My Son’s Whore, Part 2

After that first day when my son Steve decided to make me suck his cock and then fucked me up the ass later that night, I thought that the days following would be awkward at home. This had to be some sort of fluke and he’d probably feel weird around me knowing what he instigated and followed-through with.

Well, was I wrong! He got even worse! Apparently, he began to assume the role of the man of the house and I was still surprised at how my sixteen year old son seemed to know too much for his age. And this is what he’d learned from looking at porn. Wow, I had been clueless.

Steven enjoyed (and still enjoys) walking around our double-wide in his underwear and a t-shirt. That first morning after when he got up I was sitting at the table looking at a catalog or magazine or something and I looked up to say hello to him and he leaned down and stuffed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me in a very sexual and lustful way, kinda making this moaning sound like he was eating something really good. At the same time, he had his hand on the back of my neck. To say the least, I enjoyed how this felt, while at the same time I was thinking “I must be crazy to allow this.” So then he stood up full in front of me and pulled his dick out of his underwear and pointed it at my face and said “Here mom, suck my dick” kind of grinning at me.

So, I went down on him and he pumped his young dick in and out of my mouth while reaching down and sticking his hand down my oversized t-shirt and squeezing my tit. He then pulled back and put his cock back in his underwear and said “That’s good for now. I’m hungry.” and he started getting something together to eat.

After he ate, he made me scoot my legs out from under the table and he spread them wide. He then got down and spread my lips open and began to flick my clit with his tongue. Oh my gosh, did it feel good! It was like he knew what he was doing, but how could it feel this good from him?