With his dick on her mind, Lori decided that she would like a taste.
Pushing against him popped her free of his griping arm, but he let her go only reluctantly, holding her tight being a whole lot of fun. She sank right to her knees, which forced him to let go of her butt as well. He didn’t complain however as he had figured out what she had in mind just as soon as she dropped.
Grabbing hold of the sides of his shorts and boxers both, she hauled both down at the same time and laughed when his hard cock sprang out at her face as if trying to leap down her throat. With his clothes down to about the middle of his thighs, she surrendered them and moved both of her hands to his manhood.
Her son let out what could have been credibly described as a growl as she held his shaft in one hand, his balls in the other.
Lori knew from experience what her son liked and she was only too happy to give it to him with all of the skill and precision of a seasoned whore, and the enthusiasm and passion of a lover.
As Mark had told her plenty of times, she was an artist at this.
Her tongue worked it’s way over every last inch, one moment stroking and caressing and the next lashing. She jerked the rod slowly at times, quickly at others, and sometimes was even still, but her hand never left that rod. Her other hand worked his nut sack, cupping it and fingering it. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed him, demonstrating to him that she had learned how to deep throat. Moving her head back and forth slowly, moving her head back and forth quickly, she paid attention to the noises he was making to keep track of where he was as she brought him closer and closer to his climax.
And all the while, she kept her eyes turned upwards so that she could look at him.
There was nothing more intense and erotic so far as Mark was concerned than looking down into his mother’s eyes, watching as she sucked on his cock – no, watching as she thoroughly enjoyed sucking on his cock.
As the inferno flared up wildly and he found himself unable to contain it anymore, he reached out for her again with both hands, one hand cupping her chin while the other landed on top of her head. Her eyes still holding his, she was still now at long last as she recognized what was about to happen, dropping her hands to grab and hold her own breasts.
He would fuck her face now. He would fuck his own mother’s face.
No matter how many times he did it, he could never get over just how wild and thrilling it was to do something so forbidden with the woman who gave birth to him just over two decades ago.
Shifting his feet to better brace himself, he began moving his hips, pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. His strokes were slow and steady at first, but he was far too close to coming now for that to last for very long. Soon enough, he was almost a blur as he shoved himself all the way down her throat, withdrew until only the fat head was still between her lips, and then did it again. She knew how to do this without choking or gagging, without being hurt in any way whatsoever, and so she was able to sit tight and ride it out.