“Je…ah, Cody?”
“Yeah?”
I reached over and hit mute. “Jesse, I was thinking that we could make a lot more money if…”
“If what?”
“If maybe you licked me…you know, down there?”
He glanced down at my pussy and the dark clouds were back in his expression.
“Did someone make an offer?” He looked at the message window to see for himself.
“No, but I seriously think we could double our profits if we kicked it up a notch.” I could tell he wasn’t buying it.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“The more money we bring in, the more you put in your pocket.” I desperately wanted to convince him any way I could. “You know your insurance is coming due on the truck next month. You’re going to need at least three-hundred bucks if you want to keep your baby on the road.” That seemed to stir him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he swore. Jesse stood there holding his cock, working through it all. I knew he was trying to convince himself there had to be another way, but in the end he gave in to the easy money right in front of him like I knew he would. “Okay, fuck it, whatever.”
“I’m going to play it up, so just go along with it and don’t get your panties in a twist.” I un-muted as he shot daggers at me with his eyes. He could be upset at me all he wanted, as long as I got what I needed. “Looks to me like my boy wants to know what Mommy tastes like.”
I slid two fingers inside myself and drew them out. I let the camera see that they were loaded with a thick coating of my sex honey. I reached up and touched them against Jesse’s lips. I was hoping he’d open up and suck my fingers, but I had to settle for smearing my juices over his closed lips.
Turning to the camera, I said, “Any of you want to see my son lick his mommy’s pussy for the first time?” There was a chorus of eager affirmations in the text window. “Okay, then, put your money where his mouth is,” I quipped nonsensically. It did the trick. The tokens poured in.
I leaned back in my chair and patted my pussy while looking up at my son. “Why don’t you come down here and give your mama a juicy kiss?”
Jesse braced, probably reminding himself that he was doing this for his precious pick-up truck, and knelt down between my wide spread feet. I teased my clit and lips enticingly as he contemplated my pussy.
“You know you want it, son,” I cajoled him softly. I pulled the hood back away from my hard clit. “Put your mouth right here and give Mommy a nice little suck.”
He leaned in, then hesitated.
“Or would you rather taste this?” I spread my vagina open. “You want to slip your tongue in there? Right into the place you came out of?”
He backed off suddenly. I’d said the wrong thing. His face was a storm of conflicting emotions.
“Fuck this shit,” he spat out angrily as he stood. “I ain’t putting my mouth on that skanky gash of yours. Who knows where that fucking thing has been!” He snatched his boxers up off the floor as I lunged for the mute button. “Probably been a hundred dripping dicks in that prick hole of yours, and who knows what else.” He swept out of my bedroom, his hard cock bouncing wildly in front of him as he went.