A girl has to make a living somehow, right?! We all have talents and ablities. Is it my fault that what I’m really good at is making a man cum?! I have to take care of myself and my son somehow, right?! It’s not like some ‘knight in shining armour’ is going to come along and take all my worries away. No! Several knights cum see me every night of the week and pay for my special talents and abilities. Then they go home to thier castles and the queens that are thier wives. They come to me because I am the best at giving them what they can’t seem to get at home! I look like a princess but fuck like a whore which is what I am, a whore, a mommy, and thier princess in need of rescue, if for only an hour or two. I satisy all thier fantasies and desires so I can put food on the table for my son and I, but who satisfies me?
I can get so horny after a hard night’s work. You would think that with what I do for a living I wouldn’t be interested in sex at all, but you couldn’t be more wrong. When I’m working, it’s not so much about me getting off as it is about me getting my clients off. So, work was just one great big tease without satisfaction before I discovered my son’s hidden desires and talents.
Late one night I came home incredibly horny with only one thought on my mind, I needed to cum! It had been a long night and the evidence of all my clients’ satisfaction was slowly leaking out of my panties and dribbling down my legs. Still, I walked into the house quietly so that I wouldn’t wake my son. All I wanted to do was get in my bedroom and masturbate so I could sleep, but I needed to check on my son to make sure that I wouldn’t be disturbed. Imagine my surprise when I slowly opened my son’s door for a peek and found him on his knees, whispering, rocking back and forth, and stroking his enormous erection while looking at pictures spread out on the floor. I was intrigued, so I crept into his room for a look. As I got closer, I was able to make out exactly what type of pictures had my son so aroused. They were pictures of me, his own mother, naked and filled with cum.
I know that I should’ve been angry or at least upset because it was obvious that he had been in my bedroom going through my personal things. It’s not like I left those type of pictures lying around for just anybody to see especially my own son. However, in my current horny frame of mind, it just stimulated my lust all the more. I was directly behind him and I could finally hear what was he was so fervently whispering over and over, “Cum for me Mommy! Cum on me Mommy!”
I don’t know if it was my desire, his whispered chant or the combination of both, but I felt like I was in a trance. I pushed up my tight skirt and slowly slid my saturated panties down. My son was so engrossed with the pictures and his stroking that he didn’t even notice me standing behind him half naked rubbing my own swollen clit until I said, “Turn around baby and make Mommy cum.”
I had barely spoken above a whisper, but my son jumped as if I had yelled and said, “Oh Mommy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean .. “
Whatever he was going to say was quickly quieted when he turned around and looked at me. His face was right in front of my sloppy swollen pussy and the sight of it stopped him cold. Without a thought, I reached forward and grabbed his hair and head shoving his face into my cum-filled cunt. If there was anything else he had meant to say, it was abruptly cut off as I ground my pussy into my own horny son’s face.
“Make Mommy cum baby! Eat me, baby! That’s it, eat Mommy’s cum-filled cunt!” I moaned.
Without hesistation, my son began to greedily lick and suck on my sloppy wet pussy. He was a natural, a born pussy licker! I held his face tight to me and pumped my hips as I felt his tongue burrow deeper and deeper inside my hot hole. I was so aroused and he was so good that my cunt was soon gushing and he was savagely swallowing as much as he could manage. I looked down at my eager, hungry son and yanked his head back to look him in the eyes. My son’s innocent, sweet face looked up at me with my cum and the cum of all my clients smeared all over it and dribbling from the corners of his mouth, “Did you like that baby?” I asked.
“Oh yes, Mommy! I love the way you taste!” he said, “Can I have more?”
(to be continued)
