Instead, he just stood next to where I was sitting – his head bowed; his eyes closed. I followed my only instinct and wrapped my arms around his legs from where I sat and hugged him to me, my cheek pressed against his flat belly. I held him tight. He stood there and let me hold him. Soon, I felt something against my shoulder. I knew what it was, but I moved my hand there to make sure. My fingers traced the contours of my son’s erection bulging in his tight jeans.
I lowered his zipper. He made no protest. I tried to get his penis out, but there was too much in the way.
“Take your pants down, Jesse.” I looked up at him. “Let me suck your cock for you.”
After an agonizing pause, he undid his belt and lowered his pants. I freed his hard-on and took him into my mouth. I was instantly overcome with a sense of complete satisfaction. Suddenly all was right with the world, and I didn’t have a single problem worth worrying about. My lips were fastened tight around my son’s penis as I felt him push deeper. This wasn’t like the vulgar cocksucking I had performed for the camera, but rather a loving indulgence for our mutual pleasure. My hands found their way to Jesse’s firm ass and I pulled him into me.
He stroked my hair as I sucked him. It was gentle, absent any resentment or rough disrespect. Jesse reached down and cupped one of my breasts over my robe. He massaged it tenderly, then found my stiffened nipple and pinched it lightly through the thin fabric. Somehow this felt more intimate that when he fondled my bare breast the day before. I sucked him harder to show him how much I appreciated his affectionate attentions.
The TV was still going in the background, but all I could hear was the increasing heaviness of his breathing and the slurping sound of my cocksucking. I felt some drool running down my chin, and even that turned me on.
“I liked how you licked my balls last time,” Jesse said quietly. There was a nervous tremor in his voice that was unlike him.
I responded to his desire without hesitation, licking and sucking his balls with willing thoroughness. When I swabbed my tongue over the base of his scrotum he responded with a moaning sigh. I ventured further and dabbed my tongue across the space beyond. He shifted slightly in an effort to give me more access to that area, and I stretched my tongue as far as I could manage, knowing that I was only a fraction of an inch from his asshole. I’d never licked a man back there before, but I instinctively knew that if Jesse wanted it I would happily do it for him.
“That feels good, Mom.” He let me tongue him down there a little longer, then pressed his cockhead against my lips. “You want me to cum in your mouth?”
I nodded as I took him all the way into my throat.
“You like eating cum, don’t you?”
I pulled back and sucked in enough air to answer him. “I like eating your cum.”
“Fuck, that’s nasty,” he said. I glanced up at him and was gratified to see he was saying it with a smile rather than an angry scowl. I returned the smile before filling my mouth with his cock once again.