at me all he wanted, as long as I got what I needed. “Looks to me like my boy wants to know what Mommy tastes like.”
I slid two fingers inside myself and drew them out. I let the camera see that they were loaded with a thick coating of my sex honey. I reached up and touched them against Jesse’s lips. I was hoping he’d open up and suck my fingers, but I had to settle for smearing my juices over his closed lips.
Turning to the camera, I said, “Any of you want to see my son lick his mommy’s pussy for the first time?” There was a chorus of eager affirmations in the text window. “Okay, then, put your money where his mouth is,” I quipped nonsensically. It did the trick. The tokens poured in.
I leaned back in my chair and patted my pussy while looking up at my son. “Why don’t you come down here and give your mama a juicy kiss?”
Jesse braced, probably reminding himself that he was doing this for his precious pick-up truck, and knelt down between my wide spread feet. I teased my clit and lips enticingly as he contemplated my pussy.
“You know you want it, son,” I cajoled him softly. I pulled the hood back away from my hard clit. “Put your mouth right here and give Mommy a nice little suck.”
He leaned in, then hesitated.
“Or would you rather taste this?” I spread my vagina open. “You want to slip your tongue in there? Right into the place you came out of?”
He backed off suddenly. I’d said the wrong thing. His face was a storm of conflicting emotions.
“Fuck this shit,” he spat out angrily as he stood. “I ain’t putting my mouth on that skanky gash of yours. Who knows where that fucking thing has been!” He snatched his boxers up off the floor as I lunged for the mute button. “Probably been a hundred dripping dicks in that prick hole of yours, and who knows what else.” He swept out of my bedroom, his hard cock bouncing wildly in front of him as he went.
That certainly went south quickly. I couldn’t be too angry with him since what he’d said was more or less true. I should have waited until he had a few drinks in him before trying that stunt. I took a deep breath and turned to face the anonymous angry mob. Most demanded their tokens back, which I regretfully did, but a few were willing to accept an alternate show involving a lot of ass-to-mouth dildo action. I managed to make it through, but my heart just wasn’t in it.
Beaverman415 was the last one to leave. He’d been silent the entire night, and exited the room without a word.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Even though the last show had taken and ugly turn, we still made enough to put us only two months behind on the mortgage. That was something at least. I juggled my tits for the three lurkers in my preview room, pulling one of my floppy jugs up and licking a nipple as seductively as I could manage after more than an hour of trying unsuccessfully to lure someone into a private show.
I slumped back in the chair dejected. I certainly wouldn’t pay good money to see my sorry ass go through the motions, why would they? An electronic door slammed to confirm my thought.
Jesse hadn’t come home last night after he’d freaked out and left in a huff. His mouth had been so close to my pussy I could almost feel it. I tried not to think about the sensation of his warm breath down there. Just when it seemed like he was okay with what we’ve been doing, he came to his senses and realized how disgusting it really was. How disgusting I really was.
I suppose that should be the normal response when a son is confronted by the idea of sex with his own mother. I knew perfectly well it shouldn’t feel as natural to me as it does. I should be just as repelled by the thought of performing oral sex on my own son, and letting him cum in my mouth. I should be horrified by the notion of letting him eat my pussy. And I should be locked up for imagining the things that I do late at night when I’m all alone in bed. I definitely had to put a stop to this somehow.
Jesse’s bedroom door was locked. That hurt. I tugged on the padlock that hung from the hasp he’d crudely screwed into the door jamb when he was fifteen and didn’t want me snooping in his room. It was probably around the time he started smoking weed. He had no idea then that I’d be more likely to steal it for myself than lecture him about saying no to drugs like any decent mother would. I was going to lose him for sure. If I did, I would hit bottom fast and I would hit it hard. Maybe so hard I wouldn’t be able to get back up this time.
I had to find another way. I’d rather risk losing this run-down old house than losing my only son. He was all the family I had left and I was pushing him away. I was no better than my own daddy had been with me, only I was worse. Not only was I using my son for my own sick pleasure, but I was making money off of it. Jesse had every right to hate me.
He didn’t come home again that night. I was getting worried. He wasn’t answering my calls or texts. I started getting scared he did something stupid, or got himself into trouble. I fought the temptation to go down to the Thunderbird and troll for drinks. I wanted to be home if Jesse came home or called.
I tried to find ways to make the time pass, but I could feel every minute grinding by. I wrote out ten-dollar checks to the electric, gas, and cable companies. I figured if I at least paid something they might not shut me off. I did some laundry. I cleaned up around the house, though it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. I spread my pussy a few times in front of the camera, but that only made me feel lower, especially when I couldn’t pull in more than a couple tokens for my pathetic efforts.
When I heard tires on the gravel driveway, I just about passed out. I prayed it wasn’t a cop car coming to inform the next of kin. The familiar sound of Jesse’s boots across the kitchen floor saved my life. I was in my bedroom in nothing but my shelf bra. I quietly got up and closed my door. I didn’t want him to see me naked and possibly set him off all over again. I listened as he passed by, undid the padlock and closed his bedroom door behind him. I didn’t move, keeping my ear pressed to my door.
After a shower and some more rummaging around in his room, he left. He knew I was in my room, but he never said a word. I would have felt better if he had at least called me a filthy slut on his way out. The faint scent of cologne tickled my nose. I listened until the sound of his truck became indistinguishable from the sounds of the night crickets, then sat back down in front of the webcam and became instantly annoyed with myself. Just knowing Jesse was in the house had gotten my pussy as wet as a horny virgin on her wedding night.
I grabbed my double-dong, filled my cunt with one end, then curled it down and plugged the smaller end into my lubed up asshole. I grabbed the curve of the flexible rubber toy and hate fucked both my holes simultaneously to a punishing orgasm that was better than I deserved. I was left feeling like a piece of garbage, but I managed to earn twenty bucks for my troubles.
I flipped off the computer without even bothering to log out of the site and headed for the shower.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Three hours later I was sitting on the sofa with my feet tucked up underneath me watching TV. I was surprised when Jesse showed up. I didn’t think he’d be home before midnight, if at all. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed after my shower so I was in nothing but my robe. I pulled it closed and cinched it tight.
Jesse was in the kitchen, but I didn’t hear him moving around. Was he just standing there? After a minute he came into the living room and stopped. There was that cologne again.
“You look sharp,” I said hoping to start us off on a good note. “Big date tonight?”
He scoffed. “That’s what I thought.” He held up a twelve-pack of Natty Ice. “I owed you.”
I smiled and tried not to get all gushy over this, but the fact that he was thinking of me was almost enough to make me cry.
“A whole twelve-pack? And a fancy date? Since when did you become the big spender?” I teased gently.
“Hit a scratch ticket for two hundred yesterday.” He crossed the room and took a seat in our ratty lounge chair. He tossed me a beer and took one for himself.
“Thanks, honey.” We both popped them open and took a drink. The sparkly coldness felt oh so good going down. “You’re home awfully early. How did your date go?”
“It didn’t.” He took another long swig. “Jimmy had these two chicks lined up and he got tickets to that concert over at the stadium. I got the one named Shawna.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Yeah, she was hotter than I thought she would be, knowing Jimmy’s track record.” He swallowed the rest of his beer and opened another. “Great fuckin’ rack.”
I didn’t like how much I enjoyed that he was willing to talk like that with me. “So what happened?”
“She was all over me on the ride there. We were making out. She had her hand down my pants and I was feeling her up every which way. There was no way I wasn’t getting laid for sure after the show.” He glanced over at me and probably noticed my nipples poking up under the thin material of my robe. “Anyway, we’re all having a great time, then halfway into it these two skanks go off with some guy who says he can get them backstage. That was the last we saw of them.”
“Dumb bitches,” I sympathized, knowing full well that I had pulled that trick a time or two myself when I was a hot young thing. “Their loss.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled and guzzled down the rest of his second beer.
“Toss me another,” I said as he went for his third. I was no lightweight, but with nothing in my stomach I was already feeling the start of a buzz.
We drank and watched TV for a few quiet minutes. I had no idea what I was looking at, just feeling Jesse’s presence with me was all that was on my mind.
“So…I don’t know,” he spoke up after a time, clearing his throat. “Did we have a show scheduled for tonight or anything?”
“No. Nothing.” I wasn’t sure if this was the right time to tell him I’d decided that we weren’t going to do any more shows together.
“We could do one…if you want.” He was doing his best to seem nonchalant about it. “Make a few bucks…”
“Naw. I’ve been sitting in front of that damn camera for half the day.”
“Fine, whatever. You’re the one always squawkin’ about how we need the money,” he said defensively. “Guess we don’t need it that fucking bad after all.”
“It’s not that, Jesse, it’s just…” My voice trailed off when I realized what was going on. “Your little cockteaser left you with a serious set of blue balls, didn’t she?”
Jesse just glowered at me from his chair.
“We don’t have to bother with a show, honey.” I didn’t want to say what I knew I was about to say, but I couldn’t stop myself. “I can just give you a blowjob right here, if that’s what you want.”
My heart hung suspended in midair for a second. His reaction was just as I’d feared it might be. He slammed his beer down on the coffee table, causing it to foam up and overflow all over the place.
“God dammit!” He was up out of the chair and heading for his room. “Why do you have to be so fucked up like that?” Jesse punched the wall as he went, leaving a deep dent.
He stopped and stood in the threshold between the living room and kitchen. I held my breath, not knowing what he might do next. I was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. After a moment the tension drained out of him. He turned and came toward me. I half expected him to hit me. I had it coming.
Instead, he just stood next to where I was sitting – his head bowed; his eyes closed. I followed my only instinct and wrapped my arms around his legs from where I sat and hugged him to me, my cheek pressed against his flat belly. I held him tight. He stood there and let me hold him. Soon, I felt something against my shoulder. I knew what it was, but I moved my hand there to make sure. My fingers traced the contours of my son’s erection bulging in his tight jeans.
I lowered his zipper. He made no protest. I tried to get his penis out, but there was too much in the way.
“Take your pants down, Jesse.” I looked up at him. “Let me suck your cock for you.”
After an agonizing pause, he undid his belt and lowered his pants. I freed his hard-on and took him into my mouth. I was instantly overcome with a sense of complete satisfaction. Suddenly all was right with the world, and I didn’t have a single problem worth worrying about. My lips were fastened tight around my son’s penis as I felt him push deeper. This wasn’t like the vulgar cocksucking I had performed for the camera, but rather a loving indulgence for our mutual pleasure. My hands found their way to Jesse’s firm ass and I pulled him into me.
He stroked my hair as I sucked him. It was gentle, absent any resentment or rough disrespect. Jesse reached down and cupped one of my breasts over my robe. He massaged it tenderly, then found my stiffened nipple and pinched it lightly through the thin fabric. Somehow this felt more intimate that when he fondled my bare breast the day before. I sucked him harder to show him how much I appreciated his affectionate attentions.
The TV was still going in the background, but all I could hear was the increasing heaviness of his breathing and the slurping sound of my cocksucking. I felt some drool running down my chin, and even that turned me on.
“I liked how you licked my balls last time,” Jesse said quietly. There was a nervous tremor in his voice that was unlike him.
I responded to his desire without hesitation, licking and sucking his balls with willing thoroughness. When I swabbed my tongue over the base of his scrotum he responded with a moaning sigh. I ventured further and dabbed my tongue across the space beyond. He shifted slightly in an effort to give me more access to that area, and I stretched my tongue as far as I could manage, knowing that I was only a fraction of an inch from his asshole. I’d never licked a man back there before, but I instinctively knew that if Jesse wanted it I would happily do it for him.
“That feels good, Mom.” He let me tongue him down there a little longer, then pressed his cockhead against my lips. “You want me to cum in your mouth?”
I nodded as I took him all the way into my throat.
“You like eating cum, don’t you?”
I pulled back and sucked in enough air to answer him. “I like eating your cum.”
“Fuck, that’s nasty,” he said. I glanced up at him and was gratified to see he was saying it with a smile rather than an angry scowl. I returned the smile before filling my mouth with his cock once again.
We fell into a steady rhythm and were soon rounding the home stretch. Jesse rocked slightly in harmony with my bobbing head. He made encouraging sounds while my staccato moan was muffled by his thick cock pumping in and out of my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Mom!” he exclaimed in a strangled cry. “Suck it…don’t stop…suck me!”
He backed his cock off and spewed his warm semen into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow it…don’t…” He couldn’t finish as his body shuddered with the power of his orgasm and more of his seed spilled onto my tongue.
He grunted and shook a few more times, his cock pulsing with each spasm, and then he was quiet for a few moments. He pulled his penis from between my lips, and I waited not knowing what was next. He looked down at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“Let me see,” he said simply.
He’d seemed so put off by this when I did it before in front of the camera, but I did as he asked. I opened my mouth and displayed his load covering my tongue and pooling at the back of my throat. His thumb traced over my lips as he gazed down at me.
“That’s gotta be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My own mother with a mouthful of my cum.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You like how it tastes?”
“You want to eat it?”
I nodded again.
“Go ahead, Mom, let me see you swallow it.”
I was in no rush. I took it down a little at a time, savoring each swallow and taking great delight in the lustful look on my son’s face. I opened up and showed him that I’d finished it all.
“God, you are the nastiest bitch I ever seen.” It was said as a compliment rather than an insult.
For a moment I thought he was going to lean down and kiss me. My heart leapt at the possibility, but instead he took a step back. He was probably coming to his senses now that he’d busted his nut. I expected him to tell me what a filthy slut I was and leave me there feeling like the piece of shit that I truly was. I certainly wasn’t expecting what actually came next.
“Open up your robe,” he said in an even tone that showed how confident he was that I wouldn’t argue. I paused, not convinced I’d heard him right. “Go ahead.”
I pulled the sash, untying the tight knot that held my robe closed. One half of it fell away, revealing my nakedness underneath. I slowly pulled back the other side, exposing myself completely. Jesse’s eyes roamed over my sagging tits, the middle-aged roundness of my belly, and settled on my thick tuft of curly hair.
“Spread your legs.”
I knew I would do what he wanted, but he must have noticed my questioning look.
“I want to see your pussy, Mom,” he offered as an explanation. “Show it to me.”
I had no reason to deny him. He’d seen it before. I was actually eager to show it to him again, if that’s what he wanted. I opened my legs, knowing he’d be able to see my wetness leaking freely. I knew he enjoyed watching me masturbate, so I assumed that this was where we were headed. My clit ached to be touched, but I waited for him to ask for it.
He stared at me down there for a long while. I was dying to know what was going through his head.
“Spread it open,” he whispered. He looked up, meeting my eye. “Like when we’re doing a show.”
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I half suspected I might cum for the first time in my life without having to touch myself. I leaned back on the sofa and with unaccountably nervous fingers peeled my outer lips apart, opening myself up to my son. My clit jutted out, and my lips were thick with engorged excitement. I oozing trickle of pussy juice sluiced out of my spread hole and ran down the crease of my ass to stain my robe.
“You have a great looking pussy, Mom,” he said with a sincerity that made my cheeks flush warmly. “I never thought a woman your age could have a cooch that look that good, but damn.”
I bit my tongue for a moment, thinking through what I was going to say to make sure it wasn’t something that would upset him. “Thanks, honey. I’m glad you like it.” I got an added thrill when he crouched down to get a better look. “Want me to masturbate for you?”
He considered my proposal, and shook his head. “Naw. I think I want something else.”
Jesse went forward onto his knees and the next thing I knew his face was between my legs. I squealed with surprised delight as he kissed the center of my pussy. Maybe it was the beer, but I felt dizzy seconds later when his tongue snaked up between my labia lips and found my clit. I was transported to a new level of unreality. My son was eating my pussy.
I’d spent most of the last few night fantasizing about this as I fingered myself alone in bed, but for it to actually be happening was almost too much to take in all at once. I held his head, afraid he might change his mind and pull away. I was beyond happy when he hooked his arms under my legs and gripped my thighs with his rough hands, pulling me tighter against his mouth. He was into it and not even thinking about stopping before he’d gotten everything he wanted.
“Oh, Jesse, that’s good,” I groaned. “It’s all yours.” I was losing track of what I was babbling, but I wanted him to know how wonderful he was making me feel. “My pussy is all for you.”
His tongue worked over my clit with a fluttering quickness that set every nerve of my body on notice that something incredible was coming. I was dismayed when he abandoned my clit, but this was soon replaced by elation when I felt his tongue circling my opening. The sloppy wet noises of him lapping at my juicy hole was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. At just the moment I had to have it, I felt his tongue dart inside me. It couldn’t go too far, but it was enough for me to feel it. His probing tongue sparked a new cascade of scintillating sensations throughout my whole pussy. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Jesse moved his mouth slightly to the side and sucked on one of my shaved outer lips, taking it into his mouth, holding it tight for a moment, then releasing. He repeated this with my other fat outer lip. Next, he was up at my mound, nuzzling his face in my generous patch of pubic hair. I loved the way he was taking me all in.
“How did you get so good at eating pussy?” I blurted out as I subtly tried to ease his mouth back onto my clit.
He gave my nub a single, teasing lash of his tongue. “You really want to know?”
“No…I honestly don’t care…as long as you keep going…”
“You ready to cum, Mom?”
“Yes!” I practically screamed. “I want to cum so bad, honey. Make me cum!”
“Make who cum?” he asked, looking at me over my neatly edged muff with a sly grin.
It took me a second to grasp what he was fishing for.
“Make Mommy cum, honey. Suck Mommy’s cunt and make me cum!”
With that he gladly went back to work. And I wasn’t just playing up his ego – my boy really did know how to eat a pussy. I was expecting the clumsy fumblings I remembered enduring from boys his age when I was a teenager, but he was better than any man I’d been with. Part of it might have been because he was my son, but all I knew was that he was treating my pussy with more caring respect than he had ever shown me.
Jesse was getting his face right in there, not holding anything back. He seemed to be enjoying it almost more than me, which was close to impossible. I humped myself against his mouth, trying to match the cadence of his rapidly swirling tongue. He was able to lick and suck at the same time in a way that had me practically levitating off the sofa. I resisted the natural inclination to let my eyes roll back, and instead focused on watching my son eat me. The sight of his head between my legs only enhanced the exquisite pleasure he was delivering with his mouth. Even if this never happened again, I would always hold onto the memory of him going at my cunt like a starving animal.
“Oh, God…Jesse…I’m going to cum! Oh, sweet fuck, yes!” I held his head tighter, willing him to keep doing exactly what he was doing to my clit for just a few more precious seconds. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on your face!”
In the split second between saying those words and the start of the most intense orgasm I’d experienced in recent memory, I realized there was something Jesse didn’t know about me. It was too late – he was going to have to learn the hard way.
I let out a barking scream, every muscle locked into a hard clench, and a sense of super-charged euphoria seized my entire being all at once. There was no way for me to stop my body from what it was about to do in response to this.
A gush of warm liquid spurted from my pussy and hit Jesse in the face. He backed off a little only to be doused in another jet of lady cum even bigger than the first. My son sputtered and coughed as more of my ejaculate was forcefully propelled from my cunt straight at his chest. I bore down and pushed out the last of my orgasmic fluids, which surged out of me in a viscous upwelling of still more pussy juice. After soaking the sofa, the carpet, and my son from head to crotch, I collapse back onto the sofa. I was drained – literally and figuratively.
“What. The fuck. Was that?” Jesse wanted to know. He sounded more incredulous than upset.
“I’m sorry, honey, I should have warned you. Sometimes I squirt like that.”
“Only when I’m really super turned on.” I was having a hard time catching my breath. It felt like my pussy was buzzing and my whole body was vibrating along with it.
“Holy shit, Mom, that was fucking weird.”
“I’m sorry…I didn’t know it was going to happen until it was too late.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” He licked his lips, trying to taste more of me. “That was intense. I liked it.”
“I haven’t squirted like that in a while.” I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my boy drenched in my sex juices.
“I guess you must have been really super turned on then?”
“The evidence speaks for itself.” I reached for my beer and gulped down what was left in the can. “But, yeah, that was about the best head I’ve ever had.”
He didn’t want to let on, but I could tell he was proud of himself when he heard that. He pulled his soaked shirt off and mopped his face with it before throwing it aside. The smell of my cunt was heavy in the air around us.
“I should probably say I’m sorry for the other day…” He looked suitably guilty as he spoke. “For what I did while you were sleeping.”
“I appreciate the apology,” I nudged him playfully with a foot, “but I kind of took it as a compliment. Not every forty-something year old broad has a hot young stud around who wants to jerk off to her naked body.”
“So, you won’t mind if I do it again…right now?”
“Be my guest,” I said and shrugged out of my robe, leaving me completely nude before him.
Jesse stood, moved closer until he was almost over me and began beating off. God, he looked beautiful doing that to himself. I ran my hands up and down my body as I marveled at the strength and girth of his erection. After fondling my breasts for a few moments, I lifted one up to my mouth. I circled my areola with my tongue, then sucked on my nipple.
“Whoa, I didn’t know you could do that,” Jesse said with quiet admiration.
“Your mom has a lot of tricks you don’t know about.”
“That’s for sure,” he agreed and stroked faster while I let him watch me suckle my other tit for a time.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.
“Better make it fast,” he joked. “I have a big head start.”
I slid a hand down to my pussy. It was still saturated with slick wetness and almost too sensitive to touch. I did anyway, being careful not to contact my clit directly.
I never knew that just masturbating with someone could be so gratifying. I’d always been of the opinion that if there was a dick within reach that it should be inside me. Why waste time jacking off instead of having sex? But I was learning how intimate sharing this with normally private act with another person could be. It was nice to be able to just relax, take in the sexy sights, and pleasure myself in a way that only I could.
“You look real hot rubbing your pussy like that, Mom.”
“Not as hot as you look stroking that huge cock of yours.”
He liked hearing that, but tried not to show it. I watched his balls flying back and forth beneath his pumping fist and listened to the slapping sound it made with a perverse kind of joy.
“I’m almost there,” he grunted.
“Where do you want to cum, honey?”
“How about right here?” I spread my pussy open. “Want to cum on Mommy’s cunt?”
“Do it, honey. Shoot your big load all over Mommy’s dirty cunt.”
“Is that what you want, Mom? You want me to jizz on your hairy cunt?”
“Yes, baby!” I spread my legs wider, and pulled my lips farther apart. “Cum right on Mommy’s cunt hole! Give it to me!”
“Fuuuuck! Ahhhhhh!” His cock lunged at my open pussy and a jet of cum lanced across the few intervening inches between us and hit my clit with stinging force. He continued jerking for all he was worth, coating every part of my cunt with spurt after spurt of warm cock cream. It felt beyond amazing. When he was finished, he flicked his dick and sent the last few drops through the air to land on my tummy.
“That was perfect,” I moaned and immediately resumed masturbating myself.
My touch slid easily across my freshly sullied lips and up to my waiting clit. Jesse watched in a post-orgasmic daze as his own mother fingered herself in front of him using his cum as a natural lubricant. Even though I could still taste his sperm in my mouth from earlier, I had to have more. I brought my fingers up and sucked them clean before quickly going back to my cunt.
“Watch me cum,” I said as I writhed helplessly. “Watch Mommy make herself cum!”
“That’s it, Mom, work that pussy,” Jesse said unexpectedly, encouraging my shameless debauchery.
That charged me up even more. “Your cum feels so good on Mommy’s cunt.”
“That’s it, Mom, get those fingers up in there. Fuck that pussy good.”
“Suck my tits, Jesse!” I begged suddenly. “Please, suck Mommy’s tits!”
I expected him to refuse again, but he quickly moved into position, grabbed one of my boobs to stop it from flopping around, and took my nipple into his mouth. Fireworks went off in my brain as he sucked hard – exactly the way I wanted him to. After only a few manic seconds, he switched to the other one and that sent me hurtling over the edge.
My body went hot all over, and suddenly I was in the grips of another blue ribbon orgasm. There wasn’t much left to squirt, but I felt a warm flood flow out of me and stream down along my asscrack. Jesse continued to suck my nipples in turn as I came down from my high, giving them a softer treatment than he had when he was driving me toward climax. I’d never have guessed he would be such a considerate lover from the way he’d been treating me lately.
As I lay there on the sopping wet sofa, limply stroking my son’s hair while he nursed contentedly on my breasts, I reconsidered my decision to stop doing cam shows with Jesse. As wrong as it all was, I didn’t think either one of us was ready to give it up just yet. We both needed to explore whatever this was further.