Unspoken Pleasure

Summary: A

Cum addicted Mom takes her son’s virginity.

It was morning, I told Martin I was going for a run, something I would occasionally do in the mornings, and instead snuck into Barry’s room where I crawled under the sheets and took his completely flaccid cock into my mouth as he slept.

I loved the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth.

The power!

The sensation of feeling its state alter in my mouth.

It was one of the most awesome things about cock sucking and my favourite, second only to the moment when I received the cum I craved.

Other than my husband, I had never woken someone up with a morning blow job, so this was exciting. Listening to him stirring and making soft whimpers was exhilarating as I imagined how I was changing the dream he was having.

In no time his cock was hard in my mouth. I just kept slowly bobbing as the softest of moans escaped his lips.

After a couple of minutes, instead of incoherent moans he began talking, “Oh yeah, Mom, take my cock. Be my three hole cum slut.”

My eyes went big.

Was he still dreaming?

Or was he slyly letting me know he wanted to fuck me? And not just fuck me, but fuck all three of my holes.

I hadn’t been ass fucked since college, as back when we were dating, Martin thought it was disgusting when I suggested it … unlike a few of my previous dominant or wild boyfriends who loved reaming my asshole and coming inside it.

I had really enjoyed being ass fucked… giving myself completely to a guy, to cock, is the ultimate submissive experience… and in many ways the opposite of sucking cock where I was in charge.

As I kept bobbing, he moaned, “Oh yeah, take it all, my Mommy-slut.”

Thinking he was awake, and my cunt gushing at being called a ‘Mommy-slut’, I began bobbing faster.

“Oh, yeah, take it all, Mommy-slut. Show me you’re worthy of my cum,” he groaned.

I bobbed furiously, indeed wanting to show him I was worthy of his cum and wanting a creamy homemade breakfast.

“Don’t stop, you cum hungry Mommy-whore,” he ordered, as he was definitely awake and proved it by grabbing my head and shoving my mouth all the way down to his base. As he held me there I realized he was making it impossible to obey his order. Instead, I focused on breathing through my nose as I held his nine inches deep in my throat.

It had been years since I’d been used like this… sure I was frequently face fucked in glory holes, but the wall stopped this kind of forceful domination. I had loved being used in college, loved being dominated, and finally after almost two decades of being denied maybe I’d at last found a dominant man to use me… right here in my own home.

He let go and I instantly resumed bobbing, as he moaned, “Now get me off, Mom.”

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and wheedled, looking up at him, “Am I not your Mommy-slut?”

“Do you want to be?” he asked, his confidence of seconds ago seemingly gone.

“Twenty-four seven,” I smiled, as I took his cock back in my mouth and furiously bobbed, wanting to show him my oral expertise and my willingness to be a cum hungry Mommy-whore.

“Oh yes, Mom, suck my big cock, be my Mommy whore, swallow my load,” he babbled, clearly less confident awake than when he was dreaming, as each of his exhortations sounded forced.

I kept bobbing and a few seconds later I retrieved my breakfast. I eagerly swallowed the entire load, as it exploded into my mouth, slid down my throat and warmed my belly.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Brandon said, reverting back to his normal shy self.

“Honey, don’t be sorry,” I smiled, stroking his cock slowly. “I love that aggressive side of you.”

“You do?” he asked, looking so adorably innocent.

“Mommy likes to be treated like a slut,” I admitted.

“You do?” he asked again, clearly bewildered.

I nodded, “Mommy-slut really does.” I then asked, “Do you really fantasize about Mommy as your three-hole fuck slut?”

“Yes,” he whispered, seemingly ashamed to admit it.

“Brandon,” I said softly, as I moved up to him, my eyes meeting his, as I asked sincerely, yet wickedly, “Do you want Mommy to be your Mommy-slut?”

“Yes,” he trembled.

I was considering just straddling my son’s cock and riding him right there and then, but I was brought back to reality when there was a knock on the door.

“Get up, Brandon, I’m out of here and your mother is out for a run,” Martin said.

“Okay,” Brandon squeaked, his eyes going as big as saucers, as catlike, I quickly and silently rolled off the bed.

“Have a good day,” Martin said, opening the door.

I remained lying on the other side of the bed… terrified of getting caught.

“You too,” Brandon said.

Martin laughed at his son’s visible erection, “You probably need to do something with that.”

Brandon replied awkwardly, “It has a mind of its own.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“They all do,” Martin said, oblivious to why his son’s cock was hard.

I remained frozen… for another minute… until Brandon said, “He’s gone.”

I sat up, suddenly riddled with guilt and stammered, “S-s-sorry to make you lie for me.”

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged, even though the look on his face said he was terrified, even as we heard the front door slam closed.

Unable to resist, and hunger quickly superseding guilt, I dropped back to my knees and said, “Oh, this baby is a big deal all right.”

“Mom,” he groaned, as I took his cock back into my mouth. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I knew he was right, we’d been seconds away from getting caught, yet my lust for cock and cum, both of which were readily available right in front of me, overruled common sense. I bobbed for thirty fast and furious seconds and then asked, “Do you want your Mommy-slut to stop?”

I hadn’t anticipated he would say yes, but I wasn’t expecting his reaction, as he grabbed my head, shoved his cock deep into my mouth and began roughly face fucking me as he said, “You want to be treated like a cum hungry slut mother, then I’ll treat you as one.”

As his nine inches tickled my tonsils, and his balls bounced off my chin, I moaned in response, wanting him to know I agreed whole-suckingly (a word I just made up, I hope it catches on) to being his cum hungry mother slut.

“Oh yeah, Mom,” he continued, becoming a dominant man before my eyes, and in my mouth, “I’m going to fuck this mouth and cum down your throat every day.”

I wanted to ask, ‘Only once?’ and “What about Mommy’s cunt?’ but my mouth was rather busy taking nine inches. So I again moaned in response, hoping to have my moans speak volumes.

For the next few minutes I was face fucked. His balls were bouncing off my chin like it was a hard-court floor and he was dribbling all over the place before going for the game-winning slam dunk.

The entire time my cunt was on fire as I imagined allowing him into a second of my holes. The idea of him slamming that massive cock in my cunt from behind, or me straddling him and furiously riding it or any plethora of deep fucking positions was making my cunt leak. Yet, even as I pondered this, I wondered if I could fuck him.

Oral sex was incest too, but giving him my cunt was a whole different level of sin… one that at this moment I was tempted to offer. The idea of incest was a bizarre turn on, but nine inches of massive dick was almost impossible to resist even if he was my son.

I was pulled out of my sick, twisted fantasy as he pulled out and asked, “Does my cock sucking Mommy-slut want a hot facial?”

Of course I preferred swallowing every load he was willing to donate to me, but wanting indeed to be the perfect Mommy-Slut, I replied, as I watched him stroke his cock, “Yes, son, coat Mommy’s face with your hot cum.”

A few furious strokes later and a grunt and my face was drenched with my son’s hot cream.

Rope after rope shot out of his cannon and plastered my face, my mouth and eyes closed.

Once the load finished splattering my face, my left eye unscathed this time, I opened it and took his cock back into my mouth in hopes of extracting any last remnants of his creamy cum.

I sucked lavishly for a minute or two before he said, “Shoot, I’m going to be late.”

His cock was pulled out of my mouth and I smirked, “Looks like you shot right on time to me.”

I then scooped a wad of cum off my cheek and put it in my mouth as he acknowledged, “Mom, you’re insatiable.”

“God, your cum is yummy,” I purred, scooping more of his load into my hungry mouth.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I think my cum-coated face proves we are,” I replied back, scooping more cum.

He headed to shower, I dressed and made us breakfast.

We ate together where we talked about school and other generic things, with no evidence of what transpired fifteen minutes earlier… except for some remnants of cum still on my face.

After he left, I went and showered and pondered what to do next.

I now had a live in cum machine where I could satisfy my cravings pretty much anytime I wanted.

I should have felt guilt over my actions, but instead I felt calm. Glory holes had always been risky, both for getting caught and for catching a disease (it’s a miracle I hadn’t with all the cocks I had sucked).

So, in reality, by sucking my virgin son I was protecting myself from potential disease and also from getting caught.

Plus, I would do anything to make my son happy and this definitely made him happy.

The real question was should I take his virginity? The idea was both incredibly exciting and also a bit nerve-wracking.

On the incredible side, taking someone’s virginity had always been a fantasy of mine.

Plus, the idea of having a big dick available not only to get my daily cum, but also to pound the shit out of me was equally appealing.

Maybe I could finally come from sex with another person. That hadn’t happened since I was in college and was gangbanged by four guys: two who had big dicks that really pounded the living shit out of me (literally as I was air tight with three cocks drilling me simultaneously most of the time). My husband was a good man, but not a great lover and clueless when it came to sexually pleasing me.

As for nerve-wracking, a guy’s virginity is special, and losing it to your mother was possibly incredibly unique; it sure wouldn’t be something you could tell anyone.

It was obviously illegal. Although so was sucking my son’s dick and nothing had ever turned me on like that in my life and I have done some pretty wild things.