June felt like her body was on fire. The pressure and pain on her anus became an intense unfamiliar feeling. She could feel his mouth on her clit. Sucking. She could feel his fingers in her pussy, massaging her G-spot. She felt his fingers turn in her pussy. He began rubbing his thumb in her ass through that thin membrane.
June screamed like a trapped animal. Her howls reverberated around the room. And she squirted! She squirted with a force that caused her essence to flood her son’s face! The animalistic howl waned like a siren’s wail as she collapsed back on the bed. The intensity of her orgasm drained her.
Carter felt his cock pump his seed onto the carpet at the foot of the bed. His mother’s orgasmic scream was the most erotic thing he heard in his 22 years. They both collapsed. He still on his knees, his cheek on the spreading wet spot on the duvet. June lay flat of her back her arms extended in a Jesus on the cross pose. Her head lolled to the side. Oh fuck, she thought, oh fuck! What have I done? She struggled once, trying to stand. She had expended too much energy. She rolled on her side, her legs in a scissor pose, and her small ass pointed at the ceiling and passed out.
For a moment, Cater knelt between her legs with his cheek against her wet thighs. He felt her juices stream down his cheek. Slowly, he pulled back. A large wet spot spread covering the duvet. He stared open mouthed at June’s juices streaming from her pussy and on to the bed. He rocked back on his knees and looked at the dinner plate sized stain of his ejaculate on the rug.
He placed one hand on the bed between his mom’s legs and got unsteadily to his feet. He turned and walked unsteadily to the door and out of June’s room. As he made his way up the back stairs, gripping the rail tightly for balance, a stray thought crossed his mind. There will be hell to pay in the morning!
Chapter 3
Groggily June came down from her hormone and drug induced sexual high. The faint whine of the elevator was her first coherent sound. She heard the clangs as the old elevator door opened and then closed. Although the solid construction of the old house prevented it, she stared at the ceiling imagining her son walking from the elevator to his room.
With an effort, she elbowed her upper body up. Her stomach turned as she stared down at her wet matted pubic hair. Her labia were red and swollen, her clit large and distended. Between her legs, the duvet was ruined with a large wet spot. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed her bile several times to prevent vomiting. Her son, her baby had licked her pussy.
June struggled to a sitting position and scooted back, resting her back against the ornate highly polished oak headboard. A lone tear ran down her cheek. I have ruined both of our lives and cheated on my husband, she thought.
Her husband Tom was only the third man she ever had. The first two had been fumbling inept teenagers. Though older and more experienced, Tom was old school and did not do oral sex. As the old saw goes, you cannot miss what you never had. Although she heard and talked about it, even saw it in the occasional porn movie, she had never had someone put their mouth on her private parts.