Underneath of course, my tits were exposed and Ben gave a whistle as he saw them. I stood up, and knelt in front of my son, unzipping him and then removing first his jeans and then his underpants. To my utter joy and delight, his cock sprang up hard and rigid and I licked my lips in anticipation.
Ben flopped back on the bed, and I began to stroke his hard cock, nice and slowly and eliciting a long groan of approval from him. His cock was just as I remembered, just as I had fantasised about so many times. Thick at the base, long and straight with the one vein running up the underside. His ballsack was heavy and full, and I gently massaged them with my fingers as I contemplated just how much cum I would be getting. That thought alone, almost made me have a mini orgasm.
As I continued to stroke slowly, I opened my mouth and then whilst maintain eye contact, I took my own son’s cock into my grateful mouth. I concentrated on the head of the cock to start with, running my tongue over the knob and tickling the underside where the frenulum is. Ben flinched a few times, but I knew he had staying power and it wasn’t going to be premature like poor Kyle had been.
Slowly I closed my lips around his cock forming a ‘seal’ and then slowly moved my head down the shaft, all the while licking and tickling with my tongue. I continued to lower my head down my son’s cock until I felt the gag reflex.
OK. Admission time. Ever since that first blowjob, and despite all my rantings and ravings about the immorality of it all — I had been practicing. Did I know that this moment would eventually come? Maybe, subconsciously I did. But yes, I practiced deepthroating my dildos and I fantasised about it being my son’s cock as I did so. But you’re not shocked by that are you, dear reader? You already knew I was.
So with a little cough I proceeded to lower my head down my son’s cock until I felt his knob slide pass my tonsils and continue down my throat. The feeling was incredible, so intense and so sensational — my own son’s cock buried deep in my throat. A part of me wanted him to just come there and then, for him to send copious globs of lovely thick cum straight down my throat and into my belly. But I knew that was for a later time.
I wanted Ben to feel and experience having his cock enveloped by a woman’s throat. By his mother’s throat. The noises he was making told me that he was finding the whole experience incredibly satisfying.
But I wanted to take our time, we had all night and I planned to fuck… all night. I knew that in order to achieve that, I needed Ben to keep hydrated, so after I’d sucked his cock for a while I stopped and instructed him to drink a pint of water.
Ben got up and walked toward the sink, and got himself a drink. I watched him walk across the room, the sight of his beautiful firm arse cheeks and his strong back made me weak at the knees, despite me laying down. Then I saw him walk toward the door, and I panicked slightly. Despite the fact that he was naked, I had a fear that he was going to walk away. But when he stopped and locked the door, then turned to smile at me — my heart melted.
“Don’t want to be interrupted now, do we.” He voiced seductively.
Holy fuck. I almost came.
Ben returned to the small bed, and spread my legs with his hands. In response, I shifted up slightly, so that I was propped up on the pillows — I wanted to see and watch every moment as my own son prepared to lick my wet cunt.
“Take your time.” I moaned lowly. “I want to feel the tip of your tongue on every nook and cranny of my cunt, I want to feel it tracing a path all across my pussy, I want to feel you licking up every last drop of my cunt juice.”
I cannot, even now — find enough words to convey to you the utter joy and excitement I felt as my own son began to lick my cunt. The sheer debauchery and illicitness of it all was all consuming, turning my brain into a muddled fog of desire and excitement. My own son, licking and lapping at his own mother’s cunt, it sent me to unheralded heights of lust and ecstasy. Beads of sweat began to form on my temple and mini explosions were occurring in my head just from the barest touch of my son’s tongue. My own son was eating my fucking wet cunt out, and I was loving every single moment of it.
“Fuck Mum. You’re sopping.” Laughed Ben, sliding his fingers along my crack and gathering up a handful of cunt juice.
I don’t know why but I half expected him to wipe his fingers on the bedsheet, so when he instead — lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them, it sent another huge shiver of pleasure all down my back. The sight of my son tasting my cunt juices was just so incredibly sexy and was turning me on big time.
“You taste so fucking good Mum.” Groaned Ben and I moaned lustily in response.
“All you can eat.” I laughed, pulling my legs even wider with my hands, to allow my son even easier access to my cunthole. I wanted him to get his tongue as far up my hole as he possibly could.
In truth my head was racing, it swirled in a cacophony of emotions. Passion and lust coursed through me, unbridled and hitherto unprecedented levels of excitement and expectation. My whole body shivered at the merest touch of his mouth on my cunt and I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue lap my clit. My mind went to an incredible place of pure ecstasy and unfettered lust and passion. No hint of guilt, no doubts, no hesitancy or resistance. I gave my mind and body to my son, for him to do with as he willed.
I felt the tip of his tongue as he drew it up along my crack, between my pussy lips and finally back onto my clit. My back arched and I squeezed my eyes to absorb the pleasure. Fuck, I’d been eaten out many times before, but this was on a different scale totally. Of course, everything was. This was my son, licking the very cunt hole that he had come out of — and that thought, just spiralled in my mind as I felt the first rumblings of an orgasm.
I remember being surprised that it was so soon, but that was hardly a surprise to you guys – was it? My tummy bubbled with a promise of an orgasm so earth shattering that it would blow all the others away.
Ben kept lapping, moving his mouth and tongue alternatively onto my inner thigh, then down to the cleft between my cunt and arse, before returning to my clit. Occasionally, he would drift his mouth down my leg and amazingly, began licking and kissing the back of my knees. That drove me absolutely wild, and it was all I could do not to roll over and mount him there and then. God I’d never wanted cock as bad as I did at that exact moment.
But, for those that don’t know — the back of the knees can, for some women be quite erogenous. It certainly is with me, and how my son knew — I have no idea, but I wasn’t complaining.
My hands dropped to my tits, and I began massaging slowly, rolling the nipples and pulling them between my fingers. They were already large and engorged of course — and they were now super sensitive.
Then I felt Ben’s hands slowly pull my pussy lips apart once more and I felt him blow delicately on my cunt hole. In response my hole twitched and contracted in desire. Then I felt Ben’s tongue start to delve around the hole and once again, I felt like I was going to come on the spot. I can’t begin to tell you how incredible it felt, knowing my own son was licking my cunt. Knowing that he was going to push his hot tongue into my hole and lick me out. It’s the kind of thing that fantasises are made of, except this was very real.
Ben buried his face between my legs, I felt his nose press on my clit as he began to push his tongue into my cunt hole. My cunt didn’t resist, far from it. Had it been able to, it would have sucked Ben’s entire tongue straight into it.
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