I immediately tried to back out of the deal, but she held firm.
“Fair is fair, remember?” she taunted.
Not wanting to break my word, I dropped to my knees, laid her back on the stone bench, and leaned over her. Normally, the recognizable scent of cum would’ve turned me off, but the vision of her body covered in my cum was having the opposite effect.
I dashed my tongue over one of her nipples, removing a few drops of white juice. It tasted salty, but not as bad as I imagined. This removed the inhibition from my brain, eased my mind a bit.
I used my tongue to clean my cum off of both of her tits and her stomach. I knew that my loads were usually huge, but I had no idea how huge. I slurped every drop as if I would never eat again. My mom was enjoying the view of me licking the mess I’d made off her body, so much so that she made me stop to kiss her so she could taste my juices.
Once I had cleaned off her torso, I followed the trail of my load down to her pussy. I licked it clean, giving it a little extra attention after I was done. All the while, I stroked my cock back to life. My little snack had made me horny as hell.
I lifted up her sticky body by cupping my hands on her ask cheeks and carrying her over to the running water. As the water rained down on us, she wrapped her legs around me tight.
“It’s time to give that smooth pussy of yours a real test,” I said.
“You sure you have any left for me, baby?” she teased.
Without a word, I lifted her up a bit, positioned my cock below her pussy, and lowered her down.
The luck of Irish was on my side, as I slid into her perfectly on the first try. Her tight, smooth pussy rode up and down on my pole for a about ten minutes before I started to lose control again.
She could see the strain on my face and said, “Tell me I’m yours, baby.”
“You’re mine,” I replied.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” she followed.
“I’ll never leave you,” I uttered. “You, your pussy, every inch of you is mine forever.”
She put her head back and screamed “Yes!” I couldn’t tell it was an orgasmic scream, or a scream of joy that at what I had said. It didn’t matter, and both were true for me. I pumped another load deep inside her, and then we washed ourselves clean.
As the day went on, mom and I both noticed that we were acting more and more like a couple in public. We held hands constantly, kissed each other whenever the moment struck and behaved like we were a new couple.
Being in a foreign country where no one knew us as mother and son helped. We didn’t feel inhibited by others’ morals and could just be ourselves with one another. It was obvious that if we hadn’t already, we were definitely falling in love.
We ended up at a jazz club later that night, per my mom’s suggestion. The place was dimly lit, and for whatever devious intentions, she instructed the hostess to seat us in a booth in the back. We had a couple of cocktails, kissed, talked and just basically enjoyed being together.
When the lights lowered even more for the main act, mom’s true intentions came to light. As the music filled the room, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Between the low lights, the table in front of us and our location in the back of the room, it was a pretty safe bet that no one could see. All the same, I was more than a little nervous.