The mother interrupted the action with a loud and firm, “What is going on here?”
Eleanor pulled back, instantly petrified, allowing the big cock she loved sucking to escape her mouth before she got her yummy reward, and quickly began searching for her sweater to cover up.
Jeremy was startled too, but noticed his mom looking down at his hard, throbbing, cock. He was so very close to coming, a fact that he cannily knew was obvious even to his angry mother.
For a long, timeless moment Kiera didn’t realize she was doing it, and it was likely only a few seconds at most, but she stared at her son’s cock… it was huge… incredibly thick, pulsing with imminence, and also about eight inches in length.
Jeremy’s mother’s attention was thankfully startled away from her son’s impressive cock when Eleanor stammered, “I-I-I’m so sorry, Mrs. Watson,” clearly near tears.
“It’s Ms. Watson,” Kiera corrected automatically but firmly, hating being called Mrs.; she then turned her rapt gaze away from her son’s cock to present a frosty glare to the young girl, who seemed about to totally fall apart.
“Sorry,” Eleanor answered, her head down, avoiding the eye contact that would intensify her shame.
Jeremy knew he was expected to cover up, but chose not to, motivated to push his luck after noticing his mother’s non-maternal attention on his cock… his mother always his biggest jerk off fantasy.
Kiera gazed down on Eleanor, who was sheepishly hiding her chest behind her sweater, and felt bad for her, pretty sure that her son had somehow manipulated her… seeing a little, actually a lot, of herself in Eleanor. She said gently, “Eleanor, please go home.”
“Yes, Ms. Watson,” Eleanor nodded sheepishly, before scurrying out, still clutching her sweater.
Kiera turned to her son who was still standing there, still with his hard cock totally visible and pointing ahead, still not covering himself up. “Jeremy, put on some pants.”
Jeremy reached down to pull the sweats around his ankles up as his mother took one last lingering look at her son’s cock. It had been way too long since she’d gotten laid. It had been almost twenty years since she’d been with a man, or rather a college boy/asshole. It had only been a few weeks since she’d enjoyed a strap-on, however. She did have a few women she played with (no, not including the slutty intern who she had fantasized about turning into her bimbo cunt licking submissive). It had been only a couple of days since her most recent orgasm from a tongue, but the lack of penetration had left her unsatisfied. She had quit men completely after her ex had outed her to his buddies before they had learned she was pregnant, he’d gone over the top with sharing and she had walked. During college she had had a few ‘affairs of convenience’ with other female students and even a couple of teachers, with no particular emotional attachments. This streamlined approach to sex had helped provide her with time to study during her seven years in college and law school, before she began dabbling in some more serious sexual relationships, only with females. But this afternoon the idea of a real cock was suddenly very intriguing.