“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, tongue flickering around his glans while she slowly fisted his cock. Had he always tasted so good or was this some weird side-effect of the pantyhose? The pattern glimmered. It didn’t matter. She began to suckle at the tip of his dick, nursing on the gentle pulses of sweet precum that flowed through the hose. Amanda smeared it all over her lips like lipgloss, then licked it away before stuffing the head back in her mouth, grabbing hold of his shaft with the other hand. It was a two-fist job, she decided, offering her son long, nearly continuous downstrokes while she suckled on his enormous phallus. He squirmed under her ministrations, his own tongue clearly unfocused on the job at hand. Each teasing flicker of her tongue brought a new shudder to her son, and it took a second for him to refocus on her pussy. Amanda stroked him faster, now, tongue swiping back and forth across his pisshole, cleaning away the steady stream of fluid leaking out.
“Mommy’s hose caught you,” she said between laps, “so it’s only fair,” her fingers interlocked in a clasping nylon tunnel around his shaft, “that you spill your seed for mommy’s hose first before you get to cum inside of her. That’s fair, isn’t it?”
Tom’s muffled ‘yes’ was indistinct and slurred.
“Of course it’s fair,” the sizzle of the hose on his cock grew louder. “Whatever I say is fair because I’m your fucking pantyhose queen, aren’t I? I fucking own this cock, don’t I? What I say goes, and you fucking love it, don’t you?”
“God yessss, mom. Mommy.” Tom said, his chin momentarily breaking free of her clasping labia. “I love it. I love you. I love your pantyhose. I love your pussy.” His voice was lost as she pressed herself down on him again.
“Good boy,” she cooed, slurping noisily at the head of his cock, fists pumping hard. “Now be mommy’s good dirty boy and fucking cum for me. Cum for mommy! Cum! Cum! Cum!” Amanda felt every muscle in his body tense and jump as his heels and shoulders dug into the mattress, raising them both into a rigid arc as cum burst into her mouth, filling her tongue with the taste of his final submission to her will. The sheer sense of power over his pleasure sent her careening over the edge a second time, gushing hot pussy cream all over his digging mouth while she eagerly drank down the semen his balls shot across her tongue. Pulling off to let out a scream, she carried on pumping him through his orgasm, watching as each plume of cream burst forth from his pulsing cockhead, fountaning up to splatter down across her knuckles.
“Good boy!” she enthused. “Give mommy all that fucking cream!” This drove a strong spurt up and out of his cock, soaring a foot above the tip before splashing on her forearm. Eventually the spurts subsided to a dribble, then ceased. Tom’s body flopped to the bed, cock beginning it’s long journey to softness. Amanda licked her fingers clean like a cat.
“Mom,” Tom panted, “Mom that was incred-”
“There’s more where that came from.” Amanda scissored her legs, standing. She plucked the cum soaked pantyhose from her son’s cock. “Clean these,” she said, tossing them onto her son’s face. “Clean them and I’ll let you see what’s in here.” His mother scooped up the unopened package of pantyhose and held it up for him to see.