When I returned with the beer Francis fumbled with the remote control. I looked at the screen, he was watching Raw. He said he was just checking on the wrestling, that he wanted to watch the movie, but there was an unhappy whine to his voice. We both knew what he wanted, we both knew he wanted me to know what he wanted, he wanted to watch wrestling.
What was the point?
I handed him the beer. “I thought Raw was on Monday night?”
“It is, this is a re-run of one I saw a few weeks back, we get it through the WWE Network. It was a good one.”
“Are you at the beginning?”
“Yes.”
I had lots of time. “Well honey, if it’s one you really liked, why don’t you go ahead and watch. I have a few things I need to do upstairs.”
“You sure you don’t mind?”
I kissed the top of his head, “No dear, I’m fine.”
The light in the upstairs hallway was off, the light in my son’s room off. I flipped my bedroom light on, closed the door, ducked into the bathroom.
Milla, naked, her lean body on full display, was crawling up what I assumed were her son’s legs — my angle cut off his head. She straddled him, took hold of his erection, sank down, her sex engulfed the shaft. When she reached bottom she rotated her hips, moving him around inside, enjoying being stuffed with eager hard dick.
They ground their bodies together, pleasing themselves, pleasing each other. She leaned forward, fed her son a breast. One of his hands was on her back, holding her to him as he worked tit-flesh with lips, tongue, and mouth. I imagined him licking the nipple, rolling it against his teeth. She moved, offered him the other breast, tightened the muscles of her ass, squeezed his cock. He slid his hand down her back, cupped her butt, moved her up and down, his thick erection, shiny with pussy juice, sliding in and out of her.
I touched my breast through my shirt and bra, thumbed the hard nipple. I wanted to be fucked the way William fucked his mother. My son should be taking notes, he could be learning how to do this right.
Milla sat back up, lifted herself off William’s cock, which flopped against his chest, pirouetted around, and moved to the foot of the bed. He followed and, on all fours, straddled him, her face over his cock, and, amazing, in light of his prodigious size, took half of him in her mouth.
I pushed my fingers under my belt and thumbed my clit.
Milla bobbed her head on her son’s dick, ground her small tight ass on William’s face. He, hands on her ass cheeks, ate her with fervid intensity.
Shit, my son was learning from the best.
As their oral assault continued I worked my clit, moved a finger inside myself, then another, found my g-spot. The action next door escalated, two co-ordinated conjoined gyrating bodies rocketing towards mind-bending orgasms. I brought myself to the edge, held myself there, wanting to come when they did. Then William’s head rocked back, he issued an unheard scream, and exploded in his mother’s mouth. Milla’s cheeks bulged, then her cunt erupted. As she issued her own scream cum dribbled down her chin. I twisted my nipple, dug my fingers inside my body, came, muffling my libidinous moan in my shoulder.