He got on the floor between my legs and bent forward so that his face was above my chest. I saw him looking at my tits.
“Go ahead, Tommy. You can begin by cleaning up some of the mess you caused.”
He leaned down. I put my hand on the back of his head and guided it to my left breast. He sheepishly licked a drop or two of his cum off the side of my tit. I applied more pressure and his mouth pushed against my skin. His tongue sought out my nipple and I let him do the rest. Quickly, he was sucking on it and pulling on it with his teeth. I moaned with delight and his mouth engulfed a large portion of the breast.
For several minutes, he assaulted both breasts and nearly drove me to an orgasm with just his tongue and lips. I urged him on, but I’m not sure he needed much encouragement. Any inhibitions he might have had about being with his mother seemed to vanish once he realized he had free reign over my body.
And it was another part of my body that I needed him to attend to.
“Tommy, I want you to lick me,” I told him. “All over. Please make me cum.”
Further instructions, or pleadings, were unnecessary. He immediately moved between my legs and began to touch the inside of my thighs with his fingertips. I spread my legs for him. He licked completely around my pussy but never made contact with my clit. I lifted my hips in an effort to force him to take it, but he teased me for another minute or two.
I shrieked the first time I felt his mouth hit my swollen clit. Tommy put his hands under my ass, lifted me up, and stroked me with his tongue. I begged for more in practically incoherent terms and his mouth surrounded my clit. As soon as he felt my body quivering on its way to an orgasm, he moved down and drove his tongue deep inside my pussy. I cried out and, after a few seconds, he was back at my clit.
That was all I needed. I pushed my body onto his face and started to cum. Without a doubt, knowing it was my son making me cum added to the ecstasy I was already feeling. His tongue was everywhere: my clit, my pussy, anywhere he thought it might keep my orgasm alive. Of course, what he thought was one long orgasm was a series with virtually no break in between.
In the end, I was exhausted. As I lie on the floor recovering, Tommy moved up and took advantage of my tits…again. I’d never felt to satisfied.
***
The episode went unmentioned for the remainder of that day and into the next. That was fine with me. Neither of us probably had the right words to say, anyway. I watched for signs that he was either mad or embarrassed and saw none. In fact, if I hadn’t been there to participate, I wouldn’t have even known anything happened, just by watching Tommy.
That evening, my husband was doing yard work, including mowing our rather massive backyard. I was in the bedroom and could hear the riding mower start on its extended mission. The bedroom door was half shut as I changed shirts. I had lost track of where Tommy was.
Sure enough, he walked past as I stood in my bra and shorts. I saw him look in as he strode past. Then I heard him stop just past my door. My heart jumped at what he might do, and I watched the door as I stood at the dresser.