“Ah fuck. We’re home,” he answered frustrated.
“So soon?”
“Yeah, time flies when you’re having fun, huh mom?”
I just smiled a devious little smile for him, and kissing him one last time on the head, I sat back down next to him and pulled my shirt down.
“Ah Ma, don’t”
“Jack, honey, I’m not getting out of this limo with my tits sticking out. It’s bad enough you’ve seen them, I’ll be damned if the limo driver does.”
“Pity.”
“And you better put that away,” I said referring to his erect cock.
“God, I have no luck.”
As Jack dealt with the driver, I ran into the house in sheer panic, because suddenly I realized that we would be all alone in the house, a house with four bedrooms and there would be no teasing anymore.
But as I got into the living room, I just stood there paralyzed with trepidation. Playing kissy face and giving him a little head was one thing, but I knew that he would want more, much more. How stupid was I to let it go this far. Would I really fuck my own son?”
And then he was at he door with a wild look in his eyes, those intense, baby blue, bedroom eyes.
He didn’t say anything, he just closed the front door and as I meekly backed away from him, he walked slowly, determinedly towards me. As if in a dream he was upon me, and before I could react, he was kissing me as he then had my blouse up and over my head and my skirt down by my ankles.
“Mom, I want you so bad,” he said in that breathy voice, and then I was up in his strong arms and he was carrying me naked, except for that shoestring of a thong, up our stairs and into his bedroom.
It was like a scene from a bodice ripper as he threw me on his bed and then started to disrobe.
“Jack, this has gone too far,” I pleaded stupidly. Wasn’t it going too far when I let him kiss me, when I took my bra off in that strip club and paraded around braless for him, when I gave him a lap dance in the back seat of that limo, brazenly showing off my tits, and then ultimately giving him head?
“You’re naked and in my bed, Ma. This has just begun.”
“Oh Jesus, Jack,” I said as he descended on top of me, the two of us naked except for some dental floss that I was wearing for underwear.
He was between my legs, his cock as hard as a rock, kissing my mouth, my neck, my tits, and then easing himself down my body, he was kissing my stomach, and then pulling that dental floss aside, he was kissing my nether lips. All I could do was moan and run my fingers through his hair as his tongue found my clit.
God, he was good. He knew just what to do, what I wanted. He licked, kissed and sucked, only to stop to kiss my thighs as I subsequently cried in protest at his teasing.
“Jack please,” I heard myself pleading. The woman who just minutes before was pleading for him to stop, was now beseeching him to ravage her.
And then he was back at it, my hands on the back of his head so that he couldn’t get away again. And as he took me to heights I haven’t reached in so long, I heard someone screaming in ecstasy, and it was me.
Wave after wave of incredible orgasm crashed over me as my son licked my pussy.