Josh felt good she was happy with the compliment, but couldn’t help suspecting she was still saddened by it.
By the time they got home, the tension had eased some after his mom asked a few throw-away questions about school. They entered the house more or less back to normal, with his mom saying, “I’m going to take a nap, it’s been a long day.”
“Okay,” Josh said, hiding his disappointment that they wouldn’t be taking the opportunity to visit the shower together.
As she walked down the hallway, hips swaying, she turned and said, “I wouldn’t mind some company.”
Instantly, rock-hard dick filled Josh’s pants as he followed after her. She giggled and walked faster. Josh growled and gave chase, at which point she squealed and ran. The short distance to her room was quickly traversed, and mother and son fell onto her bed together, clothes flying as they disrobed.
When they were naked together, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pushed him on his back. He let her and watched as she smiled and crawled up his legs, his cock waving in the air between them.
“Did you mean what you said? I’m your top vote?”
Josh nodded.
“Then you deserve a reward for your faithfulness.”
Josh groaned as he watched his mom pull his dick back to her face and smoothly push her lips over his glans. The warmth of her mouth on him spread to his shaft as she slowly took him in.
“Fuck, Mom, you feel amazing,” he told the top of her head. She hummed her agreement, mouth full of his cock.
He watched her hair drape over his hips as she started to pump her head up and down, taking him in as far as she could. He could feel her tongue on him, active and licking back and forth.
How did his conservative mom learn how to suck cock? Those lovers before his dad must have been lucky men.
All too quickly, this being his first blowjob, Josh could feel himself ready to blow. He warned her, “Mom!”
***
Jean heard her son’s warning but ignored it. It had been years since she’d last sucked a cock, and wasn’t about to stop now. She could feel him expand in her mouth, her lips stretched around his girth, and then he was exploding into the back of her throat.
She’d forgotten how much he produced. Swallowing as fast as she could, it still wasn’t fast enough, and soon gobs of spit and semen were drooling down her chin, dripping onto his balls.
She’d also forgotten about the pills. The last and only time she had let someone blow in her mouth, the taste had been an unwelcome surprise. Wanting to treat Josh now, she tried her best not to taste his stuff. It turned out to be impossible but also unnecessary, as his spunk was delicious!
Swallowing turned from a chore to a pleasure. Each gulp slid down her throat, making her want more, like a woman dying of starvation or thirst. If Josh’s stuff tasted like this all the time, he might be fending her off soon, begging exhaustion.
Once the bulk of his load was in her belly, Jean turned to clean up the remnants coating his cock and balls. It was a bit of overkill, but from the look on his face whenever she glanced up, he was enjoying it.
Cleanup done, Jean climbed up her son’s body, draping herself over his frame. She felt drowsy after her meal and soon dropped into a light sleep. She got her nap after all.
Waking sometime later, Jean panicked, wondering at the time. It would be the end of things if Chuck found them naked in his bed. To her relief, it was still an hour before he was due home.
Jean looked at her son, also asleep, apparently worn out from his orgasm. He looked so peaceful she didn’t want to wake him, and just lay her head back down on his chest.
Looking down his body, she could see the source of the wonderfully tasty man sauce, quiescent on his thigh. She considered it in this state, comparing it to when he was aroused. It seemed he was a grower, rather than a shower. She giggled silently, vowing never to repeat it to him. Men seemed to be sensitive to that type of humour.
Her curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for his sack, fondling his twin lumps, thinking of the production taking place within. She felt her mouth water at the thought, imagining the delicious bounty his body was preparing for the next time he came.
Jean’s thoughts should have been confused, and uncertain. She should have been filled with questions regarding their fate, and where things would end up, but instead, she was just happy to be next to him. Happy to let the future sort itself out. Happy to lay her body next to his, sharing warmth, and feeling her privates mold themselves to him.
Right at that moment, she could feel her labia kissing his thigh, and her breasts pressed against his torso. It was intimate, and yet casual. She’d never be able to do this with Chuck, and it felt entirely natural. If she wanted to suck Josh to rigidity and ride him to completion, he’d never complain, she knew, but her rule prevented any such scenario from being enacted. For the first time in her life, Jean considered modifying her rule and taking protection into account.
It didn’t feel right.
If she was taking a man’s member into her body, allowing him to penetrate her, she needed him to go all the way. No condoms, no birth control. His sperm needed to be given the chance to fulfill their destiny, to implant a baby in her womb.
The ultimate expression of her love for a man was to allow him to join his DNA with hers, to bring new life into the world. It had only happened once in her life, but she knew she was still fertile; still capable of carrying a baby to term.
The rogue scenario of her allowing Josh to penetrate her, even finish inside of her, wandered through her brain. She quickly killed the thought. It would feel great, but theirs wasn’t a partnership built to produce such an outcome.
She woke Josh in time for them to clean up and separate. After he picked up his clothes, gathering them in a bundle to put in the laundry, he walked up to her and planted a toe-curling kiss on her lips. It was a sign of his affection, but also a way of staking his claim. He was showing her she was his. It put flutters in her belly, reminding her of how Chuck was when they’d met. He’d gone out of his way with similar displays of affection.
Now it was their son’s turn, and Jean had no intention of arguing with him. She was his.
The realization sent a cold chill down her spine. The last time she’d made a similar decision, she’d ended up pregnant with Josh. She had to be careful to keep her rule in mind.
***
Josh had no trouble getting through the evening. He ignored his dad, focusing all of his energy on his mom. She deserved it, but also, well, she was sexy as hell and had sucked on his dick.
He still had periods where he had to shake his head and wonder at her transformation and the fact she wanted to stuff with him. It was surreal, but he was more than happy to go with the flow.
Like now, where his parents were doing their best to avoid each other, all he had to do was sidle up to his mom when she looked sad and a few strategic touches or comments later, he left her with a goofy grin on her face.