He had become quiet as I worked him using my well-practiced oral skills. I risked an upward glance and saw him looking down at me as I bobbed steadily on his cock. Our eyes met. His were on the glassy side, but there was a longing need there that I dearly wanted to fulfill. I’d forgotten that the camera was watching us until I heard the computer jingle with the sound of an incoming contribution to my cause. I didn’t bother thinking about the virtual collection of masturbating onlookers and instead stayed entirely focused on my boy’s hard penis and soft balls.
Jesse made a humming sound that told me he was getting close. I doubled my efforts and sucked even harder. He put his hands on either side of my head and began fucking my mouth. It was almost delicate at first, but it quickly built to a more aggressive pace, each thrust sending his cockhead farther than the one before. It was a good thing I was versed in the art of deep-throating or he would have easily choked me out with his insistent cock.
He grabbed my head tight, curling his fingers into my hair, and gave one last heaving shove. My nose banged against his abdomen and my chin hit his swinging balls. The first two spurts shot straight down my throat. I was able to pull back just enough to catch the rest of his explosive orgasm in my mouth.
“Ahhh, yes!” he yelled out in triumph of his accomplishment. His cock continued to flex and spill more hot semen onto my tongue. My son’s sharp tang flooded my senses and I was once again transported by the impossible reality that I was tasting my boy’s cum.
I eased his hard-on out from between my lips and looked up at him. I opened my mouth and showed him the thick mass of pearly goo on my tongue. His grin faded into confusion. I remembered our audience, and turned to the camera and showed off my mouthful of spunk for them to appreciate. The sound of coins dropping told me my efforts were at least worth something.
“Why ya gotta do that?” Jesse grumbled. He stumbled a couple steps back from me. “Ev’rybody a’ready knows whatta dirty slut y’are, so why ya gotta prove it all a time like that?”
I swished his seed around in my mouth, then swallowed it down in two gulps. I opened up to show him and the others that I’d taken it all.
“I am a dirty slut, Cody. Your mommy is a dirty slut for her son’s cum. You love it when mommy eats your creamy cum load, don’t you?”
His confusion took on a darker shade. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck me or slap me.
“Cody…? This’s fucked up,” he mumbled and pointed at me. “You are fucked up.”
I didn’t think he’d said it loud enough to be heard, but I hit mute on my mic just in case. He turned and headed for the door, almost tripping as he tried to kick his pants off from around his ankles. The sexual high I had felt a few moments earlier was replaced by the low-down truth of what I was doing. Jesse and I hadn’t been exactly close over the past few years, but there was a better than good chance that this would ultimately drive us further apart. Maybe in ways that could never be fixed.
The cha-ching noise pulled me out of my head and I got off my knees and back up into my chair. BeaverMan had sent over one hundred tokens instead of the fifty he’d offered. Did he enjoy the blowjob that much, or did he just feel bad for me? Either way I wasn’t going to turn it down. I said my farewells, checked my balance, and shut down for the night. The show raked in just over two-hundred all together. After the site took its cut, and I gave Jesse his share, I made a little less than I could have earned for a shift at a McDonald’s register or straightening up clothes at Walmart – of course, that’s assuming I hadn’t been fired from both those jobs in the past year. I needed a drink.
I got dressed. If I hurried I could probably get some drunk old man to buy me a couple shots with the hope of getting into my pants. I pulled on my denim skirt and didn’t bother with panties. I was so wet that I’d just soak through them before I was halfway to the bar anyway. I didn’t want to admit to myself how horny sucking my son’s cock had gotten me. With any luck a few tequilas would erase some of the guilt…at least for a little while.
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I woke up curled on my bedroom floor, a pile of dirty laundry for a pillow. I had no recollection of how I got there. I was naked from the waist down, and my head ached like it was being squeezed between two boulders. From the way my mouth felt like the inside of a lint trap, I had to assume I’d accomplished my mission of getting someone to buy me drinks the night before. I rubbed my eyes until they were slightly less blurry. This was a mistake. It allowed me to see something stuck to my leg.
I peeled off the used condom from the inside of my upper thigh and tossed it aside. I should have been more disgusted, but I was in too much pain for any real emotion one way or the other. The condom brought back the memory of two biker guys. The smell of weed and leather was a potent aphrodisiac to a certain type of woman at last call.
Memories surfaced of being bent over the hood of a car (probably my own) in the parking lot of the bar while the bikers took turns. I could hear echoes of my crazy laugh and my challenges to them to fuck me harder. I winced as I shifted and became aware of one particularly sore area. It would seem that one, or both, of them made use of my back door. I wasn’t above using a dildo up my ass every now and again when I was feeling in the mood, but Jesse’s daddy was the only man I’d ever let fuck me in the butt. Ah, well, I guess I got what I was asking for.
I shuffled to Jesse’s room and checked in on him. He was face down on his bed. He’d managed to get his shirt off, but his boots were still on and his pants were bunched up tight around his ankles. I just stood there staring at the smooth swells of his naked rear end. Even when fully relaxed, the strong lines of his muscled back stood out as alluringly as ever. I wanted to cuddle up beside him and go back to sleep, but I was too filthy for that. As I worked my way toward the shower I tried not to acknowledge the real reason I didn’t do it was that I knew I was in no condition to handle the rejection of being thrown out of my son’s bed.
Even after a shower I still felt less than human. I booted up my computer, but it crashed on the first try. When it locked up on the second attempt I decided it was trying to tell me something. I grabbed a tissue, wiped up the cum that had leaked out of me (guess they had just the one condom between them), and got dressed in the most serious outfit I had. I’d bought it for court the year before, but it would do. I grabbed my purse and headed out to find a real job.
After four hours, three applications, and no apparent interest in hiring me for anything, I headed home before I ran out of gas and ended up stranded. I was tempted by the Thunderbird Lounge on the way home, but knew none of the bar dregs would waste any of their government check buying this old broad a drink in the light of day. Jesse’s truck was gone when I got home.
Back in my bedroom I stripped down to nothing. I looked through my tired collection of cheap lingerie and slipped my bathrobe on instead. I didn’t bother tying it. I sat down and got the computer in gear on the second attempt. I logged in to the cam site hoping to hustle up at least fifty buck or so. After an hour I hadn’t even broken the fifteen dollar mark. Might have been because I wasn’t feeling the least bit sexy, much less horny. The guys might be a mob of basement trolls, but they can sense when you’re not into it at all. I tossed the headset aside and logged off.
I found myself in Jesse’s room. The smell of dirty laundry and cigarette smoke hung in the air along with his unique aroma. A mother always knows her son’s smell. I poked around until I found a half-smoked joint. I sat down on his bed, picked up one of the cheap plastic lighters from his window sill and took a few hits. He’d probably give me shit for smoking his weed, but he was going to give me shit for something no matter what, so why not this?
I lay down on his dirty sheets and wondered when he’d changed them last. I didn’t really care. I liked being in his dirty bed. I smiled when the image of his naked butt came to mind. My body relaxed as the weed began to work its magic. More thoughts of recent guilty pleasures teased me. Was it only yesterday that I had been on my knees sucking my boy’s cock? I hadn’t felt anything that good in a long while. Even when he was choking me with that beast of a dick, it still felt good to me.
My robe was open. My fingers confirmed that I was already wet. I spread my legs and slipped a finger inside. I needed to get fucked. Not like in the parking lot last night, or with one of my many toys, but fucked by a lover. Fucked by someone I cared about, who wanted to make me feel good and who I wanted to please right back. I tasted my fingers. The flavor of my pussy was strong, but there was an underlying hint of a stranger’s semen. I should have been repulsed by that, but it only turned me on more.
I worked my pussy and tits with increasing intensity after that. I writhed on Jesse’s bed, imagining he was there watching me. I finger fucked my hole, rubbed my clit, and pulled my nipples to the point of pain. With no one home I was free to make as much noise as I wanted. It started with moans and turned into cries of pleasure.
“Fuck me!” I said aloud to my son’s empty room. “Tell me you want to fuck this pussy! Say you want it! You want Mommy’s pussy? You want to fuck Mommy’s pussy, don’t you? Fuck me! Fuck me, Jesse! Fuck your mother’s pussy, Jesse! I know you want it! Shove that big cock in Mommy’s cunt, baby! Fuck me! Jesse! Oh…fuuuuuuck…!”
The words seemed to take what would have been a normal orgasm and tripled it. I kicked and twisted and brutally milked my cunt for every last sensation I could force out of it. When I finally went lax the silence was almost surprising. No squeaking bed, no sloppy slapping noises, no desperate screams. Just my rasping breath and my thumping heart. Oh, God. What had I unleashed?
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