She glanced up at him and smiled. His head was tilted upward, eyes scrunched up closed, and his fists tightly holding the closest piece of bed sheet. His “Ohhhhhhhh, fuck! Mom!” was a raunchy tune to her ears.
Mag removed her mouth from Richie’s schlong, a loud and wet smack punctuating the separation. She looked up him, her eyes burning with 3rd degree lust, and stroking his meat with her fist.
“You like mommy sucking you? Ah, Richie?”
“Oh yes!”
“Does mommy suck you good? Does she suck you better than those college co-eds?” She hastened her fisting, watching her son tremble and shake with pleasure.
“Oh shit, YES!” he croaked.
“Are you sure?” She now was briskly rubbing her still-cupped hand over the sensitive cock crown.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Hmmm. Good.” She paused speaking, her hand back to rubbing the pulsating, desirous, and frenzied shaft.
“Are you going to let another girl suck your cock, Richard?”
Richard?’ What the fuck?! He wondered.
“No, no!”
“Excellent!” she hissed. “Who owns your cock?”
“You do, Mom.”
“How about your balls?” she further teased.
“You do, Mom!” This time he sounded a bit desperate.
“How about your whole body?”
“YOU DO, MOM!” The son was now fully desperate.
She had a huge Kool-Aid grin on her face and triumphantly surmised, “Good.”
And with that she engulfed his anxious dick back in her mouth and resumed sucking him. Mag feasted on her son’s dick, making loud slurping noises, the glistening shaft slipping in and out of her overcharged mouth. She worked it like a BBQ rib.
“Hmmm, son! I LOVE the taste of your cock!” she purred before licking along the pulsating blue vein. Before deep throating him again, she made a salacious declaration.
“Your mom loves sucking your cock, Richie!”
Before he could even get the groan out, he felt his penile tip hit the back of her throat. Then there was a sensation on his rod: it was wet, moving gradually then quickly, and was categorically magnificent. He looked down and saw his beautiful, oversexed mother bobbing her head up and down like a porn queen.
“Suck it! Suck it, Mom! Suck meeeeee!”
The blonde, turned on by his leaking pre-jizz and his X-rated cheer, greedily did as she was told. She slurped, nursed, and inhaled his manhood, relentlessly and whorishly.
If someone had told Mag yesterday that she would be blowing her son, she would have slapped them. If someone had told Mag yesterday that she would blowing her son AND enjoying it, she would have decked them. But now? The wanton parent now desired nothing more than to suck the stiff, tasty prick harder and harder. She was almost gagging as her lust urged her to push her face closer to his crotch and swallow as much of the luxurious dick as possible.
For a while it was just her mouth pleasuring the Adonis. Then her hand joined in. While her tongue swirled around the purple helmet, bathing it in saliva and ecstasy, the fingers of her right hand wrapped themselves around the frantic, vivacious shaft and began pumping it.
Bells and whistles started going off in Richie’s head. His mother’s oral proficiency was bringing on his orgasm faster than a rush-hour train. He wasn’t sure if Mag swallowed or not, so he moaned his warning.