Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... I felt his stomach tighten as I rested my hand on it lightly to steady him. “You gunna cum Baby?” I asked. “Oh yeah Mom! God yeah! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! You’re gunna make me do it!!! Don’t stop!!!” he cried out as he threw his head back onto the pillow and grabbed at his thighs. I was so into the hand-job I was giving my son; I couldn’t remember ever being so excited. “I’m gunna make him cum!” I kept saying to myself. “He WANTS me to make him cum!” Up—Down, Up—Down, Up—Down, Up—Down, faster. Then… …I got this overwhelming urge. I remember my husband absolutely loved it when I gave him a blow job. The slower the better, he liked it. His favorite, and I think mine too, were the times we were going out on the town or to a party and we were all dressed up nice; him in his best suit and me in a low-cut, sheer gown that showed off my tits or in one of my short revealing dresses that showed a lot of leg. I would tease him as I got dressed and put my make-up on, saying things like, “I’m going to give you a nice slow blow job in the car on the way to the party”. Or once we got there I would tell him. “I’m going to the ladies room to fix my lipstick”. He knew what that meant. If he met me, and we could find a reasonably safe place, I would pull his dick right through his open fly and suck it for him with a fresh coat of lipstick on my lips. I loved leaving my red lip prints all over his dick. Sometimes I was so into it that I really didn’t care if someone saw us or not. ...

... Sometimes I even fantasized that someone was watching. Usually I blew him until he came in my mouth and I’d just swallowed it. I’d kiss it and then slip it back into his pants. He loved that. I missed that feeling of excitement and adventure. I missed the taste and feel of cum in my mouth. I didn’t what to miss it anymore. “Happy birthday baby.” I whispered to my son, then as I lowered my head, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of my son’s throbbing cock. It really took him my surprise. “OH MY GOD YES!!! OH GOD! OH GOD MOM! THAT’S IT! DO THAT!!! DO IT!!! BLOW ME FOR REAL!!!!” Brian all but screamed as he thrashed on the bed. It was obvious he’d thought about me blowing him as well. His legs went out stiff and straight on either side of me as he pulled at the blanket beneath him. He was beginning to jerk his hips a little more and lift his ass up off the bed as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my hand up a little more on his stomach trying to settle him some, pushing down gently trying to keep him in place so that he could cum in my mouth. “You’re blowing me! You’re blowing me Mom! You’re blowing me!” he kept saying. “Um-hum...” I moaned around the plump head of his cock. I sucked on it and let my tongue swirl around it as I continues jerked him off. I heard myself moan, “Um— Um— Um— Um—…” with each stroke as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth; waiting for him to cum so I could taste it; feel it in my mouth. It took less than a minute ...