Unspoken Pleasure

After showering, my decision already made, I texted Brandon and said, If you want to come home for lunch I will have it warm and ready.

I stared at my phone for five minutes, waiting for a response that didn’t come. It’s funny how technology has made us expect a response in seconds instead of days or weeks.

I ended up doing housework and it wasn’t another hour before he responded back that he would be coming home for lunch. His actual response was: I’m craving some homemade pie. I hope it will be fresh and warm.

Was he implying he was going to go down on me again? I responded: The pie will be simmering all morning and ready to eat

hole

when you get home.

I couldn’t have been blunter.

I still wasn’t 100 percent sure if I was going to fuck him (although I was 95 percent sure), but the idea was definitely appealing, I decided I was going to dress up for him. I had a dozen Halloween costumes, one a cheerleader’s outfit I’d worn years ago.

I put it on, without bra or panties, and wore my only remaining pair of crotchless pantyhose, which I hadn’t worn in years, and waited for him nervously as if I were eighteen again and waiting for my prom date to pick me up.

He arrived a little after twelve, walked in and saw me standing in the living room posing for him with Pom

Poms and everything.

His response was exactly what I wanted to hear. “Holy shit!”

“Do you like?”

“You look amazing, Mom,” he said, staring at me with the lust I was also hoping for.

“Ready for lunch?” I asked.

“Starving,” he nodded, walking to me, gently pushing me onto the couch and dropping between my legs.

“It’s been marinating all morning,” I purred, as he looked at my already wet pussy.

He didn’t say anything, instead he just buried his face in my wetness.

His tongue was like a lightning bolt of pleasure as he eagerly lapped away. He didn’t have the technique my lesbian college girlfriends had, where they would tease me relentlessly until I would do almost anything (which is how I ended up eating my first asshole, taking my first strap-on up the ass, getting fisted for the first time and seducing one of their mothers at the mother-daughter ball).

But what he didn’t have in anatomy and skill, he made up for with eager ambition.

He licked like it was his last meal.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

And before I even knew what I was saying, I asked, “Do you want to fuck Mommy?”

He stopped.

He looked up, wetness on his lips.

He stammered, clearly astonished by the question, “R-r-really?”

“Baby, I want to be your complete Mommy-slut,” I admitted. “I want to suck your cock a couple times a day, at least, and swallow your yummy cum. But I also want to be your fuck slut. You can eat me whenever you want, but you can also fuck me whenever you want.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned.

“So, I’ll ask again, do you want to fuck Mommy?” I questioned, looking down at him as sexily as I could.

“God, yes,” he responded, back to the star-struck son and not the dominant one who had pushed me onto the couch a couple of minutes ago.

“Pull out that cock,” I ordered.

He stood up and quickly got out of his jeans and underwear, revealing his cock was already ready for action.

“Did Mommy get this big cock hard?” I asked, stroking his mammoth prick in my hand.

“Yes,” he moaned, “now get sucking.”

“Yes, son,” I purred, loving reminding myself of the incestuous act we were committing and loving when he took control.

I then took his cock in my mouth for the third time today. I had already swallowed a load and taken a facial, the third load I wanted deep in my cunt. I’d had my tubes tied years ago because my husband was a pussy and wouldn’t get snipped for me so there was no risk of pregnancy.

I bobbed for only a few seconds, just long enough to make sure he was iron stiff. I then asked, “Ready to fuck Mommy?”

“God, yes,” he answered, his entire body trembling as I stroked his cock. It was adorable to watch his trepidation and innocence.

“Want Mommy on her back or on all fours?” I asked, wanting him to decide the position, trying to give him control.

“How about you stand up and bend over the couch?” he suggested, again shifting from nervous to confident.

“Wherever you want me,” I answered, getting up and moving into position, wanting to make it clear I was his to use as he pleased.

“I can’t believe this,” he repeated, as he took off his shirt.

“What?” I questioned. “That your Mommy is going to take your virginity or that your mother is your live-in cum bucket or that your Mommy will obey any order you give without hesitation?”

“Yes, yes and yes,” he answered, walking over to me wearing only socks.

I hated when a guy wore socks to fuck, but I sure wasn’t going to quibble about minor quirks when I was about to get nine inches of my son’s hard dick for the first time.

“Just slam that big prick up Mommy’s cunt,” I generously offered.

“I can’t believe you’re such a slut, Mom,” he said, moving behind me.

“Are you calling your mother a slut?” I questioned, my tone suddenly stern and motherly.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I just thought,” he instantly apologized. He really was a good boy.

I laughed, feeling guilty for teasing him, “I was joking, honey. I want to be your Mommy-slut.”

He surprised me when I felt a sharp burn on my ass as he spanked me and scolded, “Does Mommy-slut need to be punished for toying with her son?”

I’d never been spanked, but somehow this enhanced the surreal reality of the situation. “Sorry, Mommy is a silly little slut who should know better.”

A second spank on my other ass cheek burned as he agreed, “Silly sluts need to know their place.”

“Yes, baby, Mommy’s place is with her son’s dick in her,” I declared, wiggling my ass.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, again shifting back to dominant mode.

I was impressed he could resist just slamming his dick in me, I mean how many sons would delay the opportunity to fuck their mother? Particularly if that son is a virgin.

So I begged. Partly because he ordered me to and partly because I really wanted that dick in me. I hadn’t been truly fucked in years; sure Martin had made love to me, but he hadn’t just pounded the fuck out of me and used me like a slut in years, in decades even.

“Oh baby, please shove that big fucking dick in and pound your Mommy-slut and use her as your personal cum bucket,” I babbled, wanting his dick in me now and meaning every word I said.

Finally, he did. “Fuck!” I screamed, as nine inches slid inside me as easily as melting butter.

“Oh God,” he groaned the moment he filled me.

“Is Mommy’s cunt nice and warm for you?” I asked, as all nine inches were buried in me.

“It feels so good,” he said, like a kid in a candy store.

“I know,” I agreed. “Now show me what you fantasized doing all those times you jerked this massive fucking pecker thinking about Mommy.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he began fucking me.

“Oh yes, baby, use Mommy, treat her like a cheap slut,” I encouraged.

“Oh fuck, so good,” he groaned, his words sounding like the virgin he’d just finished being, while his body acted like the deep down dominant he was.

“I want you to fuck Mommy’s cunt and come in me,” I told him after a couple of minutes of hard fucking.

“Really?” he asked, actually stopping.

“My tubes are tied, son, you can come in Mommy’s cunt every day,” I revealed, “and there will never be another you.”

“And I’ll come in her mouth,” he added, as he resumed fucking me.

“And all over my face,” I added too, deciding to leave the anal offer for another time, although it was an offer I would definitely be making.