“Yes, and me too,” she said, sucking the head of my prick, her mouth wrapped around it as she spoke. “Fuck,” Popping the head of my prick with her lips, saying it again. “Fuck, fuck…fuck!” and each time that she did, purposely popping my prick with a sweet, erotic, very obscene sound as she did so, not to mention simply saying the word fuck each time that she had.
“Fuck cunt,” I then said for no apparent reason, just enjoying the sound of two particular erotic words as I spoke them. Mom giggled.
“Fuck cock. Fuck Prick.”
“Fuck tits, fuck pussy, fuck ass.”
“Fuck ass?”
“Yeah, fuck ass…just like I wouldn’t mind fucking yours!”
“I’ve never actually done that,” she told me, now lapping at my prick once again with her tongue, tickling it.
“You’re kidding? You mean to tell me that you and…”
“No, we never did. Never really considered it, though at the time, it wasn’t exactly something anyone ever really spoke about either. Not until years later at least, and then only quietly and in secret. But by then…it was sort of off the table for me.”
“And now?”
“One thing at a time,” mom said once again, slurping up and down my cock. “Let’s not be in any sort of a rush here. Bad enough I’m doing this to my own son, I’m not sure I’m quite ready yet to even consider having you sticking this thing up my ass!”
I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. Hearing my own mother speaking so openly, so wickedly was a pure pleasured delight. But then again, so was her mouth as she all but swallowed the entire length of my prick, all but gagging on it as she did, large drools of her saliva clinging to it, connected to her lips as she pulled up before once again engulfing it with a very wet sounding gurgle.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she then spoke moments later, her head now bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm, her hands working perfectly in conjunction with that. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” she told me honestly, now admitting even that, something else I already knew. “Give it to me baby…give mommy your sperm!”
I gave her more than she could handle, more than I think I had ever actually produced before. She swallowed as much as she could, but even then, I saw the cum drool from the side of her mouth dripping and then falling against her breast. Even that was erotically hot, sensually intense as she reached down, now smearing what she hadn’t licked up or swallowed into her breast. When she had fully and entirely drained me of each precious drop, only then did she once again sit up, smiling at me.