}I want to suck my son's cock. I need to drink his cum.{
"Do you want to cum in mommy's mouth? Can I suck my baby's cock until he cums? Please? Please let me drink your cum."
My hand went behind her head, getting a fistful of hair, and pulled her back into my lap. Her hot red lips slid down over my member and enveloped it once again in tight, wet warmth. Her fingers with their red-capped nails gently stroked me as her lips moved up and down. For a "mere housewife" mommy Samantha was incredibly good!
I urged her to her knees, kneeling before me as she worked greedily on my meat. She moaned eagerly, and I hardened even more inside her mouth. She plunged deeper and deeper, and I began to slip into her throat at the bottom of each stroke. I grasped those magnificent breasts, squeezing them and pinching her pebble-hard nipples almost brutally. }I love having my nipples squeezed. It's turning me on like a shameless whore.{ She moaned again. }My own son is mastering me, bending me to his will, and I love it... I want it. I'm such a slut at heart, but it took my son to make me his own.{
"Deep-throat me, Samantha," I commanded.
"No," she groaned, rising reluctantly off my cock, "call me mommy, baby."
}I'm his slut now, Samantha his sex toy, and he can call me whatever he wants.{ It was getting easier and easier to push the suggestions into her mind now; she had opened to me in the 'cavern' as well as in real life.
Her auburn hair tumbled around her face as she took me all the way into her throat, and I brushed the tresses back, not wanting to miss any detail of this erotic sight. My own mother was my sex slave, down on her knees, giving me the best head of my life.
I was nearing my climax, and grabbed her head, cramming it down on my hardness. She sucked avidly, knowing that her long-awaited mouthful of son-jizzum was ready to serve. "Here it comes, mommy-slut, drink your own son's cum!" And I exploded with a power I'd never achieved before.
She was incredible, greedily gulping and tongueing at me, desperatedly squeezing the shaft and massaging the balls in hopes of getting another droplet of her sinful beverage of choice. As she worked, I kept pushing details into her receptive mind. }This is the way you want it, serving your son's sexual needs, making him happier than any other woman could. You've found your destiny at his feet.{ She shuddered, and I realized that she had been having a string of orgasms just from the pleasure of serving me. }No man could do this for me like he can. I am the luckiest woman on Earth, having a son to master my slutty body.{ |