Slut, Milo whispered in her mind. Our dirty slut.
Emilia shuddered with pleasure at the thought. Every inch of her thrilled to this. At licking Jaxton’s dick. At the size, yes, but also at the neatness of him, the carefully trimmed hair, the fresh scent of him, the care he obviously gave himself like Milo. When was the last time Jim had trimmed? When had he ever been so enticing as this young man’s prick?
She traced her tongue up and down the first inch of Jaxton, teasing him, getting him good and hard. Then she explored all the way down to his root, pushing him up towards his belly with one hand while she licked and kissed his length. His balls were fucking huge too. She hesitated at them, but decided if she was in this, she was in it, and ran her tongue along the skin. Jaxton jerked at that, and she grinned to herself. One easy target for her tongue had been found. She sucked that ball into her mouth, whipping her tongue around it, making him rock back and forth in his seat.
Emilia stopped the torture quickly and jetted to his tip, sucking the first half inch into her mouth, bobbing back and forth on that short bit. Just the helm of him was enough to make her have to open wide, and she loved it. Jaxton obviously did too. His tip was already leaking, and the first preview hadn’t even finished yet. He munched away on the popcorn, his eyes never leaving the screen, his hand never touching her. Well, that was just fuel to Emilia’s fire. He’d pay her attention before this was through. Oh hell yes he would.
Her sucking and licking intensified. She knew from experience with Jim and a few other guys that if you wanted a man to come and come fast, it wasn’t deep throating that was going to do the trick, but working their first inch or two. And she worked Jaxton with every trick she had, swirling her head side to side, licking his base, rubbing his tip against the roof of her mouth. She plunged down once, hard, a tease of what was to come, and took him all the way to the tonsils, making him jump again.
The first preview ended. The MILF paused, holding Jaxton halfway into her mouth, looking around, sure someone would say something like, “Oh my God, that slut’s on her knees blowing that man.” But no, there was some light whispers, the usual wannabe theater critics saying, “Oh, that looks good,” or, “Not going to see that.” Christ, she hated going to movies. Then again, if she got more opportunities like this, maybe she’d be a fan in the future.
The second trailer hit with a slow wailing cover of a seventies pop song. She moved again, surging down Jaxton’s cock, tongue whipping across his base. She wanted his come. She wanted it right the hell now. He shifted in his chair. Was that a grunt? She grinned around him and bobbed harder, up and down her son’s friend. God, this was dirty. What was she kneeling on? Pop? Something worse? The thought should have disgusted her and it did, but with it came another surge of pleasure. She glanced left and right. Still no one.
Go for broke.