“Who wants to see my son cum in his mother’s mouth?” There was a chorus of enthusiastic encouragement from the relatively small audience that was still on hand for this incestuous transgression of nature. I was so into sucking Jesse’s cock that I wasn’t even thinking about the money at that point.
I played with his loose-hanging balls as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. Each time his cockhead hit the back of my throat my pussy clenched in response. I wanted his cum, but I didn’t want it too soon. My lips skimmed along the length of my son’s erection, feeling every subtle contour with each quickening pass. I knew none of his inexperienced girlfriends had ever been able to treat his cock with the kind of loving devotion that no one but me could offer him. I was confident that not only was this the best blowjob my boy had ever had, but it was likely to be the best he ever would have. It was a shame that he probably wouldn’t remember it the next day.
He had become quiet as I worked him using my well-practiced oral skills. I risked an upward glance and saw him looking down at me as I bobbed steadily on his cock. Our eyes met. His were on the glassy side, but there was a longing need there that I dearly wanted to fulfill. I’d forgotten that the camera was watching us until I heard the computer jingle with the sound of an incoming contribution to my cause. I didn’t bother thinking about the virtual collection of masturbating onlookers and instead stayed entirely focused on my boy’s hard penis and soft balls.
Jesse made a humming sound that told me he was getting close. I doubled my efforts and sucked even harder. He put his hands on either side of my head and began fucking my mouth. It was almost delicate at first, but it quickly built to a more aggressive pace, each thrust sending his cockhead farther than the one before. It was a good thing I was versed in the art of deep-throating or he would have easily choked me out with his insistent cock.
He grabbed my head tight, curling his fingers into my hair, and gave one last heaving shove. My nose banged against his abdomen and my chin hit his swinging balls. The first two spurts shot straight down my throat. I was able to pull back just enough to catch the rest of his explosive orgasm in my mouth.
“Ahhh, yes!” he yelled out in triumph of his accomplishment. His cock continued to flex and spill more hot semen onto my tongue. My son’s sharp tang flooded my senses and I was once again transported by the impossible reality that I was tasting my boy’s cum.
I eased his hard-on out from between my lips and looked up at him. I opened my mouth and showed him the thick mass of pearly goo on my tongue. His grin faded into confusion. I remembered our audience, and turned to the camera and showed off my mouthful of spunk for them to appreciate. The sound of coins dropping told me my efforts were at least worth something.
“Why ya gotta do that?” Jesse grumbled. He stumbled a couple steps back from me. “Ev’rybody a’ready knows whatta dirty slut y’are, so why ya gotta prove it all a time like that?”