I came, but Cody was still going at me, hungrily sucking my engorged nipples and tormenting my swollen clit. The sensation was becoming overwhelming, he was driving me crazy, I was about to scream, so I gently ease him off of me.
After getting Cody to sit back, I lifted the sweater that I’d placed in his lap. His cock was raging hard, and he had a pitiful, pleading look on his face. I knew it was risky, but I wanted to do something. The only person that might be a witness was Cindy. And I could figure out some bullshit to tell her later, so that didn’t detour me.
Handing my sweater to Cody, I said, “Keep a lookout, and make sure to keep my head covered.”
He nodded eagerly.
After I put my head into his lap, Cody carefully draped the sweater over my head and then reclined his seat.
With my head underneath the sweater, my son’s body odors were intensified. I could smell his balls, his sweat and his cum, it was intoxicating. Hidden by the sweater, I licked and stroked my son’s cock, excitedly savoring the flavor, cleaning it of the cum that had smeared on it. I then took my son’s stiff rod in my mouth and began sucking his cock.
Clocked by the sweater gave me a false sense of security, forgetting where I was, I lost all restraint, and began bobbing my head up and down, fucking my son’s stiff cock with my mouth.
Under the cover of the sweater, I was a perverted mother sucking her own young son’s cock in a crowded movie theater. I licked and sucked, mouth-fucking my son for quite some time. After awhile, getting hot and sweaty under the sweater, my hair becoming wet with sweat, spit, and pre-cum, clung to my slobber-covered face.
Beginning to tense and quake, Cody held my head, and began thrusting his hips upward, forcefully driving his long hard cock into my throat.
As my son fucked my mouth, I had my hand between my legs fingering myself. I was sopping wet mess, so wet that it was running down my thighs, soaking into the seat. I’d already cum several times while sucking my son and I was about to cum again.
Even though my head was concealed, my tits were hanging out, and my dress was up around my waist. If anyone were to walk up, there’d be no denying what was going on. But we were in a good, private, safe, secluded spot in the theater, and I was confident that we wouldn’t be interrupted.
All of a sudden Cody began to buck forcefully. With a tight grip on my head, he began ramming his cock deep into my throat, fucking my mouth hard until his big balls pushed against my chin. He was cumming! I could feel the shaft of his hard cock throbbing against my tongue as his balls emptied down my throat.
It was intense, as my son forcefully rammed my face down onto his crotch, I rapidly rubbed my huge clit, pushing myself over the edge. I was cumming, half-naked in the theater laying across two seats with my mouth and throat full of cock, with my legs splayed obscenely open, wildly rubbing at my obnoxiously huge clit, flinging pussy juice and piss all over my naked thighs, and who knows where else, as my son fucked my throat.
With a jerk and thrust, Cody finally finished and released my head allowing me to come up for air. Pushing the sweater off my head, I saw that Cody had his head tilted back chin up and eyes closed. I smiled, just the reaction I would have expected after such an incredible blow-job.
I then saw my youngest daughter, Cindy, looking right at me with a stunned look on her face. My hair was wet and pasted to my face, and the cum that had shot from my nose was dripping from my chin. That was going to be hard to explain.
Cindy’s stunned expression momentarily turned to disgust, then she smirked and chuckled. I was confused. I didn’t know what to make of it.
Without a word, Cindy sat back in her chair grinning, and returned her attention to the movie that was coming to an end. I didn’t know if I should have been alarmed or relieved.
Sitting up, I shook Cody out of his orgasm-induced stupor, and urged him to put away his slobber-covered cock as I fix my dress and wiped the cum off my face, and tried to do something with my drenched hair.
What would I tell Cindy? How would I explain what she’d witnessed? I could tell her that I was simply resting my head in Cody’s lap, but she wasn’t stupid.
As the credits rolled, I reached across and touched Cindy’s arm. “Honey… I just want to explain… What you saw… I was just…”
Cindy cut me off before I could put together a coherent lie. “It’s okay mom. I understand. You can tell me all about it later.” She said with that same knowing smirk. “The movie was good! Don’t you think!” She said changing the subject, and I didn’t know if I needed to worry or not.
The ride home turned out to be uneventful. Cindy didn’t say a word about what she’d witnessed. And I started to believe that I didn’t have anything to worry about. All though, knowing that Cindy was a clever and scheming girl, I got the feeling that my little, slut-in-training had motives of her own, and I was eager to find out what they might be.
The end…