“It’s a lot to swallow.” I told him with a smile then rolled my tongue over and around his soft head a few times before I tried again.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much as I could. I could feel it reaching for the back of my throat but was just to thick to get there. I gagged a little and eased up a bit, relaxed my throat and then, holding his dick at its’ base with my fingers, I tried again. I swallowed more of it this time. It was quite a bit softer now and easier to fit in my mouth.
I used to do this to his father all the time after he’d cum. But with his father, it was much easier. His entire dick fit in my mouth easily. I loved the feel of my tongue sloshing his soft little dick in my mouth. This was different; perhaps even better― Certainly more erotic.
The feel of it in my mouth made me once again wonder what it would feel like in my pussy. I couldn’t help but let a quiet sigh escape from around his cock. I slipped it out of my mouth and kissed it. Brian seemed to really like that.
“God Mom, that feels awesome. You look like you really like doing that too.”
I looked up from between his legs, “I do Honey. I miss doing this……
a lot.” and with that said, I opened my mouth and lowered my head again.
I tried to fill my mouth again. Even though it so much softer now, I was amazed that I had actually gotten most so much of it in my mouth. I felt Brian push up into me and after a minute or so of almost ‘Deep-throating’ my son, I let it slide out of my mouth and began licking it, kissing it all over and licking the cum off his slippery balls as well as I smeared the cum all over my face with the tip of his dick. I was acting like a total slut, but it made me feel exhilarated, so hot and bothered, so naughty that I didn’t want to stop. And Brian seemed more than happy with me efforts.
“Holy shit!” I heard him confirm as I licked and sucked him clean.
“This is awesome.” he tells me. It made me want to do it even more.
I know the shame should have come flooding in. I waited for the feeling of dread and regret to take over. But as I knelt there between my son’s legs rubbing his soft, smooth cock head over my lips and holding his lovely balls in my hand… …all I felt was the lust and a need to just “Fuck”.
“God Mom, that was amazing.” I heard him say.
I pulled his dick away from my face and looked up at Brian; his cum all over my face and in my hair. He was staring at me. I smiled and kissed the tip of his cock as I looked into his eyes before finally letting it drop limply onto his thigh.
“This wasn’t quite what I was expecting to give you for your birthday Honey.” I told him as I crawled out from between his legs and got up off the bed. I picked up his pajama bottoms off the floor and wiped my face and hands.
“Huh, funny, cuz that’s kinda what I was wishing for.” He said with a big happy smile on his face and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m not sure what came over me Brian.”
“Me either but I’m really glad it did. That was the coolest thing ever. ” He declared as he stood up.
“I’m glad you liked it so much.”
“LIKED IT? It was better then I ever imagined it would be.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot, have you?”
He looked at the floor kinda shyly. “Well, yeah… …Pretty much I guess.” He confessed.
“Well, as it turns out… …I liked doing it for you too.” I told him quite bluntly.
I think that might have been rather obvious considering the way I had cum in front of him while I lapped up all his cum; not to mention that my running shorts were now visibly soaked through in the crotch.
“I mean, after all…It IS your birthday.” I told him, trying to sound as normal as I could after what had just happened.
“You can’t tell anyone.” I told him.
“No one?” He questioned. “Not even Johnny?”
Johnny was his best friend. He was on the school football team with Brian. He was a year ahead of Brian and came over to the house all the time.
“Why would you want to tell Johnny?”
“Because he’d flip out.”
“I’m sure he would. Anybody would.”
“No, I mean…He’d be jealous.”
“Jealous? Why?”
“Well…”
He was hesitant. I furrowed my brow and cocked my head at him.
“He talks about it a lot.” Brian said somewhat reluctantly.
“He?”
“Well, us.” He confessed. “WE talk about it a lot.” He amended.
“What exactly do the two of you talk ABOUT?”
“Well―About you.”
“What about ME?”
He’d gotten me pretty curious and maybe a bit concerned.
“About how pretty you are and stuff…”
“And what STUFF?”
“You know―About doing stuff with you.” He told me shyly as he scratched his head. He looked like he was sorry he’d said anything in the first place.
“No, I don’t know Brian. What kind of ‘Stuff’?”
He took a few seconds, “This kinda stuff.” He says and points between his legs.
“You and Johnny talk about me giving you guys ‘BLOW JOBS’!” I was shocked. “I’m your mother…” I told him and instantly realized the stupidity of the statement.
“I mean…” Now I took a few seconds. “I mean, it never occurred to me that that would be something you and Johnny would TALK about.”
Brian shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up.
I just had to ask, “Would he ever let HIS mother… …do something like that to HIM?”
“He told me he would if he had a mom that looked like you.” My son said it with a certain measure of pride.
“Well, never-the-less Brian, you can’t tell anyone, especially Johnny. I have to see him all the time. It’s bad enough that he THINKS about me doing that kinda stuff. I’d feel uncomfortable if he knew I really did it to YOU. God knows who he might tell or what he might expect. Nobody can know.” I explained. “Understand?”
“Yeah, OK.” Then he looked in my eyes, “You’re not sorry, are you?”
“Honestly? No, not at all.” I assured him with a smile. “And I don’t want you MAKING me sorry either Brian.” I solemnly added.
I explained how if it were to get out that I had given my son a blow job that I would get into some serious trouble.
You don’t want to wind-up in a foster home where they make you do all the chores and won’t let you go to the Ball. As far as UI know…You don’t have a fairy-god-mother.” I told him halfheartedly.
“I don’t know about that.” He told me with a huge smile covering his face. “Considering what I got for my birthday, I think I might have a fairy-god-mother with a childless sister.” He added with a mocked sincerity.
“Well, regardless, This will have to be our little secret.” I told him.
Then as if I hadn’t been surprised enough that morning, Brian looked at me with a twinkle in his handsome dark eyes and asked me sheepishly, “Is there anything I can do for you Mom that you might like?”
I have to admit, even after all that had happened that morning I was still a little taken back to hear such an offer by my son.
“Like… …what?” I asked a little apprehensively; not wanting to jump to any conclusions. I was pretty curious about what he might be thinking.
“I don’t know…” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a boyish smile.
A moment ago all I really had in mind was going to my room and, reliving the experience while I pleasured myself in my shower. My son’s ambitious offer made me very aware of my wet pussy again.
I glanced up and down his fit, young, naked body, lingering at the oversized thing that hung between his legs; still wet and shiny from the blow-job I’d given him.
“Let me get cleaned up…” I told him with a wet crotch and cum on my sports bra and in my hair. I was still a little apprehensive but I said it with a smile as the idea of another encounter started to fill my thoughts.
I turned and looked at him over my shoulder as I left his room,
“I’ll leave my door open.”
I don’t think either one of us was exactly sure how all of that had happened so quickly but it seemed to me that he was certainly OK with the progression of things and obviously interested in doing it again.
I found that very sweet and thoughtful. Most guys, most men, would’ve been done right after they came but he wanted to know if there was anything he could do for ME before the encounter ended. How sweet.
Looking back on it now, I’m amazed at how fast we both became so comfortable with such a rigidly forbidden and secretive act as “Incest”.
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