Incest/Taboo MILF #4: Sucking Son's Cock

You catch me on my knees with my son's balls in my mouth. My hand is on his cock, jerking him off while my mouth sucks on, and my tongue tickles his balls. His jockey shorts are pulled down to his knees, his basketball shorts around his ankles, his cock extending before me from his body, easily the length of my forearm. I am building up to taking it in my mouth.

I think I'm having an out-of-body experience, looking down on myself, observing, and voyeuring. Is this me, I see? This gorgeous, sexy blond with the long, firm cock of a young stud in her grasp. Am I in this picture? Should I be in this picture?

Daniel appeared in the lounge of our house around five minutes ago and demanded I undo my shirt and suck his cock. He dropped his shorts, stood with his hand on the door, so no one could come in, and presented his hard, king-size cock to me. I, of course, stopped what I was doing and came to his need. It's definitely not a cock you refuse.

Knelt before him with his balls in my mouth and his cock in my hand; above us, I can hear the steady clatter of Don and Joe working away, the occasional metallic clang signaling another piece of bathroom furniture being tackled. Their voices rise and fall, muffled through the ceiling but a constant reminder of the upstairs renovations.

Through the expansive windows of the lounge, I glimpse out to the garden, dappled in the soft afternoon light. The high hedges stand as barriers, enclosing the space and, fortunately, shielding it from any prying eyes. This is the garden that my husband, Phil, tended over the weekend, where he cut the grass, fixed some fence panels, and cleaned our hot tub on Sunday. A faint breeze stirs the branches, the serenity outside in sharp contrast to the electricity in the room.

Today is Monday; it's mid-afternoon. Phil left at eleven o'clock this morning to travel to the city, where he works. I had been expecting Daniel to make his move at some point, but I thought he would wait for the house to be empty. I was wrong.

I shift slightly, the cool hardwood floor firm beneath my knees, grounding me in the here and now. Daniel's scent fills my nostrils - clean, warm, and faintly woodsy from the shower he's just taken. Him standing there, his eyes meeting mine, his figure casting a shadow that stretches above me.

I'm enjoying licking his balls, but he shakes me from my complacency.

"I said, suck my cock, not play with it. I told you on Friday that you had to perform well today. Do better."

I don't answer; that's how this works; I don't talk to him. I am the plaything. The Mother he would like to fuck...and does.

I'll drop his balls from my mouth and spit on his cock. My saliva forms globules on the top of his shaft. A thin stream stays tied to my mouth, linked to the end of his cock. Hanging between us. I pull it free with my fingers and slide my saliva around his massive shaft.

I'll take the tip of his cock in my mouth. I put my teeth just beyond the head, bite down gently, and circle the tip with my tongue while encased in my mouth. He moans with acceptance. My fingers replace my mouth on his balls, cupping them, squeezing them. I scrape my teeth back up over the head while licking him. I kiss the end as my mouth slips off.

Upstairs, the banging and chatter continue.

To be fair to Daniel, he did tell me on Friday that I was going to have to suck his cock well today. He had been impressed by my calmness and poise on a triple date with his new girlfriend, Lisa, two of her friends, Jack and Rosie, and Nathan, a twenty-two-year-old Amazon delivery driver that I am fucking behind my husband's back. What Daniel doesn't know was that Nathan and I would fuck in a men's-room cubicle minutes after his warning to me. The image of Nathan's colossal cock enters my mind at this moment, giving my pussy an additional flutter.

I'll open my mouth wide and feed Daniel's cock in, stopping when I feel the tip hit the back of my throat. It slips in effortlessly. I close my lips and cheeks around him and pull it back out, slurping as it slides through my mouth and over my tongue. I feel it twitch as my tongue lays beneath the head, and the sensation hits him. I'll quickly retake him, not allowing him any respite from my mouth. This time, I don't stop at the back of my throat; I allow his full length to slip further down, penetrating my larynx, which tightens around him. I squeeze my cheeks together, wrapping them in warm saliva. I swirl my tongue, feeling every vein, every bump on his cock. I feel his balls tense in my fingers.

I'll hold him for a few seconds before pulling back again. This time I dribble over his cock and splutter for breath, having choked myself with his length. I spit again as I catch my breath, moving my hand back to his cock to wrap my saliva around him. Swiveling my hand around, twisting, squeezing. I reach under his balls and up between his ass cheeks. I slide a finger in there, feeling for where his anus is. I feel his cock bounce against my face as he tenses in surprise.

At the same time, there's a crash upstairs as something is smashed, removed, broken - I don't know what. There's muffled laughter.

I look up at Daniel; he is observing me with a smirk. I take him in my mouth again. I will pull him towards me with my finger between his ass cheeks. Taking all of him this time, through my lips, through my tight cheeks, across my tongue, and deep down my throat. My lips smack against his balls, saliva falling as I gag on his long cock. I pull backward and forward quickly, keeping my finger tantalizingly close to his anus, my palm cupping his balls in front. My throat opens to accept him and closes once all of him is inside.

I'm still looking down on myself - my out-of-body experience - see's my giant tits bounce up and down in my white lace bra, my blue denim cowgirl shirt hanging limply from my shoulders. Back and forth, my head bobs, slurping, gagging, moaning. Plump lips around an engorged cock. Cheeks pulsing in and out. Saliva dribbles onto the top of my breasts. A MILF. On her knees, an all-American MILF. Deep throating her son. Great tits, great legs, fantastic ass. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Pretty face. Full lips. I'm the mom you would want to fuck.

I will experiment.

I'll hold his cock deep inside my throat, tense and relax my cheeks; I'll open and close my throat; I'll flick my tongue quickly up and down, smacking the underside of his shaft. It has the desired effect; I feel his body move toward me, wanting more. I'll give him more.

I insert the tip of my finger into his anus. I feel his cock harden, his ass cheeks clench, and his groin thrust forward, pushing him deeper down my throat. Still, I'll hold him inside. I can't breathe, but the feeling I get from his excitement stops me from pulling back. I insert my finger a little more. I get the same response, cock harder, ass clenched, and this time he pulls out a little before thrusting his cock back in. He wants to fuck me.

I'll pull my head back and replace my mouth with my hand, the other still in between his ass cheeks with my finger in his anus. I jerk him off while I gasp and dribble. My hand tight around his cock, sliding over him and around him, feeling the blood pulsing through his manhood. Then I give him what he wants. What I want. I fuck him with my mouth. I dive back onto him and press my finger into him simultaneously. I quickly, mesmerically, take him all the way into my mouth, all the way out, in, out, in, out. Bending my finger inside him, massaging his g-spot inside his anus, it grabs my digit and tightens; he bucks, he fucks, I suck, I pluck. He increases his pace, pushing his hips forward, smashing my face against his stomach and balls. His legs bent, giving more power to his thrusts. My cheeks expand, my lips stretch, and my head shakes. His beautiful, hard cock straining me, choking me. My eyes wide open, shedding tears. My mouth dribbling saliva, my nostrils streaming.

"Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Guuurgh, Mmmmm, Guuuurgh, Mmmmm," I can't speak, I am full with his swollen penis. "Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Guuurgh, Mmmmm, Guuuurgh, Mmmmm,"

Footsteps are leaving the room above and moving towards the bathroom door. I raise my eyes to Daniel; my head is pinned by his cock. We both look up, knowing what the footsteps mean. I can't stop. Daniel won't stop.

He has been almost passive to this point; now, he grabs the back of my head, grips my hair in his fingers, and pulls my head onto him again and again. I have no control of my head, but I still have control of him. I press my finger in his anus, feeling the convulsions around it as my face flies backward and forwards.

"Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Guuurgh, Mmmmm, Guuuurgh, Mmmmm,"

His balls slap against my face and then against his thighs as he flies in and out of my mouth. His cock so hard, so long. Spearing my head. My eyes wide open, shedding tears. My mouth dribbling saliva, my nostrils streaming.

Through the pumping in my head, I make out that footsteps are coming down the stairs.

Daniel is speeding up. "Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," his voice comes through the haze that my mind now sits in. I speed up my finger. I grip his ass cheek with my other hand to stay in time with him. Tap, tap, tap, the footsteps get louder. My eyes wide open, shedding tears. My mouth dribbling saliva, my nostrils streaming.

Faster, faster.

"Mrs Harris? Maggie?"

It's Don in the hallway calling out for me.

I can't stop. Daniel won't stop.

His cock is flying in and out of my mouth, down my throat. I tense my lips and cheeks as tight as I can. I lap at his cock with my tongue as it quickly passes. I squeeze with my finger. I feel him tense. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," his voice deep but quiet, so the ears outside don't hear. My eyes wide open, shedding tears. My mouth dribbling saliva, my nostrils streaming.

"Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Guuurgh, Mmmmm," Muffled through the cock, through the secrecy. Then:

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,"

"Guuuurgh, Guuuurgh, Guuuurgh,"

My mouth starts dribbling cum as quickly as it senses the powerful semen spurting from his cock as he shoots into my throat. There are grunts as I feel his cock tense in me, and the jets hit the back of my throat. I try and swallow, but his cock takes the space inside my throat, and the cum fills my mouth, exploding out and down my chin, coating my breasts.

"Maggie, can we have a word?" Comes the call from Don again.

Daniel keeps pushing in and out, draining himself into me. My mouth is full; my throat is raw. My eyes wide open, shedding tears. My mouth dribbling cum, my nostrils streaming.

He slows, gives a final shudder, a final spurt, and pulls himself out of me. Semen falls onto my breasts again, and I splutter and gasp. Euphoric but dazed.

He holds out his hand. "Your panties, please." He demands.

I struggle to my feet and pull down my khaki summer shorts.

"I'll be out in a minute, Don," I somehow shout through my heavy breaths.

"Ok, take your time."

Quickly, I slide my leopard skin panties down over my bottom and thighs, stepping out of them and passing them to Daniel. They are dark from my juices. The coolness of the air hits my wet pussy, making it tingle.

Daniel wraps his cock in my panties and cleans it of saliva and cum. Taking care to get every last drop. He pulls his jockey and basketball shorts up over his manhood and passes me back my sopping panties.

"Clean yourself up and put those filthy panties back on again, Mom."

I will do as I am told. I use my panties to wipe my face and chin, smearing the mixture of liquids as much as removing it. I move to my breasts and gather the cum that has spilled there. It forms pools in my panties. Contrasting whiteness against the dark material. Then I step back into them and slide them up my legs. They are warm in places, cold in places as they shed some of their wetness onto my thighs. I pull them over my pussy mound and feel them squelch against me. Some finds its way round my ass, some into my pussy.

I bend slowly to pull my shorts up. I am aware that any sudden movements could send a discharge down my legs.

I button my shirt, reach up, tidy my hair, wipe my eyes, and make myself somewhat presentable.

Daniel has stood watching this whole exercise. I give him a quizzical look, asking with my eyes - 'Am I respectable?'

He nods to my pussy.

I look down. The wetness is already seeping through my shorts. They are growing dark between my legs.

I look around frantically and see some curtain material. I run and grab it, returning to the door. Daniel steps aside, out of view, as I open it and step out towards the hallway, the curtain draped over my arm and flowing from below my breasts down to the floor.

"Sorry about that, Don; I was at a critical point in the procedure. What can I do for you, gentlemen?"​