Recap : Jacob's frustrated mother discovered her son's exquisite talent for eating pussy and has been riding his face to orgasm again and again while refusing to repay the kindness. Jacob has decided to demand satisfaction.
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Jacob stood in the dark of his parents' bedroom by the side of their bed. He had been hoping his mother was still awake but she was dead to the world. He watched her breasts rise and fall under the lacy white nightdress; the curve of her nipples pointing provocatively through the thin fabric.
He watched her lips part as she breathed softly. His father, on the other side of the bed snuffled like a hog, even in sleep he sounded disgruntled. Jacob had strode into the room with the heart of a lion but found his resolve weakening as he looked down upon his adorable Momma in repose.
Only a couple of days ago he'd had a normal UN-healthy relationship with her: Sneaking glances up her skirt when her thighs accidentally parted, wishing he could slide his furtive hand up her pantyhosed thigh to the dark hairy temple between her legs. Leering at her tight-skirted ass-wiggle as she walked around the house, wanting only to slam his rampant dick up her curvaceous mumsy bum. The jiggling breasts. The lickable nipples. The luscious blow-job lips. The cheeky teasing. There was no doubt about it ~ he had 'thing' for his mother.
When his mom's friend, Melanie, had begun flirting with him he'd leapt at the chance and responded with all the endearing charm he could muster. They began a relationship and he had begun to learn the art of cunnilingus. In a short time he'd become an expert. When his mother learned of this... that was when his whole world tipped sideways.
After his mother had confessed her desire to have him overcome her orgasm drought Jacob had been lovingly and obediently licking her fantastic furry pussy whenever the opportunity arose; for three days he'd exhibited the skills he'd learned from Melanie and each time his mom had heartlessly deserted him after extracting from his new-found talents a series spine-
tingling climaxes. Enough was enough. Now he wanted payback. He was going to demand it. He was going to be strong. Take control. Be a man!
Janey, his mother, had this stupefyingly ridiculous notion that having sexual intercourse with your own son is, in some old-fashioned namby-pamby-moralistic way, wrong. Well, to hell with that! Jacob had gathered all his best arguments into one iron intention of persuading her to change her mind. After all they'd done together, he felt, it was the least she could do.
Or even just a lick. Or the touch of her hand. His steely determination was dissolving in the presence of her soft skin, her cute kissable lips, her perfectly touchable curves.
He pulled his parent's duvet lower to reveal her body. Her nightdress was up around her belly and she was wearing matching underwear; a pale cream colour with tiny butterflies or flowers on them - he couldn't quite make it out in the dark.
He admitted to himself that this was already a dream 'cum' true for him. He'd been besotted with his curvy, cheeky, gorgeous mom for years and had developed quite a covert routine of stealing and enjoying her worn panties and pantyhose. Using her scents and stains to reach dizzying heights of masturbatory euphoria.
But... even though he was in seventh heaven when he was lying under his mother's beautiful body and sliding his tongue and fingers into her molten gash he was agonisingly crippled every time she denied him. He didn't for one second begrudge her the pleasure he was providing. It was an indescribable feeling to give the woman you love most in the world a toe-curling, brain-flipping orgasm. Swallowing her flowing juices, making her cum run down the side of your face... he looked down at the huge tentpole in his joggy-bottoms.
These dirty thoughts dominating his mind were bringing home to him the unfairness, the un-equal-ness of their relationship. Was it so bad to want a justifiable reward for his efforts? If there was a god of mother-fuckers, he would pray to him. Or her. Probably a him.
He prodded his mother's arm.
"Hey." he said, softly. He shook her gently by the shoulder. He leaned closer and was going to shake her again when he noticed his perpendicular penis was almost poking her face. He looked at his mother's statuesque face. An idea washed over him with a undeniable inevitability. Yes. Do it. He freed his cock, gave it a few obligatory strokes, then rubbed the fat swollen helmet over his mother's lips and nose and cheeks and... his heart was beating at an incredible rate.
He rubbed the damp tip in her nostrils, thinking maybe the scent of her young man's sex will awaken her to an irresistible desire? He rubbed the head on her pretty lips. He slid his shaft slowly along her lips then back again, enjoying the sensation of her mouth catching on his hot skin. Before he knew what was happening, her mouth had opened and he'd pushed half of his cock inside.
Her eyes popped open. He looked down. She looked up. He could feel her tongue exploring, a confused look on her face as she woke and figured things out. Jacob was wretched with fear; sexually assaulting Mom's mouth was not on his blueprint for the evening. His heart had stopped beating. Then he felt a jiggling. His mother was laughing. Chuckling with her mouth full, her eyes sparkled with joy in the gloom.
He laughed also, mainly from the relief. Janey gave him a delicious little suck then pulled his cock out of her face. Still laughing she asked, "What are you doing?"
"It, er, just kind of, er, slipped in."
"It did, did it?"
He didn't put his cock away but stood there with it pointing at her, like a waggling finger telling her off. He suddenly remembered why he was there.
"I have come-"
"Where?"
"Shhh. I have come to make a demand."
"You have, have you?"
"We are lodging a formal protest at our unfair and unkind treatment."
"We?"
"Me and, er, little-me." Jacob nodded, indicating his cock. Janey reached out and slid her hand up and down the shaft.
"Not so little, honey,"
"None of that." Jacob wrestled his thick, stiff rod back inside his joggy-bottoms. "We will not be swayed from our purpose! We are here to make a demand for, for, for... I can't think of the word. I've lost a lot of blood from my brain just at the minute but you get the idea."
There was the sound an angry bear shuffling awake.
"Whuzzgoing on?" Janey's husband slurred.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow?" Janey whispered. Jacob held up his finger like a pontificating politician.
"Not talk, negotiate. We shall negotiate terms or there will be rebellion in the ranks!"
"Go on, get to bed." She pushed Jacob away playfully.
"What doezzhewant forfuckzzake??" The slumbering grizzly asked.
At the door Jacob paused. "A tactical retreat! Not an admission of defeat!" He announced then vanished into the dark. Janey's husband sat up in bed. She could hear Jacob down the hall proclaiming, "Tomorrow is another day! Up the workers!"
"Whazzat th'boy? Izza dog puking up again?"
"What? No. When was the dog sick?"
"Don't bother me with fuckinquestions, woman! I hav'ta get up in a coupl'a fuckinhours. Stupizzzfersnurklzzz."
Jacob's father wrapped the duvet around him and moped back to sleep, leaving Janey exposed to the night, and to her thoughts. She chuckled to herself at her
