My lips parted. My son’s cock slid into my mouth. I closed my eyes, mesmerized. It had been so long since I had last sucked a cock. Whose cock was it? My mind was a blur, a hazy, inebriated fog fused with Margaritas, French wine from Bordeaux, and gulps after gulps of Martinez. I tried to remember the last thing I did before I came home. Had I gone somewhere with one of the guys I met at the club? No. I’m on the couch with my son, but it couldn’t be his cock, could it? He is my son!

I felt his hands on my head pushing me down and his cock started to slid in and out of my mouth. Surreptitiously my tongue probed the hard, fleshy, meaty shaft as if it had a mind of its own. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I no longer cared. The backside of my evening dress was unzipped and the same hand that had undone my dress was now snapping my bra off of me. Then the hand snaked and slithered until it found the warm, creamy white flesh of my breast. The fingers squeezed and pinched my nipple. I moaned as I continued sucking my son’s cock.

I had forgotten how much I loved sucking cock. So what if it was my son. It had been just me and my son ever since my husband left me for a younger, hotter slut. I loved teasing my son and I had often masturbated thinking about his cock. It feels gross to say and I may be a bad mother for it, but he makes me feel so good. I just want do anything to make my son happy.

I squeezed my lips tightly around his cock and bobbed my head up and down in sync with his thrusts, and I let my tongue explore the bulging veins of his penis. The tip of his cock stabbed at my soft palate and threatened to enter my throat with each thrust, causing me to gag.

He went faster and harder. Spit drooled from the corner of my lips and onto his hairy, muscular thighs. He slid his hand down my body to the area between my legs. My panties was already wet. He slipped two fingers under my crotch and plunged them into my pussy.

“Oh mom …” I heard my son moan.

As soon as his fingers slid inside me, I had an orgasm. My scream was muffled by the cock in my mouth. My son’s fingers continued to pummel my pussy. He moved his thumb to my clit and I went off again, twisting and shaking as another orgasm hit me.

Juices gushed from my pussy, drenching my son’s hand and soaking my panties further.

“Oh mom … I can’t take it anymore.” My son whispered.

He slammed his cock into my mouth again and again. I slid my lips up and down on his shaft and my tongue fluttered across the underside of his penis-head and it swelled. His fingers dug into my scalp like a vice grip squeezing me. I was reminded once again how strong my son was. Then a powerful blast shot out the tiny peehole of his cock and I clamped my lips tightly around my son, feeling each pulse as spurt after spurt filled my mouth. A few seconds later my son’s spent cock fell away and cum leaked from the corner of my lips. I swirled my tongue through the creamy mess in my mouth, savoring the taste before gulping it down.

I have to confess. That my son’s cum tasted like the most powerful aphrodisiac. My pussy throbbed as I swallowed and I desperately needed to get off again. I reached my own hands between my crotched and rubbed my clit until my body shook and my pussy clenched at the air. With cum on my face, and my own pussy juice leaking like a faucet, I rested my head in my son’s lap, trying to catch my breathe, and once again, I closed my eyes, savoring this sweet, sacrilegious moment between us.

When I opened my eyes, his cock was hard again and proudly erect right in front of my face. I gaped my mouth-hole and begged my son to put it back in.

“Oh mom … you are so insatiable. Dad was right. You are a slut.”

He said it like it was a compliment and I didn’t mind. My son knew I was a slut. His dad knew I was slut. I have come to terms with who I am. My lips engulfed his cock and this time I was even able to take his cock into my throat, something I had struggled with before. He grabbed my head and fucked my face hard and fast until another load of white gravy churned out of his balls and blasted into mommy’ mouth. I tried my best to keep my lips clamped tightly around it so all of my son’s creamy seed ended up splashing into my mouth. After all of it was spurted into my mouth I swallowed it all just as before. And then we both fell asleep hugging each other, my cheek pressed against my son’s crotch while my son had his face was buried into my pussy.