I did just that.
The adoring look on his face made me feel good all over. I know what I was doing was wrong in every way imaginable, but these fleeting moments of connection with him were worth violating all the rules of propriety. There was a love there that was otherwise denied to me. No matter what hateful things he said to me for whatever reason compelled him, I would always know that buried underneath the venom was the primal love that every son has for his mother. If sucking his cock and spreading my cunt was my only way to tap into that feeling then so be it.
We watched each other masturbate for a while, neither of us ruining the moment with words. We were both going easy on ourselves. This wasn’t a race to orgasm, but rather a prolonging of a rare pleasure few mothers and sons ever share. Jesse reached over and lightly pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. He gave it a little tug with a slight twist. I pulled the frilly bra down, letting my tits sag naturally. My son cupped one of my breasts, massaging it with a steady hand. He was doing it purely for his own pleasure, but I was getting just as much, if not more, out of it as he was.
“Je…ah, Cody?”
“Yeah?”
I reached over and hit mute. “Jesse, I was thinking that we could make a lot more money if…”
“If what?”
“If maybe you licked me…you know, down there?”
He glanced down at my pussy and the dark clouds were back in his expression.
“Did someone make an offer?” He looked at the message window to see for himself.
“No, but I seriously think we could double our profits if we kicked it up a notch.” I could tell he wasn’t buying it.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“The more money we bring in, the more you put in your pocket.” I desperately wanted to convince him any way I could. “You know your insurance is coming due on the truck next month. You’re going to need at least three-hundred bucks if you want to keep your baby on the road.” That seemed to stir him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he swore. Jesse stood there holding his cock, working through it all. I knew he was trying to convince himself there had to be another way, but in the end he gave in to the easy money right in front of him like I knew he would. “Okay, fuck it, whatever.”
“I’m going to play it up, so just go along with it and don’t get your panties in a twist.” I un-muted as he shot daggers at me with his eyes. He could be upset at me all he wanted, as long as I got what I needed. “Looks to me like my boy wants to know what Mommy tastes like.”
I slid two fingers inside myself and drew them out. I let the camera see that they were loaded with a thick coating of my sex honey. I reached up and touched them against Jesse’s lips. I was hoping he’d open up and suck my fingers, but I had to settle for smearing my juices over his closed lips.
Turning to the camera, I said, “Any of you want to see my son lick his mommy’s pussy for the first time?” There was a chorus of eager affirmations in the text window. “Okay, then, put your money where his mouth is,” I quipped nonsensically. It did the trick. The tokens poured in.
I leaned back in my chair and patted my pussy while looking up at my son. “Why don’t you come down here and give your mama a juicy kiss?”
Jesse braced, probably reminding himself that he was doing this for his precious pick-up truck, and knelt down between my wide spread feet. I teased my clit and lips enticingly as he contemplated my pussy.
“You know you want it, son,” I cajoled him softly. I pulled the hood back away from my hard clit. “Put your mouth right here and give Mommy a nice little suck.”
He leaned in, then hesitated.
“Or would you rather taste this?” I spread my vagina open. “You want to slip your tongue in there? Right into the place you came out of?”
He backed off suddenly. I’d said the wrong thing. His face was a storm of conflicting emotions.
“Fuck this shit,” he spat out angrily as he stood. “I ain’t putting my mouth on that skanky gash of yours. Who knows where that fucking thing has been!” He snatched his boxers up off the floor as I lunged for the mute button. “Probably been a hundred dripping dicks in that prick hole of yours, and who knows what else.” He swept out of my bedroom, his hard cock bouncing wildly in front of him as he went.
That certainly went south quickly. I couldn’t be too angry with him since what he’d said was more or less true. I should have waited until he had a few drinks in him before trying that stunt. I took a deep breath and turned to face the anonymous angry mob. Most demanded their tokens back, which I regretfully did, but a few were willing to accept an alternate show involving a lot of ass-to-mouth dildo action. I managed to make it through, but my heart just wasn’t in it.
Beaverman415 was the last one to leave. He’d been silent the entire night, and exited the room without a word.
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Even though the last show had taken and ugly turn, we still made enough to put us only two months behind on the mortgage. That was something at least. I juggled my tits for the three lurkers in my preview room, pulling one of my floppy jugs up and licking a nipple as seductively as I could manage after more than an hour of trying unsuccessfully to lure someone into a private show.
I slumped back in the chair dejected. I certainly wouldn’t pay good money to see my sorry ass go through the motions, why would they? An electronic door slammed to confirm my thought.
Jesse hadn’t come home last night after he’d freaked out and left in a huff. His mouth had been so close to my pussy I could almost feel it. I tried not to think about the sensation of his warm breath down there. Just when it seemed like he was okay with what we’ve been doing, he came to his senses and realized how disgusting it really was. How disgusting I really was.
I suppose that should be the normal response when a son is confronted by the idea of sex with his own mother. I knew perfectly well it shouldn’t feel as natural to me as it does. I should be just as repelled by the thought of performing oral sex on my own son, and letting him cum in my mouth. I should be horrified by the notion of letting him eat my pussy. And I should be locked up for imagining the things that I do late at night when I’m all alone in bed. I definitely had to put a stop to this somehow.
Jesse’s bedroom door was locked. That hurt. I tugged on the padlock that hung from the hasp he’d crudely screwed into the door jamb when he was fifteen and didn’t want me snooping in his room. It was probably around the time he started smoking weed. He had no idea then that I’d be more likely to steal it for myself than lecture him about saying no to drugs like any decent mother would. I was going to lose him for sure. If I did, I would hit bottom fast and I would hit it hard. Maybe so hard I wouldn’t be able to get back up this time.
I had to find another way. I’d rather risk losing this run-down old house than losing my only son. He was all the family I had left and I was pushing him away. I was no better than my own daddy had been with me, only I was worse. Not only was I using my son for my own sick pleasure, but I was making money off of it. Jesse had every right to hate me.
He didn’t come home again that night. I was getting worried. He wasn’t answering my calls or texts. I started getting scared he did something stupid, or got himself into trouble. I fought the temptation to go down to the Thunderbird and troll for drinks. I wanted to be home if Jesse came home or called.
I tried to find ways to make the time pass, but I could feel every minute grinding by. I wrote out ten-dollar checks to the electric, gas, and cable companies. I figured if I at least paid something they might not shut me off. I did some laundry. I cleaned up around the house, though it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. I spread my pussy a few times in front of the camera, but that only made me feel lower, especially when I couldn’t pull in more than a couple tokens for my pathetic efforts.
When I heard tires on the gravel driveway, I just about passed out. I prayed it wasn’t a cop car coming to inform the next of kin. The familiar sound of Jesse’s boots across the kitchen floor saved my life. I was in my bedroom in nothing but my shelf bra. I quietly got up and closed my door. I didn’t want him to see me naked and possibly set him off all over again. I listened as he passed by, undid the padlock and closed his bedroom door behind him. I didn’t move, keeping my ear pressed to my door.
After a shower and some more rummaging around in his room, he left. He knew I was in my room, but he never said a word. I would have felt better if he had at least called me a filthy slut on his way out. The faint scent of cologne tickled my nose. I listened until the sound of his truck became indistinguishable from the sounds of the night crickets, then sat back down in front of the webcam and became instantly annoyed with myself. Just knowing Jesse was in the house had gotten my pussy as wet as a horny virgin on her wedding night.
I grabbed my double-dong, filled my cunt with one end, then curled it down and plugged the smaller end into my lubed up asshole. I grabbed the curve of the flexible rubber toy and hate fucked both my holes simultaneously to a punishing orgasm that was better than I deserved. I was left feeling like a piece of garbage, but I managed to earn twenty bucks for my troubles.
I flipped off the computer without even bothering to log out of the site and headed for the shower.
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Three hours later I was sitting on the sofa with my feet tucked up underneath me watching TV. I was surprised when Jesse showed up. I didn’t think he’d be home before midnight, if at all. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed after my shower so I was in nothing but my robe. I pulled it closed and cinched it tight.
Jesse was in the kitchen, but I didn’t hear him moving around. Was he just standing there? After a minute he came into the living room and stopped. There was that cologne again.
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