With that, I undid his button and pulled his zipper down. I slid his pants down, and took a moment to enjoy the sight of his already-hard cock straining against his briefs. He wore a red pair, and I could easily make out the shape of his erection against the bright fabric. As enjoyable as that sight was, I was too eager to see the rest of the show. I pulled his underwear down, careful not to snag his dick on the way down. Then I was face-to-face with my son’s thick, eight-inch erection. As a rule, I’m against circumcision, but somehow it looked really good on Joel; his purple head stood proudly pointing at the ceiling, with the beginnings of his natural lubricant starting to form right at the tip. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed to be less than an inch long, just before the hairs started curling. His balls hung below his cock, with wiry pubes sparsely covering his ball sack. Evidently, he’s too scared of what a wrong move with a razor or scissors would do to him, so he just leaves that bit au naturale.
I know it sounds like I just stared at his crotch for ages, soaking in every detail, but I don’t think I lasted more than five seconds once I’d removed his underwear. I wrapped my right hand around his nice, thick base to keep it still while I readied my mouth to take him inside. I licked my lips, partly for show and partly to moisten them, opened my jaw wide, and then my son’s cock was in my mouth for the first time. I let about 3 inches in my mouth and touched my tongue to the underside of his dick, then moved my head back and forth, sliding my lips and tongue up and down on Joel’s purple head. Looking at the spectacle in the mirror, Joel groaned in delight as he watched his mother’s head bobbing up and down on his cock as I started to give him oral pleasure.
Jesus, when was the last time I’d had Mark’s cock in my mouth? Joel was probably still in primary school. Even though I was so very out of practice, I don’t think it ever showed. I picked up the motions and the tongue positions as though I’d never stopped giving head. I closed my eyes and moaned as I tasted my boy’s cock, relishing the naughty salty-sweet flavour of his precum. Wait, why close my eyes when I could be enjoying the sight as much as he is? I opened my eyes and looked across to the mirror and saw us there, him completely naked and with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I looked at his butt in the mirror, and felt disappointed with myself for never having noticed it before. So very firm, and barely any hair on it. I lifted my lazy left hand from where it was resting on his calf and moved it to its new home on his right butt cheek and squeezed it. I massaged his butt like he massaged my boobs – rhythmically, in perfect sync to my mouth movements. Back to the mirror, I also had trouble taking my eyes off myself, as conceited as that may sound. Instead of my usual t-shirt bra, I was wearing my black lacy balcony bra and the matching bikini briefs it came with. The bra helped give my breasts a much nicer, more spherical shape and in addition to giving me great cleavage, the balcony cut also served to accentuate my flat stomach. Kneeling in front of my son, my lacy briefs also helped lift my butt, making my cheeks look much more perky than they usually do. Seeing myself in that light, I finally did start to see that Mark couldn’t be turning me down because of my looks.
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