“How did you get so good at eating pussy?” I blurted out as I subtly tried to ease his mouth back onto my clit.
He gave my nub a single, teasing lash of his tongue. “You really want to know?”
“No…I honestly don’t care…as long as you keep going…”
“You ready to cum, Mom?”
“Yes!” I practically screamed. “I want to cum so bad, honey. Make me cum!”
“Make who cum?” he asked, looking at me over my neatly edged muff with a sly grin.
It took me a second to grasp what he was fishing for.
“Make Mommy cum, honey. Suck Mommy’s cunt and make me cum!”
With that he gladly went back to work. And I wasn’t just playing up his ego – my boy really did know how to eat a pussy. I was expecting the clumsy fumblings I remembered enduring from boys his age when I was a teenager, but he was better than any man I’d been with. Part of it might have been because he was my son, but all I knew was that he was treating my pussy with more caring respect than he had ever shown me.
Jesse was getting his face right in there, not holding anything back. He seemed to be enjoying it almost more than me, which was close to impossible. I humped myself against his mouth, trying to match the cadence of his rapidly swirling tongue. He was able to lick and suck at the same time in a way that had me practically levitating off the sofa. I resisted the natural inclination to let my eyes roll back, and instead focused on watching my son eat me. The sight of his head between my legs only enhanced the exquisite pleasure he was delivering with his mouth. Even if this never happened again, I would always hold onto the memory of him going at my cunt like a starving animal.
“Oh, God…Jesse…I’m going to cum! Oh, sweet fuck, yes!” I held his head tighter, willing him to keep doing exactly what he was doing to my clit for just a few more precious seconds. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on your face!”
In the split second between saying those words and the start of the most intense orgasm I’d experienced in recent memory, I realized there was something Jesse didn’t know about me. It was too late – he was going to have to learn the hard way.
I let out a barking scream, every muscle locked into a hard clench, and a sense of super-charged euphoria seized my entire being all at once. There was no way for me to stop my body from what it was about to do in response to this.
A gush of warm liquid spurted from my pussy and hit Jesse in the face. He backed off a little only to be doused in another jet of lady cum even bigger than the first. My son sputtered and coughed as more of my ejaculate was forcefully propelled from my cunt straight at his chest. I bore down and pushed out the last of my orgasmic fluids, which surged out of me in a viscous upwelling of still more pussy juice. After soaking the sofa, the carpet, and my son from head to crotch, I collapse back onto the sofa. I was drained – literally and figuratively.
“What. The fuck. Was that?” Jesse wanted to know. He sounded more incredulous than upset.
“I’m sorry, honey, I should have warned you. Sometimes I squirt like that.”