I couldn’t lust after my son! It was wrong! Even though he had a fabulous looking cock…
No! “Calm down,” I told myself.
I removed my hand from beneath my skirt and turned back towards the living room. The “GLUCK GLUCK” sound continued faintly and was joined by a muffled moaning sound until I cleared the hallway. I couldn’t believe they’d do that while I was just a few feet away, but I understood the thrill.
I told myself again that I shouldn’t be lusting after Josh and his cock that reminded me so much of George’s.
His girlfriend on the other hand… oh she was gorgeous. I imagined it was me that was holding onto her face and feeding her my massive cock while she fingered herself to orgasm. I’d love to plumb the depths of her eighteen year old pussy and stretch it to accommodate my generous length and girth. She would love the taste of my girl cum, just like me and all the other girls that have tasted it do.
I hadn’t realized I had decided to act on my hastily thrown together plan until I was calling out to my son from the living room.
“Hey Josh, honey?” I said loud enough that they could hear me over the erotic sounds they were producing.
There was no immediate answer, but there was some audible shuffling and cursing.
“Josh, do you have a moment?” I said loudly again while walking towards the bedrooms, letting him hear that I was getting closer.
“Yeah mom, what’s up?” He said, opening his door the rest of the way and stepping into the hallway, blocking my view of his room. Likely giving Claire a little more time to make herself presentable.
His face was flushed and he was breathing a little heavy. I could see the hint of a bulge in his pants, so he must not have been able to finish before I interrupted them.
“Aww, poor guy,” I thought to myself with an evil grin.
“I thought I asked you to leave the door open? And are you wearing a different shirt?” I asked while raising an eyebrow.
“It was open!” He asserted. “And I changed shirts because it’s hot outside and I was sweaty. Did you need something?” He said, trying to change the subject.
More likely he gave Claire his shirt as a quick towel to make her face presentable after being covered in saliva. I let it go but my expression told him I knew he was up to something.
“I know you’re studying, but I need you to run to the store for me. The fundraiser is tomorrow and I need to keep baking. But, I need more brown sugar to finish all the batches I have planned.”
“I thought you said you just went to the store today. You didn’t get any?” He asked.
“I did,” I replied. “But I thought I had more on hand than I do, and I need another package to meet my quota.”
“Come on mom, we really need to study for this final. Can’t you go back and get what you need?” He pleaded.
I had to give him credit. If I hadn’t peeked in on them earlier, I wouldn’t have thought anything was amiss. But I needed him to leave me alone with Claire if my plan was to have any chance of succeeding.
“You’re a straight A student and you’ve helped your friends on the golf team with their math homework. You’re telling me that you need to study to pass this final? I’ll bet you could write that test.”