Jeremy had found Casey’s pussy taste to be slightly fishy and bland, but his mother’s, well, her taste was different… tangy and sweet… addicting. He wondered how Eleanor would taste. He began licking faster, suddenly unable to get enough of the sweet taste.
“Slow down,” the mother ordered, pulling her son away from her wet box and looking directly down at him, “this isn’t a race. I’m not a feeding trough for swine, but a holy shrine for supplicants. A pussy is to be worshipped, is that understood?”
“Yes, Mom,” Jeremy nodded, bewildered to find himself in a daze of insatiable lust for the taste of pussy.
She let go of his head and watched as he returned to licking. She watched her son, finally realising what she was doing was wrong… yet it felt so right. Then she reminded herself that this wasn’t about her own sexual pleasure, but teaching her son the proper way to treat a woman. This was Feminism.
“That’s it, nice and slow,” the mother moaned a moment later, enjoying his tongue… the past hour plus of both giving and receiving shocking experiences having had a major impact on the moisture content of her fevered box.
Jeremy licked up and down, as if his tongue were a paint brush, still in awe that he was truly eating his mother’s pussy… and if he played his cards right her beautiful lips would soon be wrapped around his cock… or maybe she would even fuck him. God, this had turned out to be one wild, fucked up day!
“Now trace the entire circumference of my pussy lips with your tongue, ever so lightly,” she instructed. “You want to tease your girl, to drive her mad with desire.”
Jeremy thought to himself ‘my big cock usually does that all by itself’, but obeyed, lightly grazing his mother’s pussy lips with his tongue.
Kiera closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to build, the tease to continue… but a moment later her cell phone rang.
That startled her out of her daze of lust and she took it as an omen that what she was doing was wicked, so she roughly pushed her son away and went to grab her phone. It was her mother.
Jeremy sat there suddenly pussiless, dazed, confused, horny and hungry.
As Kiera spoke with her mother, guilt suddenly rushing through her, she asked herself, ‘What have I just done? How far would I have gone?’
Frustrated, Jeremy walked to his mother and lifted up her skirt… confident he could continue where he left off.
Kiera pushed him away, covering up the phone with her hand and saying, “That was wrong of us. Now go!”
Annoyed and suddenly pissed off, Jeremy sulked away. He’d thought high school girls were teases, but his mother had not only cock blocked him earlier, but she had now teased him into a frenzy and left him high and dry and hard.
Horny, and not really wanting to deal with Casey’s impetuous demands, he called her and cancelled their date… saying he had to help his mom with something. He then texted Mrs. Anderson and ordered her into the garage for a good hard fucking.
Mrs. Anderson texted back that her husband was out bowling, Tiffany was spending the night at school and she had the house to herself. He walked past his mom and said, “I’m going out,” in a tone that clearly communicated how badly he was pissed off.