“I’m going to cum in your mouth, Mom.”
“Get out! Get out now.”
“I’m going to cum in your mouth, ” I said as I closed her laptop, set it on the floor, and pulled Mom up to a standing position.
“This had gone far enough.”
I pulled her close and hugged her. Her satin pajamas felt cool and soft. She pushed gently on my shoulders, and whispered, “No, Eric. Enough.” Her breath was heavy with the wine.
“I’m going to cum in this mouth,” I said, and planted a kiss directly on her lips. She struggled to turn her head, but I turned her head towards me with the light touch of my right hand.
“Please. No,” she whispered.
I kissed her again, Then again. Then I pressed my tongue against her tight lips. “This mouth,” I whispered, and kissed again. The lips weren’t as tight this time. “I’m going to cum in this mouth,” and stuck my tongue more forceably against her lips. They parted and I tasted the wine on her tongue. I swirled my tongue back and forth, and soon hers was also moving.
My hands went to the top button of her pajamas, and hers stopped me. “I’m going to cum in this beautiful mouth, I whispered, and reinserted my tongue. This time there was an eager reception, and her hands fell away from mine.
One button, two buttons-three. And I parted the pajama top and slid it over her shoulders. She let it slide effortlessly to the floor.
I broke our kiss and lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked. Mom whispered a chant of “Oh no… oh no… oh no…”
I swirled my tongue around and around before switching to the other nipple. “You have a talented tongue,” she said, her voice cloudy.
I placed her hand on my cock. Her fist circled it unconsciously and began a rhythmic motion. “It’s sooo thick, so big.” She had rested her head on my shoulder.
As I pushed downward on her shoulders, I said for the last time, “I’m going to cum in your mouth.” Then I added, “Now.”
She looked into my eyes and shook her head “No”-but her legs were giving way, and a second later she was on her knees in front of me. I looked down at the top of head, because she wasn’t looking up at me, she was looking at what she had in her hand-my cock.
Mom brought her mouth forward and stopped about a half inch away. The length of her tongue made up the distance and its tip tasted the juices issuing out of the end.
“Oh my God,” she said, and went to work. There were no preliminaries. Mom sucked the head of my penis into her mouth and then pumped the shaft fast and hard. Less than a minute later, she got her reward: I felt a strong and constant flow of my sperm as it gushed into the warm and wet confines her tight lips were sealing. I grasped a handful of red hair on the back of her head and added little fucking movements of my hips to aid the motion of her hand.
“MOM! I’M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH! SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW IT!” I yelled.
She did. I watched the contortions of her throat. At one point she almost gagged, but caught up with the flow. Her stomach was the the new owner of my cum.
Mom sat back on her heels. Topless. I looked and enjoyed the fact that my beautiful mother had just given me my first blowjob. I couldn’t believe it.