His right hand slid along my shoulder, traced up my neck, and then cupped the back of my head. He leaned back and closed his eyes. I pumped again, going faster and faster, my eyes squarely on the huge head of his penis just a foot away from my face.
Then I felt a gentle pressure from his hand. Ronny was pulling me forward. Not hard, but constant, and insistent. I thought I was resisting, but found myself inching closer and closer.
I could smell him, smell the muskiness of a male. My breath came even quicker.
Now my mouth was mere inches away. The precum glistened and flowed from that dark spot in the middle of his light-purple glans.
“Ronny … no.”
“Lick it, Mom,” was all he said.
My tongue snaked out and gave me my first taste of my son. I pulled back my coated tongue and swallowed.
He pulled lightly, ever so lightly at the back of my head, but my head went forward on its own. I had never seen this in my planning. I would have never dreamed this would have been possible.
I opened my mouth and engulfed about four inches of my son’s delicious penis.
“Ohhh, Mom!”
I looked up and our eyes met. My 18-year-old son was seeing his 41-year-old mother sucking his cock.
“MMMM!” he groaned.
The taste and feel of him electrified me. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard. I bobbed my head up and down while I increased the speed of my fist. I reasoned with myself that this was the sacrifice I was willing to make so that the ultimate sin between mother and son would never come to pass.
Then, Ronny shocked me. He withdrew himself from my mouth, causing a soft “pop” from the broken suction. Then he disengaged my hand.
“I don’t want to waste my load of cum down your throat, Mom. That’s meant for other places tomorrow. Think how that will feel deep inside of you.”
“Ronny, let me finish you. You know that’s best.”
He stood up and pulled me to my feet. “What’s best is I see you naked. Now!”
Before I could react, he tore the tie of my robe apart. Then he grabbed the lapels and spread them wide, exposing my naked form.
“RONNY! NO!”
But “no” wasn’t in his vocabulary tonight. He roughly tore the robe over my shoulders and glided it from my arms. Ronny had before him what he had demanded all day: his totally naked mother.
“Oh my God!” I whimpered.
“Nice, Mom! Real nice. You’re amazing.” He ran his hands over me, and I tried futilely to resist.
The friction of his palms and fingers heated every inch of my skin as he explored my arms, back, ass, and breasts.
“Ronny … enough.”
He pulled me into an embraced and tried to kiss me. I turned my head furiously, avoiding his lips.
“What?” he questioned, “your mouth can blow me, but not kiss me?”
That truth shocked me into immobility. That’s when his lips met mine and his tongue delved deep. I struggled, but then felt that same spark I had felt the first time Greg kissed me. I groaned into Ronny’s mouth and my tongue found his.
I don’t know how long that first kiss lasted, but Ronny finally broke it to only direct his mouth to another target—my right nipple. In one unexpected move, he lowered his head and sucked in my already-erect nipple.