About a third of the way through Danny shifted on the couch, bringing his legs up beside him and leaning his head against me, I raised my arm and let him snuggle into the crook of my arm while he draped his arm across my abdomen. Sometime later I noticed his hand slowly rubbing against my belly and working up my chest. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, just rubbed his shoulder and kept watching the movie. I guess he took this as encouragement because I soon felt his fingertips caressing the bottom of my left breast. I could have batted it away but, damn it, it felt good to finally have someone desire me again, like he obviously did, and show it. I let him continue and soon, as the movie began to wind-up he was teasing my nipple through the thin cloth of my night shirt and squeezing and cupping my breast in earnest. Meanwhile I'd been lazily scratching his back.
As the credits rolled he leaned back, lifting his head from my shoulder and surprised me by kissing me on the lips. I was stunned (again) by his brashness, but softened quickly and relaxed into his lips. Tentatively I felt his tongue play across my lips and after the barest of debates I parted my lips to let him kiss me in earnest. I realized that my resistance was steadily crumbling and pondered that as his tongue explored my mouth and mine began to do the same to his. The more I thought about it the more I couldn't come up with a reason why I shouldn't take the love and attention being offered, but still the expectations of society hung darkly in the back of my mind.
I broke the kiss and pulled his hand off my breast panting. "Baby, I appreciate the attention, but please, you know I'm not comfortable with this -- we had a lovely evening, let's just leave it at that and go to bed for the night, ok?" The confused, hurt look on his face had my motherly concern rising up and overriding my discomfort. "What's wrong honey?"
He looked up at me sheepishly, "But Mom, I know you like it; I can tell by the way your nipples are poking through your shirt. I know you want it, and deserve it, why not take it?" He stood before me, another erection tenting his boxers, and smiled wickedly down at me, "Besides, look at what you do to me. You're not going to leave me like this are you?"
I stammered, "B-But honey, we've both already had two showers today, and I, for one, don't want to have to take another." He waited a beat before grinning in earnest, "Well, then I guess you'll just have to swallow it all like you did this morning, huh, Mom?" My mouth fell open stunned at how forward and commanding he was being. In one sudden, fluid, move he slid his boxers from his hips stepped forward, taking my head in his hands, and thrust the tip of his dick into my open mouth.
"See, I knew you'd understand" he said as he pushed forward, forcing a snort from my nostrils. He pulled back and thrust forward again, back and forth, finding his rhythm. As he pushed into my mouth his hands pulled on my head and I began leaning forward off the couch to meet his thrusts, pressing my hands on his thighs for balance.
I furrowed my brown in consternation as he was manhandling my face on his cock. How had all this happened? I would never have let my husband treat me this way and certainly had never given him as much head in months as I had given to my son in two days. It made me wonder if maybe I should have been more receptive to my husband's desires as the returns I was getting from my son sure seemed to make up for having a dick in my mouth.
Danny broke me out of my thoughts, "C'mon Mom, put some suction in it like you did before, you know how!" I did my best to please him, knowing he would return the favor in time, tightening my lips on his shaft and sucking hard trying to give him what he demanded.
