“I’m willing to take the risk.”
A barely discernable smirk flashed across Mom’s face.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
She took another small step closer, then knelt down in an impressively graceful motion. My cock felt like it got even harder in response to her sudden proximity, though that could have been my imagination.
From my new top-down vantage point, I could see directly down the front of Mom’s apron. Her cleavage was so tantalizing, and only the promise of something more interesting in my near future kept me from trying to get a quick feel in. The anticipation was killing me.
Mom reached for my belt in a slow, deliberate movement. She looked up at me as she undid my belt and pants. Somehow she looked younger and more innocent from that angle, and it was driving me wild. She pulled my pants down and I stepped out of them. My erection was even more prominent with only my boxers covering it, and it was pointing directly at her. She seemed nervous, but determined as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my underwear and tugged them down my legs.
Mom sucked in a sharp breath as my cock sprang free. It was fully hard and mere inches away from her face. There was a definite glint of lust in her eyes. I felt her warm breath caress my sensitive skin, sending a shiver of excitement up my spine. She leaned forward and hesitated for a second before sticking her tongue out and licking a drop of precum off of the tip of my erection.
“Oh god, Mom,” I breathed.
“Was that okay?” she asked.
“Is that a serious question?”
“I guess not.”
She smiled and licked me again. Her wet, nimble tongue traveled across the underside of my shaft several times before she moved in for more. Her lips parted and engulfed the head of my cock. Somehow she maintained eye contact as she took me in her mouth. It may well have been the sexiest thing I’d ever watched.
I groaned as Mom put her hands on my hips and bobbed her head forward. My cock slid across her lips and tongue as she took me deeper inside her. I had to take a half-step backward to support myself on the counter. She was quick to follow me, and my cock never left her mouth.
“So good,” I whispered.
“You like that?” she asked, briefly trading her mouth for her hand.
“It feels amazing.”