I took her hand again and placed it at the top of my sweatpants and let it go. It rested there for a few seconds, and then on its own did a slow tracing downwards. Inside the sweatpants and inside my underwear.
I felt her rough palm glide over my penis, and then encircle it. “Oh my God! So big!”
Her hand now glided more easily. My precum must be covering most of her small hand by now. “Danny! I never dreamed. You’re such a big boy!”
I took my mouth away from her breast, moving it to her mouth. Her hand jacked me back and forth with little motions. I whispered in her ear, “How will that feel deep inside you?”
Her eyes flew open with the realization at how far and how fast this was all progressing. “No! That can’t happen! We can’t have intercourse. That would be totally wrong for us. Your mother, Terry. Can’t you see how wrong it is? You have to understand.”
My hand went to her crotch and I rubbed hard there for the first time. Her hips arched forward to make greater contact. Obviously her body was saying one thing while her mouth said another.
She got desperate and was willing to sacrifice her mouth. She dropped to her knees, dragged my clothes to my feet and said, “Look! Danny, I’ll blow you! That’s as far as we can go.”
She stared at my cock in her fist. Then without further hesitation, took about four inches into her mouth. A loud groan drifted up from her mouth as she tasted me for the first time.
Her fist pumped with an amazing speed. She was trying to get me to cum and be done with me and the temptations I handed to her.
It might have worked before, but not after two weeks of the most exciting sex a son can have—with his sexy mother.
Still, this was my hall of fame scene: Mrs. Walker on her knees giving me a blowjob. In all my imaginings, it was never as good as what I was actually seeing before me. Her beautiful bare tits jiggled and the top of her gray haired head shook.
When I didn’t immediately cum, she changed methods and deep throated me. It was so different from the delicate way Mom gave me oral sex. Not any better or any worse, but very different. I could feel Mrs. Walker’s throat open up and take the head of my penis in. Every once in a while, she would make a gagging sound.
I knew I had to act, and act quickly. I wasn’t going to be shortchanged by a blowjob.
I backed away from her leaving her breathing hard on her knees. I pulled her to her feet. “Did I do something wrong? It’s been a long time.” She sounded unsure of herself.
“No, nothing wrong. Just the location. I want to lie on your bed while you do that.” It was only partially an untruth.
“Come on then,” she said. I stepped out of my clothes and followed her to her bedroom. It was big and had thick mahogany furniture in it. No prissy, girly stuff. I wouldn’t have expected anything else.
She pulled the covers down and motioned me to get on the bed.
“First I want to see you naked, Mrs. Walker. Totally naked.”
I didn’t wait for her response, I unbuckled her belt and whipped it through the loops and dropped it to the floor. She tried to stop me from unbuttoning her jeans but I had them unzipped before she could react. I think the whole situation had her dazed and not in the possession of her usual reflexes. Add to that the possibility she actually wanted to be naked in front of me. Even if that was a little piece of the puzzle, it still fit into why I had a relatively easy time with her jeans.