I lay still. My head still titled to the side, allowed saliva and some of my son's cum to leak out the corner of my mouth.
When I heard the faucet in my bathroom turn on, I took a quick glance into the room. Davey had turned on the bedside lamp and a soft glow filled the room. He had been able to see what he had done to me. With the water still running, I figured Davey was cleaning himself off. DEAR GOD! I wonder what he is thinking right now. Was he trying to rationalize that he had just raped his mother's mouth while she was unconscious?
I heard the faucet turn off and his feet across the carpet as he walked back to me. He placed his hand on my head, then I felt a warm, moist wash cloth on my face. My son was gently cleaning his cum off me.
He softly wiped my cheek, then my nose, up to my forehead. He wiped the drool off my mouth and chin. He then tried to clean his cum out if my hair. He was so gentle, so sweet.
He left again to go back into the bathroom and then he came back into the room. He stood by the side of the bed, I assumed examining me. My naked form still spread exposed on the bed. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me away from the edge. He then walked around to the other side. I felt him lean against the side of the bed. He must have gripped the sides of my robe as I started to slide to the middle of the mattress.
I tried to understand what he was doing. Was he positioning me so I wouldn't fall off the bed and to it make easier for him to cover me up? What about my panties?
Then I felt Davey climb on the end of the bed, moving between my widespread feet. He grabbed hold of my ankles in his hands. He started to move slowly up my legs. The truth shot through me; my son was not done with me. His grip was firm, but loose enough so his fingers and thumbs slid up easily, caressing my calves, over my knees, kneading my soft inner thighs, pushing them wider apart.
He moved his hands off my thighs. I felt his forearms behind my knees. Holding them in place. I let out a small sigh when my son's lips kissed my inner thigh just above the knee. He opened his mouth and sucked and with the flat of his tongue licked and tasted my skin. He seemed not to fear me wakening, his lust taking over. HIS LUST FOR HIS MOTHER!
Davey's mouth moved slowly up my inner thigh. His hand caressed and moved up my other thigh matching his mouths movement, forcing my legs farther apart and my knees higher. The heels of my feet now just barely touching the bed.
The smell of my sex filled the room. My pussy saturated. I knew Davey could smell it too. I wanted so to just reach down, grab my son by his hair and push his face into my cunt, having him eat me, devour me, suck the juices out of me, but was helpless to full fill my desire. MY LUST FOR MY OWN SON.
As his face reach the indent between my thigh and pussy mound, he lifted his mouth off me. I consciously refrained from making a sound, waiting, anticipating, my Davey's mouth on my cunt.
Then I felt his fingers on my puffy, wet, pussy lips spreading them apart as if he was examining me. My hairless cunt lay open inches from my son's face. I felt his breath on my exposed pussy, then the tip of his tongue touching the bottom of its slit and then gliding up and deeper into me, then out at the top where he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard nub of my clit. His hands returned to my inner thighs holding them open.
My mind swirled, the sensation overpowering me, my heels involuntarily lifted off the bed, as my toes curled.
The thought raced through my head, 'Where did he learn how to do this? From watching porn, girls at school, HOW?!' The questions quickly left my thoughts unanswered as the pleasure of my son's tongue engulfed me.
He placed his lips on my clit and sucked it into his mouth, like it was a miniature cock. The tip of his tongue, flicking, licking, swirling around it. I lay motionless, taking in the pure pleasure of the moment. Letting my son believe he was using his sleeping mother to satisfy himself. At that moment I had no guilt, just the motherly contentment of knowing I was willingly giving myself to my son.
His lips released my clit, the flat of his tongue gave it one more lick, then he pushed his open mouth into my sopping cunt, licking and sucking in my wetness. Tasting, smelling, eating my pussy.
Lying perfectly still, my arms at my sides, I dared not even grip the covers in fear of being found out. As my son continued his assault on my cunt, I felt like my whole being was just my pussy.
My eyes shut; I again envisioned the incestuous scene as if I was looking down. My dark hair framing my head, my eyes shut, my mouth slightly open, my arms at my side, my fingers fanned out on the covers. My chest flat, tits sagging to the side. My thighs gripped firmly, held wide open by my son's strong, young hands. I imagined the back of his head locked in place at the center of my stretched-out legs. My knees bent, my feet arched stiffly in the air, toes clenched.
Davey's moved his mouth up and again locked his lips on the rigid clit and toggling it with his tongue sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through my loins.
I inhaled deeply and held my breath. I felt my whole body grow tense. My fingers, now out of my control, took hold of the covers at my side.
