I led my naked son by the hand into my bedroom. I walked him over to the bed, I let go of his hand, then patted the edge of the bed where I wanted him to sit. He looked at me and obeyed. He sat on the bed, his knees apart, I could see his limp, but solid cock laying between his thighs.
I turned my back to him and walked to the center of the room, again, heel to toe. I stopped, looked over my shoulder, to see my son taking me all in with his eyes. They traveled ever so slowly up from my black heel-toed feet, up the back of my sheer nylon covered calves, thighs, past my lacy panties that barely covered my butt. The bottom of my black, lacy nightie over the small of my back. His eyes moved up until they met mine, staring back at him over my shoulder.
I put my arms straight out, perpendicular to my shoulders and slowly pivoted around until I was facing him. I stood in that position, one knee slightly bent in front of the other, arms stretched out, my hands palms up.
I smiled, "Well, is it more fun with mommy awake?"
He didn't answer. He just kept running his eyes over every inch me.
I moved my hands to the bow of my nightie, gave each end strand a slight tug and the bow unfolded. I moved my hands to shoulder straps of the nightie, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
His young eyes focused on his mother. Standing in front of him, wearing only a bra, panties, stockings and heels. Her bare arms again outstretched at her sides. Her legs neatly crossed.
We both stared at each other, only our eyes moving. His, my son's, moving up and down my slender frame. Mine, his mother's, traveling down his hairless well-toned chest, his etched abs, his open thighs and now, semi-hard cock responding to my near naked body displayed before him.
He stood and walked toward me. Our eyes now locked. I didn't move. He reached his hands out and placed them under my armpits, thumbs up against my shoulders and he gently pushed me backward. I lifted the tip of my three-inch heels off the floor and let the soles of my shoes slide over the rug.
When my back met the wall, he placed his hands on either side of my head, moved closer to me, until our bodies touched. With my three-inch heels, his lips met mine with only a slight downward tilt of his head.
His warm minty breath filled my mouth, followed by his tongue. I placed my hands on the back of his still damp head and returned his kiss, our tongues playing together.
He moved his lips to my neck, licking and sucking for a long minute, my back pinned against the wall. He put his hands on my thin biceps, slowly moving his loose gripping fingers up my arms, pushing my hands up and holding them together over my head. He wrapped the strong fingers of one of his hands holding both of my wrists together. His other hand traced back down my arm, to my shoulder then rested on my bra covered tit, kneading it gently with his fingers.
He moved his lips down my neck, to the top of my shoulder and around to the front. He moved his mouth off me and I watched him sniff my clean-shaven armpit. I had neglected to apply deodorant in my haste to get ready for him, now I could smell the distinct aroma of body odor from my underarms. My son inhaled deeply and then with his flat of his tongue licked up the from the bottom of my pit to the top. The first touch sent a tickle through me, but as he continued to press his tongue into it, my body responded to this new sensation. Stewart had never done anything like this to me. Where did my son learn this? Was this just natural to him? My knees again buckle from the feeling, but my sons firm grip on my outstretched arms kept me standing. He started to suck and lick my pit, his hands moved from playing with my tit and it was quickly on my pussy, massaging his finger up and down my panty covered lips. My pussy was sopping wet. My son's mouth working its magic on my underarm and his skillful fingers dancing over my pussy, teasing my clit. He was toying with me, making me feel like one of his little schoolgirl friends. He pushed aside the lacy fabric on my panties and plunged two fingers into my cunt, twirling them, moving them back and forth inside me! With his mouth still sucking, kissing and licking my armpit and the rhythm of his fingers pushed up into me, I came. My body shaking, surrendering to my son's manipulations.
He held both his mouth and his fingers still until my shuddering ceased. He withdrew his mouth from my pit, his hand from my wrist and his fingers from my pussy, at the same time. He stood straight up, looked me in the eye and lowered himself to his knees in front of me. He looked up and me, his face inches from my wet, warm pussy. He moved his thumbs to my panties waistband and slid them down and off me. Then he placed his two hands between my thighs and wrapped them around, holding each thigh in his arms. Our eyes in constant contact as he moved his face to my pussy, pressing his mouth on its puffy, moist lips, started to lick and suck my cunt into his mouth, imitating what I had done to him earlier. But then he moved my upper thighs higher, letting them rest on his shoulders, still holding them in his grasp. My back pressed against the wall, my high heeled feet dangling in the air behind him. My pussy now sitting on my Davey's face, he started to eat me. I closed my eyes, the back of my head and the palm of my hands pressed against the wall. God, the pure pleasure of the moment overtook me. I open my eyes and the image of what was happening to me stared back at me. The vanity mirror reflected the scene back at me. My son on his knees, my thighs resting on his shoulders, my black heeled feet suspended in the air, my back and head pressed against the wall. The back of his head, between my stocking covered legs. The orgasm the image produced shot through me. My hands went involuntarily to the back of my son's head, my mouth open wider, I was holding my breath, watching my body tremble as my son held me captive, slurping, licking, sucking at my cunt. My thin, stocking covered legs held in his arms. The orgasm continued, almost like it was renewing itself.
"Oh, dear God, Davey! Davey!" I whimpered. I looked down at him, his eyes still staring up at me, seemingly enjoying the pleasure he was giving his me, or was it the pleasure he was giving himself, in knowing he was mastering his mother.
I looked back into the mirror and I shuddered to a final wave of orgasm. Then my body went limp, my hands moved from his head. He unwrapped his arms from around my thighs, moved his pussy juice covered face from my crotch and let me slump to the floor, sitting in front of him, my black, sheer, nylon covered legs bent at the knees and my heeled feet touching the floor. He stood up looking down at me. His rigid cock pointing straight at my mouth. He was hard again. In just a few minutes. His young boyish cock easily restored.
I looked up at him, instinctively opening my mouth as he pushed his cock forward. He then started to move deeper into my mouth hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. My mouth wide open, my lips unable to suck on his beautiful dick. He moved back and then started to thrust his cock back and forth into my face, pinning my head back against the wall. He started to skull fuck me. No caring, no feelings for me, just pounding his cock into my head. He was driven by pure lust. Drool streamed from my mouth, down my chin onto my chest. Then I felt his balls brushing against my chin with each push. I could feel tears running down my face, what a sight I must be, knowing my mascara was streaking down, leaving a trail of stained tears.
He hammered my head unmercifully, caught up in his thirst to satisfy himself. I put my hands up on his thighs, trying to ease his assault on my throat, it seemed only to give him more of a resolve to force his hard, thick cock down further into my face.
