I look down towards her as she turns her face up towards me. Through the half-light emanating from the TV, I can see into those brown eyes. We are both perfectly still for a moment as we seek the other’s willingness. My hand reaches down to touch her face. I want her to know that I love her. I want her to know that I feel this excitement too. I want her to know that I want her to do this to me. Her head moves slowly as she turns and I feel the hot wetness of her mouth as it enfolds me.
It feels like silk around me. She sucks tentatively over the head of my gland, gliding her mouth down my shaft. My body lifts slightly to meet her movement as my mom gives me her head. The low talking from the TV is the only sound in the room. I can’t make a noise, I know that. I nervously keep my breathing shallow as the act unfolds.
Holding me steadily in her hand, she works my cock between her lips in a steady motion as her mouth moves up and down me. Now and then she releases me, her soft lips roll across my crown lubricated perfectly by the precum oozing from me. Each time there are just a few seconds pause before I feel the jagged thrill as she takes me back inside of her. My thoughts run with the strange emotion and experience of my mom sucking me. My hands hold her head. She seems to like that, increasing her momentum and drawing me deeper with each movement.
In the months that follow she will tell me that this part of her is mine. The gentle mouth that has kissed me goodnight a thousand times is mine to fuck whenever I want it. She tells me that she loves doing this for me. Loves the taste and sensation of my cock against her lips and tongue.
My body begins to relax as my senses explore the experience of oral sex for the first time. I want to tell her that this feels so good. I want to tell her that I love her. I want to tell her that I never want this to end, but I don’t speak.
I don’t know how long it lasts. She seems to know the exact points in her movement at which to suck me a little more tightly and when to pause, licking gently across the head of me. In time she will explain. Tell me how she love the bond and intimacy of oral sex. with her own son. Her tongue dances and flicks like a feather over the swollen tip of me. She tells me later that it should feel just like a butterfly fluttering over me. A butterfly kiss. That’s how it feels every time.
She knows when I need her take me back inside of her. Drawing me back in and letting me experience the fullness of her sweet mouth. As I slip gently towards orgasm I instinctively draw my hips back just a little, uncertain what she wants or needs me to do.
She holds me there. Letting me release spasms of thick cum into her and swallowing down each spurt. One day she will tell me how much she loves that. How she likes to have that part of me inside of her so that we are joined in the way that we always should be. An unbreakable bond between us.
She lets me rest there as I empty myself, the delicious sensation of my orgasm slowly fading. She prolongs my pleasure by cleaning me with her tongue, gently lapping and washing my penis and skin with her mouth. Cleaning up after her boy, like a perfect mother would.