Feeling more confident after checking out my own body, I started to get more adventurous with my oral skills. I caught Joel’s gaze in the mirror and started licking the tip of his cock clockwise and counterclockwise, slowly at first, then gradually building speed. After a few revolutions, I changed up my style again – this time, I focused just on the underside of his tip, quickly licking the very sensitive spot where the ridge meets the shaft. He moaned very deeply, almost growling as I did so. Reading his signal – “I don’t wanna cum yet” – I shifted gears again, this time focusing more on his shaft. I licked up and down either side of his shaft, as well as the underside, each time stopping just before the ridge of his cock head. I could feel he was about ready to move on, but before he could, I decided to challenge myself to see just how much of my son’s dick I could take in my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his head once again, I slowly slid my mouth down his head, over his ridge, and down his shaft, watching in the mirror as more than half his cock disappeared into my mouth. Slowly but surely making my way down, I hit my limit at a little over six inches. Still, not a bad effort considering Joel would later tell me that I have a “small mouth for giving blowjobs.”
“Holy fuck yes, Mum,” he groaned as I started sliding my lips back towards the tip. “That felt so goddamn good. Now stand up for me.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t caught off-guard by the slightly commanding tone in his voice, but I did as he wanted and stood up again – I did say tonight was to be all about him. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders while his striking hazel eyes roamed all over my body, from my face to my breasts to my crotch and all over again. Hands on my shoulders, he spun me around slowly. In the mirror, I could see him staring at my back and my butt.
“Jesus, you have a fucking amazing body,” he informed me. “I wanna fuck you so hard; tell me you don’t want it hard, Mum.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine question, or just part of whatever power fantasy he was now acting out, but either way I remained silent. Taking my silence as permission to proceed, he unhooked my bra while kissing my neck. Once I’d removed it properly, he stepped in close behind me. His cock pressed into my back, still wet from my mouth. He brushed my hair to one side and started kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe. I moaned, powerless to resist my suddenly very confident son. Then, with his left hand, Joel started squeezing my breasts while he ran his right hand down over my stomach and grabbed the elastic waistband of my briefs. He slid my underwear down to just above my knees, letting gravity do the rest. I dutifully stepped out of the pile they created with my left foot and used my right to kick them away from us.
“On your knees, Mum; I think we’re both ready now.” I completely agreed, and did as he commanded. I dropped onto my hands and knees, flicking my hair away so it wouldn’t obscure anybody’s view of my body in the mirror. Joel quickly dropped down to his knees as well and, cock in hand, expertly guided himself inside me. It had honestly been more than a decade since I’d done it doggy style. I had never particularly enjoyed it with Mark; the whole thing felt very degrading to me, how I felt like I just had to stay there on my hands and knees while he dominated me, fucking me like a primitive life form. But, somehow, with Joel I didn’t feel that way. It’s hard to pinpoint why; maybe it was because I was genuinely (but happily) thrown by his sudden change in demeanour that night. Or maybe it was simply that I was so incredibly horny, I didn’t care how he fucked me in that moment – I had said tonight would be all about him, after all. Whatever it was, I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
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