my snatch. A gasp sounded around me in the fridge as something wet began licking my
skin and sending shivers through me.
The feeling of his face on my nether region was scary, but it didn’t reduce me to tears.
I was gasping, and having a hard time maintaining balance as he licked his way towards my
pussy, making me cum. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, and strained a bit when he
tried pushing his tongue into me. When he failed, I felt my labia pull into a vacuum, and
sucking sounds emanated from him. I went completely rigid, and moaned a deep throaty
groan as he sucked in a way that made me dance on my toes. Uncomfortable or now, I was thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. When the orgasm hit me, it was like a sledge had been used to knock the switch that had been keeping me locked away.
As convulsion wracked my body and I screamed my finish into the bowels of the fridge, I experienced my second orgasm of my life. When I came down from it, I found that I was alone. There was no shame in me anymore, just an unbridled lust. With shaking legs, I headed over to get my phone to see where Mike had disappeared to. To my delight, he had already texted me.
*That was some dessert, Mom!*
Heat rose in my cheeks.
*Was it now? You took me by surprise.*
*I thought you offered…*
*To make you dessert, actual dessert!*
*I’m sorry. I just saw you there and thought you wanted me to eat you out.*
I should feel terrible for making him question himself. Poor boy was probably in his room
now beating himself up over taking advantage of the situation. Not that I minded that he
did at all. I wanted it then and now I wanted it more. It amazed how quickly I recovered.
From the few sexual conversations I had ever been apart of, I had once disgustingly heard
many women I knew complain about how sensitive they got after an orgasm. Plenty more
complained about how much effort it took to reach that point. It seemed I had been bless
and with the way my cunt was dripping, I knew that the right opportunity had arrived to
make up for lost time.
*Is that what it’s called?*
*Yeah…*
*Why did you leave?*
*Can’t talk and I wanted to thank you for such a nice treat*
*Shouldn’t I be thanking you?*
*You know where to find me…*
*I do and honestly, your bed isn’t appropriate. Come to my room in ten.*
*What about all your hang-ups?
I was moving upstair to my room and stopped by his. Without knocking, I opened the door
and stood in awe at my naked son. A goofy smile broke across his face and I left.
*Come into my room and get under the covers with me. Just know, I am in charge. You
follow my lead. If I stop us, can you obey?*
*Yes.*
*Five minutes and remember, no talking.*
I had no idea really why I gave him so long. Honestly, he could have attacked me in his
doorway and I probably would have let him. Though as I went to the bathroom and cleaned
up my sex, I was glad to have set the rules and venue. No telling if I was going to be okay
with the actual sex part.
Laying in bed, I tried to get my beating heart under control. Butterflies danced in my