Chapter 3

I looked hesitantly at Dylan, who had a real fear in his eyes. Kathy took her hand off my balls, and off my chest. She pulled a cushioned footrest in front of the couch. It was then that I was figuring out there was something going on in her mind besides the “wrongness” of this. She didn’t have to grab my swollen balls but she did. She wanted to see this. She was getting turned on. There was some carnal desire in this sexpot that neither her bible nor her upbringing could completely stifle. I decided if this was how it was, I was going to do my level best to make sure she didn’t regret it. I had to put on somewhat of a show.

Dylan, I could tell, was not feeling as confident as I was. He had wide eyes, shifting back and forth as he watched me stand up and take the short steps over to him. Kneeling down in front of him, I said, “just try to enjoy it man. it’s gonna be fine.” I moved the pillow he had put in front of himself and put my hands on his chest. I am not a guy that’s necessarily attracted to other men. Like, I don’t see a guy and want to fuck him just based on looks. A cock, on the other hand, has a powerful effect on me. But I thought she might like to see more than just me and his cock, so I rubbed down his body.

I ran my tongue along his stomach and moved one hand down between his legs. “Close your eyes, man.” I cupped his balls and noticed his cock had a definite semi. He was still thick with horny desire, especially in that gorgeous plump cockhead, and his cock looked heavy, ready to be used as a powerful tool.

As I held his cock up, I saw out of the corner of my eye Kathy move to my right side, sitting on the sectional. She wanted a better view.

I knew it.

I smiled inside to myself as i licked the underside of his cock. I felt him begin to swell in my hand, and I stroked more blood into his cock. I wanted momma to be proud of her baby boy. I ran my tongue along the length of his dick, stroking more as my mouth went to his balls, which had sprouted thin blonde hairs. I played with each testicle with my tongue, rolling it back and forth as my hand stroked him.

When I finally came up and engulfed most of Dylan’s cock in my mouth, I heard a deep breath and a low, guttural to my right. I looked to my right to see Kathy’s left hand on her breast, stroking her nipple through her blouse. I noticed the other nipple was rock hard, poking through her blouse as well. Seemed like I was getting it done.

“Don’t look at me, cocksucker.” She chuckled to herself. “Dylan, baby, if you want to, you can look at me.”

I went right back to work, focusing on my efforts. I went at a moderate pace, enjoying the feeling of Dylan’s cock reaching its full hardness in my mouth. My tongue could feel the blood coursing through his cock as he pulsed with a quickened heartbeat. I savored the salty and tangy taste of his precum.

“Put your hand on the back of his head Dylan. Show me you can guide him on your cock.”

“No need mom, he knows what he’s doing.”

I stopped and looked up at him. He stopped and looked down at me. If we had not been where we were, it would have been hilarious. But there we were. Dylan had just said that. To his mom.