Chapter 4

Her eyes glance down at my bulge and the excitement’s returned to her voice. “What do you want me to do once I’m down there?”

My fingers start to work on freeing my cock. “What do you think?”

Her brown eyes widened as what I wanted dawned on her. “That’s what you want? Are you sure, Hanson?”

The constricting nature is gone as air hits my dick and know it’s never been this hard. “I want you to get on your knees and pull my pants down the rest of the way. Then I want you to suck my dick while Walt records it.”

There’s nothing defensive in her tone. “I’ve never done that. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I look her in the eyes and nod slowly. “Yes, mom, that’s what I want. I don’t care that you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

She shakes her head a little. “But I’m your mother. There has to be something else.”

There’s no doubt in my words or on my body. “I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?”

Her eyes open wide as she shakes her head and lowers herself before me. Mom’s eyes are focused on my hard dick dripping a little in anticipation, but I want her looking up at me. My hands press across her scalp against her hair and wish she would let it loose. It’d be easier to grab, but she gets the picture and is soon looking right at me.

Walt kneels to the side of us and don’t need to look away from her eyes to know what he’s recording right now. Her hands move tentatively to my shaft as her lips part and feel the heat grow within me. If this were anyone else’s hands, I’d be disappointed as fuck, but it isn’t just someone else’s hands. These are the inexperienced hands mom and I’ll teach her what I like.

Her lips part over the head of my dick and don’t even get a little tongue action. Mom’s head starts to bob a little, but she’s not deep enough. My hands pull until the head presses against her tongue and it’s just lying there. I’m tempted to release her head to guide her hands, but don’t want to miss her lips stretching around my shaft and won’t take the chance of ruining Walt’s shot.

There’s only one thing to do now. My hands start to control her head and start to move my hips a little. I don’t want to gag her, at least not yet. If I knew what her reaction was going to be, I wouldn’t care about waiting. The last thing I want is for her to puke on my dick, since that would kill the mood. I know some guys are into that shit, but to each their own.

With me being in complete control, it’s finally starting to feel great. Mom’s hands and mouth were good, but this is so much better. Her tongue’s moving just as much as her hands, which is not at all. Just my luck. I finally have her right where I want her, which is on her knees watching me with my dick shoved in her mouth, and she doesn’t have a fucking clue.