We fell into a steady rhythm and were soon rounding the home stretch. Jesse rocked slightly in harmony with my bobbing head. He made encouraging sounds while my staccato moan was muffled by his thick cock pumping in and out of my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Mom!” he exclaimed in a strangled cry. “Suck it…don’t stop…suck me!”
He backed his cock off and spewed his warm semen into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow it…don’t…” He couldn’t finish as his body shuddered with the power of his orgasm and more of his seed spilled onto my tongue.
He grunted and shook a few more times, his cock pulsing with each spasm, and then he was quiet for a few moments. He pulled his penis from between my lips, and I waited not knowing what was next. He looked down at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“Let me see,” he said simply.
He’d seemed so put off by this when I did it before in front of the camera, but I did as he asked. I opened my mouth and displayed his load covering my tongue and pooling at the back of my throat. His thumb traced over my lips as he gazed down at me.
“That’s gotta be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My own mother with a mouthful of my cum.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You like how it tastes?”
I nodded.
“You want to eat it?”
I nodded again.
“Go ahead, Mom, let me see you swallow it.”
I was in no rush. I took it down a little at a time, savoring each swallow and taking great delight in the lustful look on my son’s face. I opened up and showed him that I’d finished it all.
“God, you are the nastiest bitch I ever seen.” It was said as a compliment rather than an insult.
For a moment I thought he was going to lean down and kiss me. My heart leapt at the possibility, but instead he took a step back. He was probably coming to his senses now that he’d busted his nut. I expected him to tell me what a filthy slut I was and leave me there feeling like the piece of shit that I truly was. I certainly wasn’t expecting what actually came next.
“Open up your robe,” he said in an even tone that showed how confident he was that I wouldn’t argue. I paused, not convinced I’d heard him right. “Go ahead.”
I pulled the sash, untying the tight knot that held my robe closed. One half of it fell away, revealing my nakedness underneath. I slowly pulled back the other side, exposing myself completely. Jesse’s eyes roamed over my sagging tits, the middle-aged roundness of my belly, and settled on my thick tuft of curly hair.
“Spread your legs.”
I knew I would do what he wanted, but he must have noticed my questioning look.
“I want to see your pussy, Mom,” he offered as an explanation. “Show it to me.”
I had no reason to deny him. He’d seen it before. I was actually eager to show it to him again, if that’s what he wanted. I opened my legs, knowing he’d be able to see my wetness leaking freely. I knew he enjoyed watching me masturbate, so I assumed that this was where we were headed. My clit ached to be touched, but I waited for him to ask for it.
He stared at me down there for a long while. I was dying to know what was going through his head.