Ignoring his lustful insult and keeping my eyes on his crotch, I lovingly stroked his large shaft until he started spurting, all over my hand, arm and nightgown. After accepting his gooey morning load with a smile, I walked over to the sink to wash his cum off my hand and arm.
By the time I got back to the breakfast table, he had already sat down, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary and we had breakfast together. Although Malcolm had explicitly assured his father over the past few days that he was going to go out and actively search for a job, he simply went up to his room after breakfast to play videogames. I, for my part, had promised my husband to keep an eye on Malcolm to make sure he didn't hang around the house all day... it was a promise I was going to break. As a matter of fact, I did nothing but encourage Malcolm to stay in his room. I brought him snacks and beverages on regular intervals, and left him to his videogame for the rest of the time. I figured he would call me or come and find me if he had any use for me!
He was so wrapped up in the game that he didn't even break for lunch; instead I brought up a sandwich and a can of coke so he could continue his game. When I entered his room, he was right in the middle of a fierce battle, so I put down the food and turned to leave, but he surprised me by bluntly asking:"Mom, could you give me another wank?"
I looked at him as he stood up, manipulating his video controller with both hands.
"Off course." I said, as I kneeled down and pulled his jogging pants down. He sat back down and kept playing as I wrapped my hand around his massively big cock. So, there I was: on my knees in a nearly dark room – no light except for the computer screen – wanking my son's cock just because he asked me to. Although his cock pulsated and reacted normally, the rest of his body, including his face and speech only seemed to react to the game. Furiously waging war with all sorts of nightmarish creatures, he gave me nor the handjob itself any consideration. For nearly ten minutes, I just sat there stroking his cock, without any kind of feedback. Suddenly – his body had shown no warning signs whatsoever – his cock started spewing fat ribbons of cum, which splattered against the floor and the wall under his desk. Malcolm however didn't even flinch and just kept playing, apparently unaffected by the orgasm he was experiencing. After scooping up the last of his cum onto my index finger and getting up, ready to leave the room, he said:"Thanks mom." as she was still battling a seemingly endless supply of hideous enemies.
How casual could a guy dump his load? I asked myself as I smilingly left the room. As I headed back down the stairs, I smelled my hand, savoring the scent of his cock; happy that our perverse relationship had evolved to include actual handjobs and wondering what else he had in mind for me today. I figured the novelty of me jerking him off would soon wear off...
My suspicions were confirmed just a few hours later, when he finally came down to take a break, still in his jogging pants. My lazy ass was on the couch watching tv for a change – yes, we were definitely a bad influence on each other, but neither of us gave a flying fuck!
"Mind if I give your mouth a try?" he asked, largely rhetorically as he dropped his jogging pants and stepped onto the couch, placing one of his legs on either side of me, bending his knees a bit, just enough so that his massive cock was bouncing up and down in front of my face. As I opened up my mouth, he locked his hands behind my head and pulled it towards him, sliding his dick – with some minor trail and error – into my willing suck hole. His cock had barely passed my lips or my cunt was already moist. I had my boy's cock in my mouth, at last! Not one for the gentle or romantic approach – as I had learned by recent events – Malcolm started fucking my mouth rather roughly, gradually stuffing more and more of his fuck stick in, which eventually started to make me gag. After each gag reflex, he let up for a few seconds, only to jam it back a bit further and deeper afterwards; it was outrageous the way he was fucking my mouth: holding my head between his hands and sliding it up and down his fat pole. Most men couldn't even pull this off with their wives; but here I was, taking his incestuous, offensive abuse, eagerly. And this was the first time I had his cock in my mouth!
Feeling his cock throb as my lips polished his shaft, made me so fucking wet that I started playing with my tits and started rubbing my clit through my skirt as I sucked off my boy. He moaned and groaned and seemed to enjoy every second of it. Eventually he moaned and whispered:"Here it comes." as he ejaculated in my mouth for the very first time. He coated my whole mouth and throat with his juicy slime, forcing me to swallow several times. When he had nothing left to give, he released his hold on my head but kept his cock in my mouth. He knew he didn't have to force me to suck his cock: the hold had simply been for his benefit: no matter how accommodating a woman is, every man wants to force himself on her once in a while, just to assert his dominance. I was only too happy to let Malcolm have his way with me!
I sucked the last few drops from his cock, savoring the salty taste. When his cock eventually slipped out, he zipped back up and said:"I'll have more for you to swallow in a few hours!"
I smiled and whispered:"You know where to find me."
During the next two hours and forty minutes of watching mind-numbing soaps and completely ignoring my household duties, I regularly checked the clock wondering when Malcolm was going to make another appearance, but he never did. When his father came home, he walked into the living room and talked to the both of us for about ten minutes. First chance he got, he signaled me – behind Jason's back – and gave me the universal wanking gesture, followed by the equally universal gesture for a blowjob. He excused himself straight away, saying that he had to prepare for some upcoming job interviews – yeah, right. A few minutes after he'd left, I also left the living room and headed up the stairs to his room, where he had already started taking off his clothes. As I walked in, he got on his hands and knees – butt naked – and whispered:"Milk me."
I kneeled beside him and grabbed his big cock, which was pointing straight at the floor; like I was milking a cow, I started jerking him off. Feeling particularly raunchy with everything that had happened today, I got in behind him and quickly peeled off my own clothes. Then I got on my back and positioned my head under his crotch; after jerking his cock at my face for about half a minute, I raised my head and started sucking his fat tip. Our unusual relative positions and the fact that I was jerking and sucking his cock at the same time, sent him over the edge pretty quickly; I eagerly swallowed it all and kept licking and stroking him till he went completely soft. Pleasuring my son, with his father in the house, was a new experience for me; one that had made me soaking wet and that I wouldn't mind repeating over and over, and over again :-)
As Malcolm got up and put on his boxers, I was still casually playing with my wet pussy – not sure what to do about its need for attention – and he took me completely off guard by kneeling next to me, whispering:"Need some help?" and wriggling two fingers into my wet cunt. Overwhelmed by an uncontrollable lust, I hiked up my knees and opened my legs as wide as I could, offering my son unhindered access; which he zealously used to finger the stuffings out of my sloppy cunt. Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to object; as soon as he started pumping his fingers in and out of me, I was gone. The only thing I could think of was getting his fingers deeper inside of me; to that end, I grabbed both thighs and pulled my knees against my chest to open myself up to the maximum extent humanly possible. In that wide-open, vulnerable position it only took about ten to fifteen more pumps to get me to climax; I clenched my eyes shut and opened my mouth slightly – making sure not to utter a sound – and just came, and came... and came. His strong, long fingers drilled me from one orgasm to another, pleasuring me like no vibrator had ever been able to!
After what seemed like an eternity – but which was actually fifteen minutes – I finally had to beg Malcolm to stop as I was genuinely afraid of losing my mind: I simply couldn't take anymore! Immediately after pulling his fingers out gently, Malcolm got up and headed for the bathroom, probably to freshen up and wash his fingers. After laying on the ground for a few minutes, composing myself, I heard him going down and followed him another ten minutes later.
Malcolm laid low for the rest of the evening, which made me all the more curious about the next day; which was Friday, our last day alone together before the weekend. Jason was going to be home, so I didn't quite know how we were going to get through it.
The next morning, following the pattern we had established over the past few days, I waited impatiently at the breakfast table. As usual, Jason left for work long before Malcolm returned from his morning run which gave me some time to reflect on recent events. I could honestly say that I didn't regret a single thing, as a matter of fact; it made me soaking wet thinking about what a slut and downright whore I had become for my son. My cunt contracted when I thought about his fingers wiggling around inside of me last night. Now that he had stuck his fingers into me, it was only a matter of time before he'd want to stick something else up there, I figured, and truth be told; I could hardly wait! But as I had reminded Malcolm more than once – and myself constantly – I wasn't the one in the driver's seat; I was just a willing slut, a mindless cunt, a whore for free, with just one purpose: to give into – and encourage – every sexual urge and impulse my son could think of!
