I had no doubt there would be blinds on the window before I showed up two weeks from now, but I wondered if Bob’s cock was as hard as my pussy was wet.
I had a number of male clients who I teased now and again, but nothing like how I teased Bob. I knew he fantasized about me sucking him off, and I figured one day that would be a reality, but not yet. In fact, it was far more likely I would be drinking from his partner’s BBC before I knelt before Bob.
In the meeting with George, where I received a raise, he shared how he almost didn’t offer me the job. I asked why and he mumbled something about how I dressed for the interview.
I nodded. I had shown a lot of cleavage in that interview and I made sure he could see my legs crossing back and forth. “I just wanted to make a good impression and make sure you experienced the kind of service and attire I would provide your customers.”
“Well, your results speak for themselves.” He pointed to the spreadsheet between us. No harm I guess in leveraging your attractiveness.”
Life with Mark continued to be intense and deliciously sordid. He loved looking at me, watching me touch myself and it was a rare day indeed when I wasn’t being sprayed with his cum twice a day. He was dating a girl on and off who he rarely mentioned, but when he did it was his frustration with her that dominated the conversation. She sounded rather prudish to me; apparently, she had no interest in receiving or providing oral sex. I would listen and empathize, but I never said anything disparaging about her, but not out of kindness. I felt pangs of jealousy that he was fucking someone else, when I knew all he wanted was me.
Maybe it was the jealousy that led to the conversation we had last night. I had just finished masturbating for him and I knew that meant he would be jacking off on my tits or face. I decided it was now or never. The room smelled like my pussy, as I said, “So, Mark, I have been thinking about our rules.”
“Oh?” He leaned over in his chair.
“Yes, thinking we should review them and see if we should modify them or maintain the status quo.”
“Sounds good.”
“One rule is no touching, which leads to other rules like no sucking or fucking your mother.”
“Mom, I am well aware of your damn rules.” He laughed.
“Would you like to test out doing away with the touching rule?”
Mark nodded and grinned. “You know the answer.”
“No sex or oral though. Just hands.”
“What if my hands are holding toys?”
“That is acceptable.”
Then it hit him. “Does this mean you will touch my cock?”
“It does.”
He stood up and walked toward me. “Can we begin this cancellation of the touching rule now?”
I sat up and reached for his cock and began stroking it. He came in 30 seconds and watched me squeeze his cum into my open mouth.
“That was yummy, Mark.”
“I am in heaven, mom.”
I laughed. “I am not sure they allow devils in heaven, son. Your mother just beat you off.”
Our morning routine had been being his cum rag each morning in the kitchen, but the very next day we began a new routine. I would oil up his cock with massage oil and slowly and seductively edge him to orgasm. We actually had to get up earlier so that I could invest the time required to fully satisfy my son’s libido. A few days later he broke up with his girlfriend.