I walked into the living room. Mark was stroking his cock. He looked surprised to see me. “I didn’t think you would come back.”
I was staring at his enormous cock. “Um, well, here I am.”
He was still stroking himself. “Do you want me to stop?”
Actions say more than words. I just joined him on the sofa and turned my attention to the television. The woman, who was of similar age and build as I am, was stroking the man’s cock while sucking on his balls. I looked over at my son who was fondling himself. “Mark, you do realize I am not going to do that to you, right?”
“Whatever you say, mom.”
“Mark, I mean it. I am not going to suck your penis.”
“You make the rules, mom.”
“Yes, you keep saying that, but is this what you actually want? Me. Sucking. You?”
“Of course, I do, mom. I can’t believe it, but I do. I want you to suck me off.”
“I can’t Mark.”
“Will you watch me?”
“I already am.”
“No, will you watch me cum.”
“Oh.” That’s all I said, but I didn’t move, other than to adjust my position so he could see my pussy.
That was my answer he understood it.
What happened next shocked me. He got on his knees and got between my legs and masturbated his penis so close to my pussy that it nudged me a couple of times as his stroking increased. Before I realized what was happening, I began playing with my breasts, my eyes transfixed on his cock. My son was going to cum for me. He was inches away from my pussy and I knew he was imagining it inside of me. In that moment I also realized that when he came his cum would explode all over my pussy.
“Mark,” I whispered.
“Mom,” he groaned.
“This is further than I…”
But it was too late. His cock exploded. Cum sprayed everywhere, even on my breasts, but most of it landed between my labia and on my mound. He shook off the last few drops on my leg and sat back on his haunches. Then as if on cue we both looked at the screen to find the mother getting on all fours, asking her son to fuck her in the ass.
“Fuck,” I said. “What…what is happening?”
Mark chuckled. “I think he is going to take her ass, mom.”
“That’s not what I meant, Mark.”
“Yeh, I know, mom. I know.”
That’s when I left the room and went upstairs. I soaked a wash cloth in warm water and cleaned myself off and threw it in the hamper. I looked in the mirror and noticed I miss a glob of cum just above my left nipple. It was shining at me and I liked it there. I looked around, as if to check if anyone was watching, and then raised my breast to my mouth and slurped up the cum.
When I looked in the mirror and saw my expression, I knew I was in trouble. I was going to have to rethink everything now. I knew what Mark wanted, but could I give it to him?
I could still taste his cum when I got under the covers. It tasted a lot like Jon’s, and I loved his cum in my mouth. I was conflicted to say the least. My mind was reinforcing my urge to stop this in its tracks, but my hand was between my legs, caressing my clit.
I could hear Mark on the stairs. When he walked by my bedroom, he stopped at the door and said, “See you in the morning, mom.”