The next time I came to his room, as usual David was lying there waiting for me. Instead of hiding himself the way he had at first, the covers were only up to his waist. I walked over and stood next to his bed.
"Mind if I peek under there?" I asked as I lifted the corner of his sheet and folded everything back to his knees.
"My, my, what have we here?" I kidded him, referring to his erection, "Why don't you scoot over so I have a place to sit."
After I sat down I asked, "Would you like to open my robe?"
His hands were a little shaky and he fumbled around a bit as he did it. I didn't do anything to help him and occupied myself with letting down my hair. When he was done, I took his hand and brought it to me.
"These are for you, tiger."
He started out touching my nipples with the tips of his fingers. They stiffened immediately. He raised his eyebrows.
"See. . . just like I said they would," I told him.
Slowly he got more adventuresome. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them hesitantly.
"Oooooh. . . they LIKE that," I encouraged him.
He moved them from side to side with the palm of his hand then held his hand under the bottom of one and lifted it as if judging it's weight. Of course he repeatedly came back to playing with my nipples. Needless to say, no matter what he was doing, it delighted me.
"That's nice, squeeze it a little," I said, referring to the nipple he had between his finger and his thumb, "that feels sooooo good."
I put my hands over his signaling him that I liked what he was doing and wanted him to keep doing it. He was making me more and more aroused.
"I'll bet I know something else you'd like even better," I said.
"What's that?"
"They like to be kissed."
"Wow, really?. . . Can I do that?" he asked, looking incredulous with his eyebrows raised.
"Sure."
He repositioned himself, leaned across my lap and started kissing the side of my breast with tentative little pecks, gradually working his way towards the nipple. When he got there he took it between his lips and sucked softly, brushing it with the tip of his tongue and letting it pop in and out of his mouth. I put my hand behind his head to hold him against me. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
"You're my little baby again," I whispered in his ear.
"So, I got to do this when I was a baby, huh?" he asked, somehow managing to keep everything in his mouth as he spoke.
"For over a year actually," I clarified for him.
For a while he forgot about anything else and nursed me for quite some time. I could feel his erection pressed against the side of my leg. Eventually he pulled his head away, resumed touching my breasts with his hand and started stroking himself with the other. Because of the side I was sitting on, he had to do it with his left hand but, even though he's right-handed, it didn't seem to bother him.
Before too awfully long he said, "I'm going to cum, mom."
He had begun telling me when it was about to happen, at my request, a few days before. I loved knowing in advance. It made the anticipation all the more delicious.
"Here it comes," he exclaimed in a breathy whisper and his cum landed on both of us, part on his chest and part on mine.
And then the strangest thing happened: I spontaneously did something that I had never even considered doing beforehand.
A fair amount of cum was on my forearm and as soon as I saw it there, I raised my arm and licked it off. David's mouth hung open because he was just as surprised as I was. Neither of us said a word. For a few seconds we froze in place, just staring at each other. I couldn't think of anything earth shattering to say so I made a production of licking my lips.
"Ummm. . . yummy," I murmered.
He gave me a huge smile and then, right after I swallowed it, for the very first time I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a passionate kiss; just a warm, lingering, loving kiss and he kissed me back the same way. We had never kissed like that before. Not ever.
I stayed very close to him and with our lips barely apart I told him, "I love you."
"Can I kiss you again?" he whispered back and as I nodded 'yes' he did, this time much more ardently. Wet and warm our lips glided over each other, back and forth. As I registered that it was my very own son I was doing this with, a tingling sensation went through my whole body. I clearly remember feeling that.
Considering my past experiences, in more ways than one this whole thing was very unusual. I had performed oral sex on my husband a few times but I didn't particularly like doing it. I had always spit out his cum because it seemed like the obvious thing to do. He had never told me that men like it if you swallow it. My best girlfriend told me that years later. I think it implies some kind of acceptance or something. Somehow my son's cum was different. It didn't really have any flavor, kind of the same as egg whites, but taking it into my mouth and swallowing it seemed to be an almost spiritual thing. I know that sounds ridiculous but that's the way I felt.
In the logical sequence of things, I'm sure that the reader can figure out what happened next. With me sitting on his bed every night and my son right next to me, stroking himself to orgasm, it was inevitable. I knew it was going to happen and I anticipated that he would ask. Surprisingly he didn't. Instead of making any kind of request verbally, one time he silently took my hand, placed it on his cock and with raised eyebrows and a half smile on his face, looked at me expectantly. I let my hand lie there and I didn't remove it but I didn't do anything with it either. Of course I knew exactly what he had in mind.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," I said. "You know what happens. . . one thing leads to another and before you know it, we've gone too far."
The whole time I'm saying this my hand is where he put it, lying there, motionless. Even though I wasn't doing anything to stimulate him, I felt his cock reacting to my hand's presence. It wasn't getting bigger, because it was already as big as it could get, but periodically it tensed and lifted a fraction of an inch off his abdomen, lifting my hand with it.
"Oh no, I swear on a stack of bibles," he said, "I'll never ask for anything else. Please, PLEASE."
