Satisfied that I had cleaned her vagina completely of our mutual orgasm, she finally lifted herself off my face, moved to my side and leaned down close to me on her hands and knees. As she approached, I didn't know if she was going to kiss me, hug me or whisper in my ear.
Over the last two days, she had whispered to me numerous times, even though there was no one home to overhear us. I thought it was odd at first, but I began to understand why she was doing it while she sat on top of my face waiting for me to finish licking her pussy clean.
You see, her whispering wasn't an attempt to keep someone from over hearing us as much as it was an overt act of intimacy and emphasis. Whispering forced us to be physically closer together, creating that additional level of intimacy and it made me pay attention better because I was interested in what she was going to say.
When she abruptly pulled me into the living room and told me to lie down without any explanation, my immediate obedience, in itself, was my formal acceptance and acknowledgment of my submission to her. But, she knew that same abruptness might scare me, so she used her whispers to reaffirm our intimacy and give me the scolding she thought was necessary at the time.
In a weird way, it made good sense to me, and as I looked back over the last two days, I recalled other times she had whispered to me and I had to agree that is was definitely effective in getting me to do what she wanted. Maybe this was her mother's intuition or perhaps her experience with me as a child that caused her to use this technique, but regardless of the reason, it brought about the desired results. I didn't fault her for it, either. I adored the intimacy her whispering created, and even while she was scolding me, my cock was growing harder and my excitement level was raising. I'm sure she was quite aware of that, too.
She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at me. I hadn't moved an inch from where she told me to lie down on the carpet. When I turned my head to look at her, she had that soft smile on her face and was nodding her head saying: "I'm impressed, Master Bobby."
She went on to tell me that she was sorry for being rough with me, but when the opportunity presented itself for her to unexpectedly test my desire to be submissive, she had to see if I was serious about it. "What better way than to make you stop what you were doing, take control of you and then use your cock for my pleasure?" She said.
"You did well," she continued, "you did exactly what I asked you to do and you still haven't moved from the spot where I put you. You did an excellent job of cleaning up your mess and you even licked my backside. I didn't expect you to do that -- I just wanted to see if you would."
She stretched out her arm and ran two fingers across my belly, making circles in the pool of pussy juice and cum that collected there. "Wow," she said, "I think I might have let you enjoy that way too much, sweetheart. Look at all this cum? I thought you were supposed to be pleasuring me?" She smiled at me as she moved her fingers from the pool of messy goo up to my face. "Open." She said.
Somehow, I expected this and as I opened my mouth, she put her finger tips in and said "Now suck." I sucked her fingers, tasting my own cum as she smiled next to me. She pulled her fingers out and put them back in the pool of cum, covering them once again with our juices. When she moved her hand back toward my face, I obediently opened my mouth so she could put them in. "Oh, aren't you the eager one?" She said. "Just like a baby bird waiting for mommy bird at feeding time." But instead of feeding it to me, she put her fingers in her own mouth and sucked them clean as she continued to smile at me.
Withdrawing her fingers from her mouth, she put them back into the slimy mess and wiped them through the globs of sperm, coating her two fingers. As she moved them toward me, I opened my mouth again, but this time she stopped above my open mouth, holding her digits together as a drop of cum gathered at her finger tips. The drop became bigger and bigger as gravity pulled the cum down her finger, then shook precariously before it dropped into my mouth. Lowering her fingers between my lips, I began to suck them clean.
"Honestly sweetheart, if I would have known that putting you in panties would make you mind me this well, I would have done it years ago." I glanced at her and she was smiling at me. Her comment cracked me up and I started to laugh. As I did, she moved from her position next to me and bent her head down over the pool of cum. She gathered her hair in one hand, held it back, bent her head all the way down and then proceeded to make long sweeping passes across my belly with her tongue, collecting the rest of the remaining cum in her mouth as she looked up at me. When she was done, she moved up and pressed her lips to mine. As we kissed, our tongues mixed the cum and saliva in our mouths until the taste and sticky feel of it was gone.
Pulling back from our kiss, she remarked: "Baby, I don't know why it is, but you have the best cum I've ever tasted, and that's the truth. I almost wish I could have you stand in front of me everyday and masturbate into my mouth so I can get my daily dose of protein."
"Hmm," I answered, "be careful what you wish for, Mom, 'cause you know -- you just might get it." We both laughed, but deep inside, I made a mental note of her comment and promised myself I would take advantage of the opportunity when, and if it availed itself to me.
As our laughing died down, she settled on the floor next to me, propping her head up and running her hands over the silky baby-doll top I was wearing and fingering my nipples. "Can I ask you something, sweetheart?" She said.
"Of course." I replied, turning to look at her.
"And will you promise to answer truthfully?" She asked.
