He demanded, “Come for me, Mommy-slut.”
“Oh yes,” I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming reality. “Don’t stop. Yes, yes, Mommy’s coming, yes, yes, yes!”
And my cum flooded out onto my son’s mouth and face.
He kept licking, seeming to savour my cum as much as I had savoured his.
Once my orgasm was done, I demanded, “Use another coupon.”
“So many to choose from,” he smiled. He then surprised me, by handing me the one I least expected.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I need some food if this is going to be the marathon evening I think we both want it to be,” he said.
“Oh, I want to see how many loads you can fit in your Mommy cum bucket,” I purred.
“Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delicious, but it lacks the calories I need,” he joked, standing up.
“What do you have you mind?” I asked.
“Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the garage. Don’t bother with a skirt.”
“Oh my,” I smiled, liking his kinky idea.
“Oh Mom, this is only the beginning,” he said, as he pulled me up.
“It better be,” I said, in my best Mom tone.
“Hurry up,” he ordered, “I’m hungry.”
“Me too,” I quipped, reaching for his cock.
“You’re insatiable,” he said.
“I have to make up for lost time,” I said back.
“Oh, we will,” he promised, spanking my ass. “Now go get a blouse. We can’t have you naked driving around town in plain view.”
“At least not above the waist,” I smiled.
“Of course,” he said.
I grabbed a black blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.
Cody was already in the driver’s seat.
I got in the passenger seat, naked except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. “Where are you taking me, Master?”
“Swiss Chalet drive-thru,” he answered, as he backed out of the garage.
“I see,” I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to prove how much of a slut I could be for him.
“So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad?” Cody asked.
“In the bedroom, yes. Or when alone,” I admitted, as I began to stroke my son’s cock. “But in public, many thought he was whipped.”
“I did,” he laughed.
“Perception and reality are often two different things,” I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.
“So I see,” he groaned.
This time I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.
He groaned, “Shit, your mouth is like magic.”
“All three of my holes are like magic,” I responded.
“I still can’t believe this,” he said, as my tongue slid up and down his shaft.
“That your mother is a cock hungry slut?” I asked.
“That you’re my cock hungry slut,” he countered.
“I’ve been looking for a master for a couple of years, son. But no one came close to your father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it… I knew I had found my perfect Master.”
“And I have been using a couple MILF’s to distract me from what I really wanted,” he said. “My own personal Mommy-slut.”
“Please call me your Mommy-cum-bucket,” I asked. “I want to be everything to you. I want to be your only MILF.”
“You think you can keep up with me?” he asked.
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