“Mommy loves her boy’s beautiful balls,” I said, meaning every word of it. “How does that feel, Cody?”
He made a sour face at hearing me using his “stage” name, but it quickly faded as I ran my tongue under his balls and gave his taint a few tantalizing swipes.
“It feels pretty awesome, Mom.” It didn’t sound like he was making up anything for the sake of the camera either. “I want to cum in your mouth…and all over your face. Suck my cock, Mom.”
The last was said with honest desire, not the harsh contempt I was used to hearing from him. I took his cock back into my mouth and went to work using my best technique. It was less than a minute before I heard his first involuntary moan. Seconds later his cockhead swelled against my tongue and began spewing warm semen against the back of my throat. I wanted to take it all in my mouth, but I forced myself to pull back and let him defile my face with his last few spurts. I’d always found the facial to be degrading and something that had to be done for the sole enjoyment of your man, but I had no qualms about taking Jesse’s load on my face. If felt like more of a privilege than an insult. I milked out one last drop and licked it from the tip of his darkly reddened tip.
I leaned into the camera, letting the voyeurs see the mess he’d made on my nose, cheeks and lips. I then opened my mouth and did the show-swallow-show routine. When I was done, Jesse held out the towel for me to clean off with. I just shook my head, preferring to stay messy a bit longer…for the sake of the camera, of course.
“You got Mommy all horny,” I said with an exaggerated pout. “You want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?”
“Yeah,” he responded thickly.
I leaned back in my chair and opened my legs. “You like seeing Mommy masturbate her horny pussy, don’t you, son?” I parted slit of the frilly panties, exposing myself to him and the viewers.
He nodded, seemingly unable to speak. I began toying with my clit and caressing my pussy lips. Jesse stared intently. I spread my lips apart, leaving nothing hidden. At that he took hold of his cock, still wet with my saliva, and began pulling at it. “Show it to me,” he whispered barely loud enough for me to hear. “Show me your pussy, Mom.”
I did just that.
The adoring look on his face made me feel good all over. I know what I was doing was wrong in every way imaginable, but these fleeting moments of connection with him were worth violating all the rules of propriety. There was a love there that was otherwise denied to me. No matter what hateful things he said to me for whatever reason compelled him, I would always know that buried underneath the venom was the primal love that every son has for his mother. If sucking his cock and spreading my cunt was my only way to tap into that feeling then so be it.
We watched each other masturbate for a while, neither of us ruining the moment with words. We were both going easy on ourselves. This wasn’t a race to orgasm, but rather a prolonging of a rare pleasure few mothers and sons ever share. Jesse reached over and lightly pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. He gave it a little tug with a slight twist. I pulled the frilly bra down, letting my tits sag naturally. My son cupped one of my breasts, massaging it with a steady hand. He was doing it purely for his own pleasure, but I was getting just as much, if not more, out of it as he was.