“Hoaaa, okay.” I felt him throb underneath my Mommy whore grasp, gripping the table and nodding at me with an unseen tension. My son was feeling his first female hand on his dick, and I was about to use that to my advantage. Sadly for him, I wasn’t stopping small, I had big plans today.
“Hehe, you think you can enjoy this from me?” I asked, knowing damn well he was losing his mind, while squeezing gently and rubbing him up and down. “From your sexy mom?”
“Yes! Oh!” He hissed, trying to stare down my shirt while I jerked him, and I wasn’t having any of that shy nonsense. I leaned forward just right for him to see my big Milf chat milkers he once nursed on. They’re open, I’ve got on a tight black bra that makes my breasts look about half as big normally but from his view, he got a valley of glee.
“Oh god.” He whispers, reverence catching his tone and hushing it. “Mom, you’re so…!”
I interrupted him, pressing my lips against his until he shut up for a second. Hot as this was, the least thing I wanted was for one of the neighbors to hear and cause problems. Nosy bastards. I dove into his mouth, battled his tongue, pushed him into submitting and jerked him one final time, feeling his throbbing need pour a river of pent-up mommy lust right onto my fingers. I pressured him while he came, held his attention hard despite wringing him. He was mine now, as much my toy as my wonderful son. I was about ready to change my tactic, and give into my urges and show him what a Mommy sucking dick really looks like. I’d be wrapping my lips around the cock I made and digging in..