“Lift your dick up so we can see them,” I told my son, sounding more like a proud mama than an online sex worker.
I was actually surprised when Jesse did as I asked without complaining. I figured he’d be running out of the room by now. I got a good look at his balls. They were hanging loose, and apparently he kept them shaved clean. I’d never seen manscaping like that in real life, and I had to admit it had a certain appeal. I couldn’t help thinking how nice they might feel against my cheek. I shook my head, trying to remember this was my son’s dick I was looking at.
“Beautiful balls, son. I bet the girls love sucking on those, don’t they?”
“Yeah, whatever, Mom.” His annoyance with me was thick in his voice.
‘Monique, touch your son’s penis.’
“He wants me to touch it,” I said to my son and almost started reaching for his cock.
“Fuck no,” Jesse protested. “This is getting too weird.”
’50 tokens to let your mom touch your penis.’
I looked up at Jesse, silently pleading with him to take the money.
“A hundred tokens,” Jesse countered, leaning in close to my headset to make sure our voyeur could hear him.
‘For 100 I want to see your mom give you a handjob.’
“It’s one fifty for a handjob, buddy.”
My head was spinning a little as they carried on this rapid-fire negotiation. I’d lost control of the situation. No one seemed to even consider that I might not agree to any of this.
‘Very well, 150 token.’ Coins dropped. ‘I’ll make it 200 if you cum on your mother.’
“Two hundred it is,” I cut in, worried things might escalate beyond the crazy place they’d already arrived at. “C’mere, big boy. Let Mama get her hands on that big thing of yours.”
Jesse looked at me and ran his fingers through his sleep-matted hair. He seemed a little confused by what just happened. He was apparently realizing that he’d gotten himself in deeper than he’d intended. I was afraid he was about to come to his senses and spoil the deal. I was also disturbingly worried I wouldn’t get a chance to touch my boy’s enticing cock.
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” I said, trying to reassure him. “Hell, I’m sure you were going to jerk off this morning anyway, this’ll just save you the trouble.”
“So you’re okay with me blowing a load on you, Mom?”
I would normally have expected him to say something like this to me as an accusation, but there was a certain amount of tenderness in his voice that almost made it seem like he cared about what I thought.
“Two hundred,” was the only explanation I could give him.
He shrugged and stepped closer. I reached out and took a firm hold of his cock, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. I wondered if he noticed how much my hand was shaking. I began stroking him and he quickly grew fully hard. It seemed impossibly strange to be touching my son in this way, but at the same time it felt perfectly natural. I had a warm tingle in my chest.
“How’s that?” I asked in my seductive online voice.
Jesse just grunted noncommittally.
“You like the way Mommy touches your big-boy cock?”
“C’mon, do you have to say that shit?” he rasped under his breath.