Sarah heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs; her son was coming down for breakfast. Her husband had just left; his seed was leaking sluggishly from her slit.
"Morning, honey!" she chirped as Declan entered the kitchen. She kissed him, but when she went to break away, he held her closer, his tongue sneaking into her mouth. Sarah groaned, feeling his possessive hand on her hip. His other hand moved under her robe to cup her pussy over her panties. He chuckled into the kiss, feeling the load dribbling out.
"Looks like Dad already fucked you," he said, breaking away to sit at the table. A plate of bacon and eggs was ready for him.
"You know your father, he's insatiable in the mornings."
He nodded, digging in.
"So what does today look like for you?" she asked, sitting at the table as well.
"I have a French test, a history project to work on, and student government meeting, but besides that, it's the usual."
Sarah nodded, watching as her son went back to eating. He was tall and strapping, physically the spitting image of his father. It was a pleasure for her, having the two of them in her life. They turned her on so much, using her the way she loved; even just the sight of Declan's muscles, rolling and flexing underneath his t-shirt, made her bite her lip.
Also like his father, he was a quick eater, devouring the plate of food. "Thanks Mom," he said as she took the plate to the sink. She felt his eyes on her backside as she washed it.
When she finished, she turned back. He was staring intently at her; after a few seconds he crooked a finger, drawing her to him.
"Get on your knees," he ordered. Sarah obeyed. Quickly he fished his cock out, presenting it to her. She descended hungrily, licking it, loving it, giving it the attention it deserved. It was so heavy and hard, filling her hand perfectly as she stroked it up and down.
Watching his reaction, she closed her mouth on the head and went as far down as she could. He groaned, feeling the warmth of her mouth around him. Her saliva coated his shaft, dripping down the length to his balls. Her hand darted there, holding them.
Sarah worked her mouth up and down. Breathless, she broke off to suck at those heavy balls. He cursed, gritting his teeth. Sarah sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, eagerly worshipping it. She did the same to the other and giggled inwardly at the look on her son's face.
As soon as that one came out of her mouth, Declan stood, taking hold of her hair, leading her into the center of the kitchen. She stayed on her knees obediently for him, her mouth wide open and hungry.
Eyes blazing with lust, Declan shoved his cock into his mother's mouth. At the same time, he pulled on her hair, moving her face forward so that his thrust met her movement. In seconds his balls were pressed against her chin. Her lips were stretched wide around his invading shaft, drool cascading off to gather at his balls. Sarah could feel him poking at her throat.
Declan groaned, pulling back. Half of his shaft reappeared, covered in her spit, only to go back inside. Again he pulled back and again he thrust. He pulled back again, all the way this time, and Sarah again dove to his balls, slurping at them, licking off all the saliva that had coated them.
His grasp on her hair pulled her off his balls. Although she was denied that treat, it was quickly replaced by his cock once again taking her mouth. This time there was no patience; Declan fucked her mouth like it was a loose pussy. Sarah moaned, writhing on her knees. His fist held her in place by the hair as his hips snapped forward relentlessly. Her son grunted and cursed as he plundered her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. Her pussy was creaming at the brutal treatment.
Sarah came, on her knees, her mouth being fucked by her son's lovely prick. His thickness glided along her tongue, filling her mouth. He was hunched over her as he pulled her down onto him, until his balls were insistent at her lips, as if he wanted them in her mouth too. She gagged, tears forming, cumming harder. The grip on her hair did not slack, his cock staying lodged in her gullet.
Declan let go and pulled out. Sarah gasped for air, watching as he began to stroke himself. Quickly she put herself in position, head tilted back and eyes closed. The sounds of his grunts and his fist moving up and down his length were so erotic, she practically came again waiting for her facial.
He groaned, and seconds later she felt the spurts hit her face. The first splashed onto her forehead, dripping down over her closed eyes. The second added to it, the third arcing up into her hair. The fourth hit a cheek, the fifth splattering against the other cheek. Sarah kept still, moaning as her son dumped his thick load all over her face. She loved it, loved being marked like this. She would keep this prize on her face for a while, until she could not hold out, until she needed to taste it. She would need to text him for permission but he usually gave it to her.
Finally Declan finished. Her face was coated in his semen and she heard the sound of his smartphone camera. She giggled, imagining him masturbating to it in a school bathroom.
She heard him pull his pants back up and leave the kitchen. "See you later Mom, love you," he called out as he left.
"Love you too, good luck at school!" she shouted back.
It was just past five-thirty when the front door opened. Sarah was in the kitchen, working on dinner. She heard footsteps, and somebody clomping about for a few minutes. Declan finally walked in and plopped down into one of the chairs around the kitchen table.
"How was your day, honey?" she asked.
"Good. Student government ran long, that's why I'm late."
"Oh, that's ok, I figured."
"Come here," Declan said. She set the burner on low and walked to him.
He gestured to his lap. Sarah dropped to her knees and watched as he took out his cock. Immediately she pounced, sucking on the head. It was not fully erect, but it grew as she sucked. Her hand moved to grasp it at the base.
