When he grasped her other hand as she attempted to touch herself, the wide-eyed housewife groaned, so near her much needed, “Ohh god baby what are you doing?”
Jason kissed Helen’s hands in his and raised his head to look at her.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Eat you for breakfast,” the teen smirked before firmly licking the entire region with his broad tongue, driving her over the edge.
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“MMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!!”
The muffled sound of a woman’s screams echoed off the walls covered with posters of various movies, metal bands, and video games; the sound permeated the mostly silent room, its only companion the whirring of a ceiling fan that did little to cool its two naked, sweaty inhabitants. A pink robe and black panties littered the floor in stark contrast to the various articles of male clothing.
Jason smiled as warm fluid gushed into his mouth, almost like clockwork. He felt two sets of lips, one wrapped around his tongue and one around his cock, hum and spasm together. His hands kept her bucking hips in place, his fingers making deep indents in the soft flesh of her soft, bountiful ass. The boy expertly optimized his mother’s orgasm, maintaining firm contact while avoiding her over sensitized clitoris.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
As her mind cleared from another toe-curler, Helen glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly noon. She pulled her mouth free from Jason’s cock, which throbbed in the air angrily, as if peeved at losing its warm home.
“Oh shit, Irene! The lunch date! I have to take this,” she exclaimed, grabbing the phone from Jason’s nightstand.
“Let it ring,” Jason muttered, gently kissing her pleasure nub.
Helen shuddered, “B-baby no… I-I have to talk to her. You have no idea how punctual she is.”
He had some idea. The woman was so attached to the scheduler on her smartphone that she’d even programmed in their illegitimate lovemaking sessions. That said, he had managed to make her late to her afternoon book club a few times in their month-long fling, the boy remembered proudly.
“Hey, Irene! How’s it going?” Helen inquired with the best fake enthusiasm she could muster.
His mother on the phone, Jason decided to knock out one of his other fantasies. Smiling devilishly, he returned his mouth to his new favorite fruit.
“Good to hear, yeah I’m doing GREAT!” Helen yelled, surprised.
Jason laughed evilly as he continued his ministrations.
As Irene babbled on, Helen covered the mouthpiece. Her brow furrowed in ecstasy and worry, she looked back at her son, and mouthed, “No!”
“Yes,” he whispered as his tongue massaged the rough groove on her north wall.
“Hello?” the phone asked the silence.
Helen uncovered the phone, “Oooooofffff… y-yeah I-I’m still… here… ohhhhh nnnoooo… I-I d-didn’t… forget… go on.”
Jason introduced one of his fingers to his newest masterpiece. His tongue lashed her nub while his fingers stroked deep.
“Godddd y-you’re rotten… I-Irene? H-half-and-hour? O-ok… uhhhhhhhhh…”