‘What the fuck are you thinking?!’ She scolded herself. In spite of her better reasoning however her eyes locked right back on David’s hand as it passed up and down his glistening manhood. Before Charlene could decide whether to creep back upstairs or announce herself with some false maternal authority, David’s face tightened and his teeth clamped together. Just when Charlene thought she had regained any semblance of proper parenthood she watched in awe as her son’s semen erupted, thick and white from the head of his cock in four harsh streams that splattered against his hand and across his stomach. ‘Oh… my God!’ Charlene admired the spectacle with the commanded attention that would have been better appropriate to watching any other man ejaculate than her own son. ‘So much…’ As David continued to jack his cock through his clearly well developed orgasm, his hand milked more and more semen from the tip. Charlene shut her eyes trying to block the image, but her mouth had once again begun to water.
All her life, Charlene was the sort of rare woman that most men were pleasantly delighted to encounter. From an early age she had been sexually aware and it wasn’t long before she discovered one of her favorite proclivities was oral sex. Specifically, she had always been aroused by the sight of a man’s climax but even more to the point, she was almost incapable of ignoring her lust for the flavor of a man’s semen. She had tried for years, among friends, to reason her addiction to it. Something about trying to describe what she yearned for in terms of taste and texture had always fallen short however. It was, very flatly, something she loved. Now however, she found herself trying to be small and silent, shutting the beautiful image before her out of her eyes in hopes that when she opened them everything about her surroundings would be normal again.
“Fuck!” David’s voice sounded in her ears, shattering all delusions that there was any way out of her current predicament. “Mom?!” He called her way with a heavily embarrassed tone. Charlene opened her eyes a crack to see him tucking his still swollen cock back into his jeans.
“Sorry!” She replied as she turned her head away all together. “I didn’t know you were in here…” She tried to lie as she peeked back again through half closed eyes to see David rising off the couch and clicking the TV off. “I didn’t really see anything. I’ll go back upstairs and you can just…”
“No I’m… I’m leaving anyhow.” David replied as he tossed a shirt over his head as quickly as he could. Charlene watched as the wet spill on his flat muscular stomach seeped through the fabric as it rested against his body.
“David you don’t have to… I mean it’s not like you were doing anything wrong.” Charlene pleaded trying to be composed and mature about the situation.
“No I’m meeting a friend and… I’ll just be back later ok?” David shot back with a red flush overwhelming his skin as he dashed from the room with hardly a backward glance. Charlene sank to a seat on the stairs as the sound of the front door opening and closing left the house quite silent. Staring at the couch where her son had just been, it was as though a ghost of David had been left behind. She watched the imaginary young man, still cranking his fist down over his cock; gasping in manly pleasure as streams of his pearly essence spilled across his chest. Without realizing it, Charlene had begun to breathe just a little faster as a familiar tingle somewhere deep inside her began to prepare her neglected womanhood with a thrilling rush of warmth and moisture.