It was a big relief when I heard Jesse pull up. I listened to his heavy footsteps as he came toward my bedroom. They sounded steady. He stopped in my doorway and I turned, trying to look as enticing as I could in my cheesy outfit. Jesse looked at me, trying to gauge my mood.
“Guess we’re doin’ this?”
“Gotta pay them bills somehow,” I answered apologetically.
He looked me over, his eyes lingering in all the places a man’s gaze should. He nodded and went to his room. I let everyone know the show was about to start and got things ready. Jesse came back after a few minutes in a clean pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. The bulge of his package looked big. I could wait to make it bigger.
The two of us worked the crowd until we hit the 300 token threshold, then started the show. We began with some teasing, but that only lasted a couple minutes. I soon had my son’s cock in my hand, and I was able to get him hard in a matter of a few strokes. He was reading what the guys were saying and sometimes answering their questions. It was the first time he seemed to be almost willingly participating. I was surprised when he grabbed one of my tits when a viewer requested it. He did it again a minute later without being prompted, running his thumb gently over my hard nipple. It felt really good, but it would have felt better if it was his tongue instead.
Jesse stood next to me and I tugged his cock casually, playing to the camera. I tickled his balls and touched myself. No one was leaving the room early tonight. Without anyone offering a bonus, I leaned over and kissed the head of his dick, then ran my tongue around it a few times. Jesse didn’t protest or pull away. I took this as permission to go further.
I eagerly took my son’s cock into my mouth and began sucking.
“Okay, so I guess we’re doing this now,” he muttered half to himself.
From the way he said that it made me think he didn’t remember that we’d already done this once before. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t made a stronger impression (even though he was drunk out of his mind), but at the same time I was excited that I was able to give him another first time. I decided to risk a little dialogue.
“You like that? You like the way Mommy sucks your big cock?”
He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. I could see he was torn between hating my tawdry efforts to pander to the crowd, and the genuine pleasure he was receiving from me.
“Yeah, Mom, you’re a real cocksucker. Now shut up and swallow my dick.”
I did as I was told, taking him all the way down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he breathed in awed appreciation. This was all new to him, so he had no idea I was such an accomplished deep-throat artiste. I was sure none of his white-trash floozies could give him that. “Do that again and the show will be over pretty damn quick,” he warned.
I released his long, hard shaft and gave his balls some oral love. I licked and nibbled the delicate flesh of his hairless scrotum. I tongued one of his balls, then took it carefully into my mouth, sucking and tugging on it lightly. I made sure my head was turned so the paying pervs could see everything I was doing.