I was lying in bed, scrolling through my phone when I heard a knock on my door. I looked up, expecting it to be my dad, but instead, my mother walked in.
She was tall and skinny, with tiny tits and nipples that were verging on being too thick. But what caught my attention was what she was wearing – or rather, what she wasn’t wearing. She had on nothing but a pair of high heels, and she was walking towards me with a seductive sway to her hips.
I couldn’t help but stare as she spread her ass wide with each step, my eyes drawn to the curve of her cheeks and the hint of moisture that glistened between them.
“What are you doing, Mom?” I asked, my voice coming out husky and uncertain.
She laughed, a playful insult on her lips. “What are you doing, lazy bum? Still lying in bed?”
She got closer, her eyes locked on mine as she reached out and ran a hand down my chest. I could feel the heat of her touch through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, and I shivered in response.
“Let me suck the cum out of your cock,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I’m hungry for it.”
I was surprised by her words, but I couldn’t deny the sudden hunger that I felt too. I nodded, and she didn’t waste any time. She reached down and pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock.
She leaned down and took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around me as she began to suck. I moaned, my hands reaching out to grip her hair as she worked me.
“Eat my ass juices,” she said, pulling away for a moment. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”
I was hesitant, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She turned around and bent over, her ass in the air as she waited for me. I hesitated for a moment, but then I leaned in and began to lick.
She moaned, her body trembling as I explored her. I could feel the heat of her, the moisture that coated her skin. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Feed me the cum,” she said, turning around and looking at me with a hunger in her eyes. “I want to taste it directly from your cock.”
I was surprised by her request, but I couldn’t deny her. I stroked myself, feeling the pleasure build as I watched her. And then I came, the cum spurting out and landing on her tongue.
She moaned, savoring the taste as she swallowed. “Delicious,” she said, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
“Why do you like it so much?” I asked, still trying to understand.
She laughed, a playful insult on her lips. “Naive boy,” she said. “It’s just something I enjoy.”
And with that, she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me lying in bed, still trying to understand what had just happened. But one thing was clear – my mother had a hunger for me, and I wasn’t sure if I could deny her.
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