“Are… are you sure? You might freak out and slap me.”
“I’ll definitely slap you if you don’t make me cum!”
Kyle dropped to his knees. Jenna watched him study her pussy as she kept her legs spread. They looked each other in the eyes, and she nodded reassuringly. It felt like time slowed down when Kyle leaned forward and took a moment to inhale her aroma. Unusual thoughts began to invade Jenna’s mind; she wondered how her smell, look, and taste compared to Sigu.
As it turned out, Kyle remembered the lesson of the peach, pressing his tongue into the recess of her cunt. Passion erupted in Jenna’s soul as her son tasted her essence. Slowly, she felt his tongue circle her intimate opening, then Kyle licked, lapped, and swallowed her juice. While taking his time, he seemed oddly at ease. Jenna’s motherly instinct told her that Kyle was enjoying this greatly.
‘Maybe there’s hope for him after all?’ She proudly wondered.
Jenna’s initial plan was to lay still and suffer through the embarrassment of having her son’s face buried in her pussy. But when she felt his deliberate attempt to succeed, her body responded reflexively. Small moans escaped her lips as his tongue penetrated her passage. She wanted more but refrained from grasping his head and pulling him tighter. That would clearly be one step over the line.
Her body tensed. Her soft groans seemed to spur Kyle on, and he turned his focus to her clit. Their eyes met while her pussy was being eaten. An unspoken acknowledgment passed between mother and son; they each found confirmation that the encounter was insanely arousing to the other.
While her son worshipped her cunt, she felt the long-forgotten thrill of having sexual relations with a new partner. As Kyle’s confidence built, he alternated between sucking her clit and swirling his tongue around the opening of her pussy. Jenna’s body coiled, sensing an imminent climax, although she tried to hold back. The lesson on the peach had worked a miracle. She was soon primed for release having taught Kyle well.
“Can I cum in your mouth?” she moaned. “I didn’t expect you to take me this far.”
He nodded while still going down on her.
A fierce orgasm exploded in Jenna’s core. Instead of being riddled with guilt, she felt a naughty sense of elation. Moaning out loud, her pussy convulsed as her legs jerked roughly.
In her state of post orgasmic bliss, Jenna briefly wondered if Kyle wanted to do more. After all, she had just let him see, smell, and taste her sexuality in all its wonderful glory.
Deep in her soul, however, she felt a burning desire to know how she stacked up against Sigu. Yes, her primary goal was to help Kyle be the best lover possible. But she simply couldn’t rein in her longing to be more desirable than Sigu.
“So how do I compare?” she asked in a husky and clearly aroused voice.
Kyle continued to lick and suck at her sensitive center. “Hmm?”
“My taste, my pussy, my clit. How do I compare to your girlfriend?”
Kyle paused briefly to respond. “You taste delicious, mom.”