“Are you an ass slut too?” he asked, a little surprised.
“I’m a three-hole fuck slut for a man who knows how to take what he wants, and if you need parental permission young man, I hereby grant you carte blanch!” I answered, before devouring his cock again.
“Oh God, Mom, you’re so full of surprises,” he groaned.
As I bobbed, he began bucking his ass up.
I gagged a couple of times before I got used to his almost eight inches tickling my tonsils.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to come down your throat, you cum-hungry Mommy-slut,” he warned, which I appreciated.
I wanted his cum.
I needed his cum.
But I wanted to be ready for it. There’s nothing worse than wasted cum.
I bobbed faster.
He bucked rougher.
He came.
Cum exploded into my mouth and glided down my throat.
I swallowed every drop as he quit bucking and I slowed down and used my lips to milk out every drop of his tasty seed.
Fuck, I loved being used like that.
“That was amazing,” he said a minute later as I still nursed his cock… which, to my surprise, was still hard.
“Totally,” I agreed, allowing his cock to slip out.
“Come sit on my face,” he said.
“Mmmmmm,” I purred, something I’d done to Abby very recently… grinding on her face to a glorious orgasm.
“I’m hungry,” he said, as I moved to him.
“Or lazy,” I teased, as I straddled his face.
“I’ll show you how lazy I’m not in a little while,” he said, as I lowered my pussy onto my son’s mouth.
“Mommy’s homemade treat is always warm and ready for her baby boy,” I said, as he began licking.
“So good,” he complimented again in a muffled voice.
“For me too,” I moaned, as his tongue explored me.
His tongue felt great… as he probed… licked… sucked.
My orgasm was building… yet I wanted more.
I wanted that cock inside me.
I said, getting off his face, “Mommy needs your cock inside her now.”
“You want your son’s cock deep in that cunt?” he asked, as he sat up.
“I’ve never needed a cock deep in my cunt more than I do yours right now,” I said, desperate to have that happen.
He pushed me onto my back, and I accidentally grazed a nylon-clad foot against his balls.
“Oh that feels so nice,” he said, as I’d unintentionally delayed the fucking I craved. But I was here to serve.
“Mommy can give you a nice nylon foot job,” I offered, as I moved both of my feet to his cock.
“Oh, this is new,” he said.
“No other bimbo slut has done this?” I asked, deliberately including myself in the lowly category.
“Nope,” he said, as I smoothly stroked the soles of my feet up and down.
“What a shame,” I smiled.
“Indeed,” he said, “fix it, Mommy,” as he stared at my feet and at my cunt, which was wide open and silently but wetly calling for his cock.
After a minute or two, he said, “I could let you do to this all day, but I have something else I need to do.”
“Become a literal mother fucker?” I asked crudely, but in the sexiest voice I could.
“Exactly,” he said, as he lifted my ass up, slid a pillow under me, pulled my legs together, positioned himself above me and… paused.
“Oh please, son, fuck your Mommy,” I screamed to the heavens.