On the large queen's bed, two figures were lying together, one larger than the other. The smaller one was Karen, and the larger one was her son, Otis. They were both naked, with their bodies pressed against each other.
Karen was holding her son, cradling him in her arms. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and his penis was nestled between her legs. He had his head resting on her shoulder, and his arms were wrapped around her.
They were both asleep, their breathing slow and steady. The only sounds in the room were the soft creaking of the bed as they moved and the occasional snore from Otis.
In the dark, with only the light of the moon streaming in through the window, they looked like a mother and child, innocent and peaceful. But if anyone were to see them like this, they would know that they were anything but innocent.
As the sun began to rise and the room was bathed in a golden light, the two figures began to stir. Karen opened her eyes first, blinking a few times before stretching and yawning.
She looked down at her son, who was still sleeping peacefully. A smile crept across her face, and she leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Good morning, my sweet boy," she whispered.
Otis mumbled something incoherent in his sleep and shifted, pulling her tighter against him. Karen giggled and snuggled closer, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers.
She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of her son's embrace. She knew that she should get up and start the day, but she couldn't bring herself to move just yet.
"Just a few more minutes," she thought to herself. "Just a few more minutes of this wonderful feeling."
And so they stayed, wrapped in each other's arms,until the sun was fully risen and the sounds of the waking world began to filter in through the window. Then, with great reluctance, they both slowly rose from the bed, their bodies parting reluctantly.
Karen stretched again, arching her back and pushing her breasts out. Otis couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes roaming over her curves.
Karen noticed his gaze and smirked, her nipples hardening under his scrutiny.
"Enjoying the view, my sweet boy?" she asked teasingly.
"Always, mom," he replied, his voice thick with lust.
Karen's eyes drifted down his body, taking in his toned muscles and the hardness of his cock. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, a hunger rising in her.
"Come here and give mommy a kiss, my sweet boy, she said, closing her eyes and pouting her lips, waiting for her son to come and give her a kiss.
Otis grinned and walked over to her, his cock bouncing with each step. He stood in front of her and took her face in his hands, pressing his lips against hers.
The kiss quickly became heated, and their tongues moving against each other in a way that could only be described as erotic.
The morning sunlight streaming through the windows, the two naked figures, the mother and her son, their passion growing, their bodies pressed against each other, their kisses becoming deeper and more urgent.
As they kissed, Karen could feel her son's cock growing and pressing against her thigh. She moaned into his mouth and reached down, wrapping her hand around his length.
"Mmm, someone's eager," she murmured, stroking him slowly.
Otis moaned and thrust into her hand, his hips moving of their own accord.
"How can I not be when you're so sexy, mom?" Otis whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Karen laughed and shook her head.
"Well, then, let's see if we can do something about that," she said, dropping to her knees in front of her son and taking his erect penis in her hand.
"Mmmm, you're so big, my sweet boy," she murmured, rubbing her cheek against the shaft, smearing her cheek with pre-cum.
She looked up at her son, her eyes shining with lust, and gave him a wicked smile.
"I think I know what I want for breakfast," she purred, and without another word, she opened her mouth and took him inside, enveloping his cock in her warm, wet mouth.
"Ahhh, mom!" Otis moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to suck him.
The fresh morning air changed to a lewd atmosphere, and the sound of a woman sucking on a cock resounded through the room.
"Suck suck suck... slurp slurp..."
"Mmmmm..."
"Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmmm..."
Otis could only stand there and moan, his legs shaking and his hands clutching his mother's hair as she sucked his cock with an intensity and skill that could only be described as practiced.
She had been doing this with him since he was 12, and now, at 16, she was even better than before.
"Slurp, slurp, lick... mmm..."
Her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, massaging and caressing his cock with an expert touch. She knew exactly how to please her son, and she did it with a fervor that would put any other woman to shame.
"Ahh... Ahh... Mmmm..."
Karen looked up at her son, his face a mask of pleasure and desire, and smiled inwardly.
She loved pleasuring her son like this and seeing the look of ecstasy on his face as he lost himself in the pleasure of her mouth. She loved the taste of his cock, the way it filled her mouth and stretched her lips, and the way it pulsed and throbbed against her tongue. She loved the feeling of control she had over him—the power she had to bring him to the brink of orgasm and then hold him there, suspended on the edge, until she was ready to let him come.
"slurp slurp"
"Ahh!... Ahh!"
She loved the sound of his moans and the way they grew louder and more urgent as she increased the pace and pressure of her oral assault.
Suddenly, she pulled my dick from her mouth with a pop and inhaled deeply. I moaned.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, baby?" She said, furiously rubbing my shaft, "You like your whore mommy's mouth around your fat fucking cock? You like me sucking and slobbering all over it?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She licked her lips and continued stroking my cock.
"Good," she purred, "because I love it, too. I love the taste of your big, hard cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I love the way you moan and groan when I'm sucking you off. It makes me so wet."
I looked down as she leaned over and began licking my hefty nuts. My rigid purple member slapped onto her face as she pulled both my tight balls into her mouth and swirled around them with her tongue.
"Ahhhh... Mmmmmm... Fuck!"
"Yeah, that's right, baby, moan for Mommy," she said as she resumed stroking my cock, her saliva making her hand glide up and down the shaft smoothly. "Let me hear how much you love it when I suck your big, fat, juicy cock."
A quick swipe of my taint with her tongue, and then she was back to working my head and shaft. I groaned appreciatively and let her continue working her magic.
Outside, he could hear the sounds of morning life. The sound of cars passing by. The sound of a nearby garbage truck emptying the bins. And, faintly, the sound of someone shouting something from the street. But none of that mattered to him.
All that mattered was the pleasure that was building inside him—the intense sensation of his mother's mouth on his cock.
"Slurp, Slurp, Slurp"
The sound of the blowjob was getting more lewd.
"Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm..."
And the suction in Karen's mouth was getting more intense, the pressure on her lips and tongue increasing until Otis thought he would burst.
He looked down at his mother, her eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his cock with wild abandon. He could see the muscles in her neck working and her throat moving as she swallowed the precum that flowed freely from his tip.
It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
"Ahh... Ahh... Fuck, Mom..."
I was on the edge, but I could feel deep in my loins that this wasn't enough to finish me off. Reaching out, I put my hands on either side of her head to guide her. When this met with no resistance, I firmed the grip of my fingers in her auburn hair and began thrusting with my hips as I moved her head.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmph!"
"Ahh, yeah, take it, Mom, take my cock."
I looked down, watching the head of my dick disappear between her puffy pink lips and reappear covered in her spit. I watched as her nostrils flared as she breathed, and her cheeks reddened with the exertion.
My mother was giving me a sloppy, messy, deep-throat blowjob, and I was loving every second of it.
I increased the speed of my thrusts, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each one.
"Ahh! Yeah, Mom, suck my cock! Suck it like a good little whore!"
My mother moaned and gagged as I fucked her face, her hands coming up to grasp my thighs. Her fingers dug into the flesh there as she held on, letting me use her mouth as a fucktoy.
The force of my thrusts pushed her off her knees onto her ass, and I was treated to the sight of her ample tits flopping out of her scant babydoll as I used her mouth like a pussy.
The feeling of power, the knowledge that I was in complete control, and the sight of my gorgeous, sexy mother submitting to my desires—it was all too much.
My orgasm was upon me.
Holding her head firmly between both hands so that her cheeks smushed together, I relentlessly crammed my cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
I gritted my teeth and growled.
"Take it! Take it, you fucking slut! Take my load in your mouth!"
Her eyes shot open, and she made a muffled sound of surprise, but the sound was quickly replaced by the sounds of choking and gagging as my cockhead slid into her throat.
"Ahh! Here it comes! I'm cumming, Mom!"
I held her head tight, my hands clenched into fists in her hair, and I thrust one last time, burying my cock as far into her mouth as I could.
My balls tightened, and a white-hot surge of ecstasy erupted from my core, sending spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum directly into my mother's throat.
"Fffffffuuuuck!"
She gagged and choked, her eyes rolling back in her head, but I held her firm, forcing her to swallow every drop of my thick, creamy cum.
"Drink it, Mom! Swallow it all, you little slut!"
Mom compiled and gulped down my load obediently, her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm subsided, and I released my hold on her head.
My cock slid from her mouth, covered in a mixture of her saliva and my cum. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her mascara was running down her cheeks, but the expression on her face was pure ecstasy.
She licked her lips and then opened her mouth wide to show me the remnants of my load that still coated her tongue.
'Otis! You naughty, naughty boy!" She purred, "Look at what you did to your poor mother's face. You've got cum everywhere."
She was right. It was everywhere—dripping from her chin and her nose, covering her lips and her cheeks—even some had gotten in her hair.
The semen she couldn't swallow was forming white clumps on her tongue, mixing with her saliva, and forming bubbles.
"Oh my. Look at that mess!" she giggled.
I looked at the sticky, white substance dribbling from her lips.
"What should we do about that?" I asked, trying to hide a smile.
Mom smirked, and then her tongue darted out to lick a blob of semen from the side of her mouth.
"We should clean it up, don't you think?"
She gathered the gooey cum into her mouth and swallowed, her throat bobbing, and then she stuck out her tongue again, showing me that her mouth was empty.
"There. All clean."
"Mmm. Almost. You missed a spot."
I pointed to my cock, which was still only half-soft and was coated in a mixture of her saliva and the last remnants of my seed.
She smiled coyly and licked her lips, and then her eyes met mine.
"Mm, that's right, baby. Mommy needs to make sure you're nice and clean. It wouldn't be fair to leave a mess, now would it?"
I shook my head, and she laughed, and then I leaned forward and licked the underside of my shaft, collecting the gooey sperm and swallowing it.
Then she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, twirled her tongue around the head, and then pulled back, dragging her tongue over the top.
I watched her in awe as she continued to gently lick and suck me, cleaning me completely.
"There. All done."
I watched as she licked her lips and wiped her chin, and then stood up, looking at the clock with a small gasp. She was running late for an important meeting at work and couldn't afford to be tardy. With a sense of urgency, she got up from the bed and quickly got dressed.
"Come on, young man," she said in her sternest mom voice. "You don't want to be late for school. Get dressed and brush your teeth."
I quickly complied, started preparing for school, ate my breakfast with my sisters, and then went to school with them.