Chapter 20: Permission

Ready for me? I texted Jenna five minutes before midnight.

I didn’t have to wait long before Jenna sent me: My parents are asleep. I’m in the hot tub. Get your sexy butt over here.

I rolled out of bed, changed into a pair of boardshorts, and made the trip down to my backyard. I hadn’t bothered with the lights. I walked to the concrete dividing wall separating our yards, placed my hands on the flat top rail, and jump-pushed myself over the fence. Jenna had left her yard dark, leaving only the starlight to guide my path to her hot tub’s glowing water. I jumped onto the grass and walked across Jenna’s lawn, around her pool, and to her hot tub.

“It’s so dark,” I said, standing on the lip of the hot tub as I stared down at Jenna, sitting in the bubbling blue water. “But it always is. What if I was some stranger instead of me?”

“Shut up and get in here,” Jenna said, her voice bubbly and barely contained. “Dad is going to let us have sex!”

“That’s better than therapy.” I stepped into the bubbling hot tub, the water crawling over my skin and warming my body. “How’d this happen?”

“I,” Jenna said, standing and grabbing my hands. “I”—she smile-cringed before saying— “kissed him!”

“You did what?” I asked without thinking, my voice coming out quick and sharp and curious as my mind slammed against my skull. Her words struck me with the precision of a ball-peen hammer, and I started to chuckle. “Kissed him how?”

Jenna shrugged and looked to the side. “You said I should tease him.”

“Tease, not kiss.”

“I’ve been teasing him every night, but”—it seemed as if she tried to shrink— “but it just kept turning me on. Dad kept fucking Mom every night afterward—I couldn’t take it anymore.” She looked at me; her eyes were big beneath the starlight. “So, I asked him about you, and he said, ‘No,’ and then I said, ‘Well, I need to fuck somebody,’ and I kissed him.” Soft, rapid laughter fell from her lips. “I sat on his lap and kissed him.”

“Holy shit,” I whispered, thinking, Guess what I’ve been doing? “Then what happened?”

“You’re not mad?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s fucking strange, but you’re a strange girl.” Should I have been mad? Was I allowed to be mad? It didn’t matter because I wasn’t mad.

“Shut up,” Jenna said. “I needed to show him how much I needed it. You know what the strange thing was?”

“Stranger than a daughter kissing her father? No, I don’t know what’s stranger than that.” Oh, but I knew, though.

“Dad, kinda, you know,” Jenna whispered, “kissed me back.”

“Oh.” I tried to keep my expression blank as blood flowed into my cock, giving my dangling monster a swift thickening of size.

“Then he pushed me off his lap and went to see Mom.” Jenna sighed. “I’m pretty sure he fucked the hell out of her, which he’s been doing every night since I started teasing him—as you told me to do.” She widened her eyes as she told me that. “Later, after he finished with Mom, he said, ‘Okay. You can be with Mark, but there will be rules.’”

“What kind of rules?” Rules were good. The idea of “rules” didn’t seem to bother my cock, which continued to grow beneath my shorts.

“I don’t know. He wants to see you and your parents tomorrow.”

I took Jenna’s face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I saw the smile of an excited youth stretch her lips, not that I was so old and wise, but she was still young and inexperienced. Not like my mother. Not even like me. Jenna was only fifteen. Maybe waiting a year or two wasn’t such a big deal. What could it—

Jenna stood on her toes, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers. Our lips met and slid together, the perfect union of flesh that parted as our tongues merged, first in my mouth, then pushing into hers. We pressed against each other, our tongues licking and sliding together, generating saliva as we tasted each other. I moved my right hand behind her head and my left down her teen body; the muscles beneath her tight skin felt hard and thick. My hand found her ass, and I filled my palm with her meat.

Oh, yeah, I thought as my fingertips dipped into her crack and traced the thong of her bikini panties. She’s not that young. Within moments, my hard-on pressed into her stomach.

“What?” Jenna asked as I laughed against her lips.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’ve had a long week without you.” But I wouldn’t trade it for all the wishes in the world. “So, you’re a Daddy kisser now?” What a pair we made.

Jenna stared at me, her eyes widening. Her mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

I laughed.

Jenna blushed, the light from around the spa revealing the flushing of her cheeks.

“With tongue?” I teased.

Jenna turned to the side, her eyes going wide, “Yeah, maybe, I don’t know,” she said, her answer spoken with a long, drawn-out embarrassment that only made my prick harder. “I wasn’t thinking about it when I did it. I just did it. I only know how to kiss with tongue, okay? Teasing him was your idea!”

“Daddy kisser,” I said, squeezing her ass. “What a bad little girl you are.”

“I didn’t kiss my Daddy,” Jenna said, looking at me and shaking her head with a don’t be an idiot expression on her face. “I kissed my father.” Her following smile was nothing but coy sweetness and false innocence. “You’re my Daddy, and I love kissing my Daddy.”

“Then give Daddy a kiss.”

Our lips met, and I dug my fingers deeper into her thick ass, making her moan into my mouth. Jenna pulled me down into the water and pushed me back, sitting me down on the spa’s granite bench. Bubbles splashed around my shoulders as Jenna straddled my lap. Her thinly clad muff pressed into my cock as she wrapped her arms around my head. I held onto her ass with my right hand and ran my left hand up her back, finding the strings keeping her bikini top together. I pulled them apart. Her bikini’s half-cups came loose from her chest and floated atop the water, bouncing with the explosions of air along the water’s surface.

“Did you miss these titties, Daddy?” Jenna asked, her voice turning pouty. “You haven’t been able to suck them for a week.”

“I’ll get to do more than suck them soon,” I said. “Tomorrow?”

Jenna nodded her head, biting her lip.

“Should I suck them now?”

“Yeah,” Jenna whispered. “Right now.”

“Yeah,” I said, thinking of Mom and our agreement. Yet, if I now had permission and I still owned Mom’s pussy, then what was the problem? God, I was a bastard.

Jenna pushed her breasts toward me, rising to her knees and thrusting her hips forward. I held her back with my left hand, pressing my palm into her as I cupped her left tit with my other hand and lowered my mouth to her thick nipple. Her nipples were shorter than Mom’s, yet just as thick, though her areolas were larger as well. Her tits—one of them equaled both of Mom’s—were much bigger. I sucked their firm, youthful perkiness into my mouth with enough slobbering noise to dub a Japanese porno.

“Ooh,” Jenna moaned, running her hands through my hair and kissing the top of my head. “I’ve missed—mmm—this.” She moaned again. “Your mouth on my titties is so fucking hot. I tell our friends about how good you suck my titties. It makes them so wet.”

I growled around her left tit, dropped both my hands to her thick ass, and lifted her into the air. Jenna gasped, laughing as I turned her around and set her down on the lip of the spa. Our mouths touched, as did our tongues. I pressed my body over hers, easing her down to the cement behind her. When I rose, she asked, “Mark, baby, sweetie ... will you eat my pussy for me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I whispered, kneeling in the water.

Jenna’s ass lay on the edge of the spa. I moved forward, rising from the water so that the back of her knees rested on my shoulders. Starlight led the way between her legs, making the patch of nylon covering her fat pussy viewable. Her bikini panties had bowties at her hips. I grabbed the strings, tugged them loose, and pulled her panties to the right. Jenna lifted her butt, and I tossed them in the water behind me, the smooth lips of her bare beaver stealing my focus.

I lowered my lips to her lips, kissing the long seam of her twat right below her clit and above her actual pussyhole. Jenna purred as I pushed my tongue outward, curling it over my lower lip and laying it flat against Jenna’s upper slit. With a growl, I licked upward, digging into her cleft and pushing down on her clitty, making her jump as I flicked her love button with rapid strokes.

“Mmm, yeah,” Jenna moaned, keeping her voice low. “Tomorrow—mmm—I’ll be doing this for you.”

I moaned against her pussy. How would Jenna’s virgin mouth compare to my mother’s experience? I shouldn’t compare, I thought, yet when I compared their bodies, I always found a way to love both of them. She’ll be great.

I wrapped my arms around Jenna’s thighs and placed my fingers on her outer pussy lips. Her tender skin warmed beneath my touch, and when I spread her open, the sweet fragrance of her inner pinkness filled my nostrils, sending my head into a spin. I pressed my lips to her pussyhole and drove my tongue into her wetness, tasting her smooth cunny walls and the thick honey flowing from her twat tunnel.

“So good,” I said around a mouthful of pussy. “So fucking tasty.”

“Yeah,” Jenna whispered. “That’s your pussy, Mark. That’s your fucking pussy.”

I groaned; the sound was hungry and desperate. That’s your fucking pussy. Had she hidden a microphone in my house? Imagine if she had. Imagine her and Mom sucking my cock or bending over my bed side-by-side while I played pussy-roulette with their creamy twats.

“Ooh,” Jenna hissed as I pushed my middle finger into her virgin cunny’s tightness. “Your fingers are so much bigger than mine.”

“Imagine how my dick is gonna feel inside of you,” I said, then licked around her slit where it gripped my finger.

“You’re going to have to get me so wet to fuck that big thing into me.” Jenna moaned, still keeping her voice low as I sucked her clit away from her pussy. “Fuck, that feels good, baby.”

Let’s see if I learned anything, I thought as I closed my eyes went to work on my girlfriend’s twat. We had to be quiet, but less than a minute later, I had to grab Jenna’s panties and stuff them into her mouth, followed by her bra. Even then, she had to cover her mouth with her hands. I used my fingers and tongue between her legs, pulling her pussy lips open with my thumbs and licking her inner folds. I traced the line of her sweet lips, inside and out, and I sucked her clit, polishing the little pearl with the tip of my tongue as I held it between my lips. When Jenna’s cream had drenched my mouth, I slipped two fingers into her muff, curled them upward, and rubbed the soft underside of her mound, finding her G-spot and making her squirm. As I gave her a two-fingered pussy stroke, my left hand strayed to her asshole, where I teased her anal bud with soft pokes that pushed her hot ring inward, but never all the way.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Jenna cried, her whimpers and whines flowing through her wet panties and escaping her palm. “Umm, mmm, mmm, umm, mmm.”

I pushed my fingers deep into her slippery hole while sucking on her clit. Jenna’s thighs tensed, and she pushed her ass off the cement. The wet muscles of her pussy gripped my fingers hard, her velvety walls sucking on my digit and teasing my cock with the tightness of her hole. I doubled down on my sucking, pulling my finger from her ass and moving it to her mound. I lay my palm flat atop her cunny slope and pushed my thumb down her clitoral hood, resting the tip across her pink jewel. Jenna jumped as I rubbed her swollen nub and licked around the sides of my thumb, wetting her pearl whenever I had the chance.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Mark!” Jenna’s voice mumbled through her panties and palms. “I’m gonna cum!” And then she did, tightening her entire body and pinching my fingers hard with the creamy vise between her thick thighs.

I pushed into Jenna’s teen twat as far as I could, wiggling my fingers against her grip as I swished her clit from side to side. She spread her legs wide, and I stood, finger-poking her pussy fast and hard and watching her big tits shake as she came beneath the starlight. Something happened that had never happened before—jet streams of her liquid cum sprayed from her pussyhole, reminding me of those pornos where the girls squirt their juices all over the camera’s lens.

“Fuck,” I whispered, not easing up on Jenna’s pussy.

She fought me for a second, then turned on her side to get away from my fingers. I let her go and watched as she pulled her arms and legs tight to her body. Her knees came up by her breasts as she trembled through the biggest orgasm I had ever seen her experience.

“You okay?” I asked once her breathing had calmed.

“Fuck,” Jenna said, pushing herself up and sitting at the edge of the spa. “Where did you learn that?”

Heat warmed my cheeks. I shrugged and said, “Just missing you; that’s all.”

“You should miss me more often.” Jenna put her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a slow tongue dance before asking, “Can I jerk your big dick off, Daddy?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, pushing my shorts down my thighs.

Ten minutes later, after dropping a healthy dose of white cream on Jenna’s tits, then rubbing my jizz into her breasts and neck, I stepped into my living room. Dad still lay on the couch with the TV on. Mom had gone upstairs. I stood above my dad, looking down at him from behind his couch, and my heart started to speed up as I leaned over him and placed my hand on his chest.

“Dad?” I asked, shaking him. He didn’t stir. “Dad? Dad?” He still didn’t stir, just like he hadn’t stirred when Mom had sucked the cum from his balls while he had slept. Holy shit, how much cum had my mother eaten this week? “Dad?”

I leaned over, my heart starting to echo between my ears. “Dad,” I whispered, “I wish we could share Mom together.” Sweat pushed through the pores along my hairline. “I wish we could double team her.” Was I sick? “If you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to upstairs and fuck your wife all night long.”

Dad didn’t stir—thank fucking God!

“Last chance, Dad,” I said in a normal tone as my cock thickened and lengthened, ignoring its soreness in favor of the pussy that lay in bed upstairs. “Three ... two ... one ... I’m going upstairs to fuck Mom.”

Dad never stirred, even as I dropped heavy footsteps on each stair leading upward. (What was wrong with me?) By the time I reached the second-floor landing, my cock had gained its full size. I went to my room, took off my clothes, gave myself a once over with a towel, and used my body spray to mask the scent of the Jacuzzi. Then I went to Mom’s well-lit room. Inside, she lay naked atop the covers of her bed with her hands between her legs. She smiled when she saw me. “What kept my son so long?” Mom spread her pussy lips for me. “Mommy’s pussy is hungry.”

I smiled, thinking, I guess Mom’s pussy has recovered, as I crawled onto my father’s bed. How had Dad never taken advantage of this side of Mom? It was working out great for me, and even with Jenna now having permission to fuck me, I had no plans to stop fucking my mother. If Dad wasn’t going to do it, then someone had to, right?

My alarm went off at half-past seven in the morning, but I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I had fucked Mom for a long time last night, slipping my cock in her softness using long strokes, slow strokes, massaging the soreness from her pussy and my cock with easy-going lovemaking. We kissed with passion, devouring each other and matching our lips to the mellow rhythm of our fucking as my prick stirred her insides and lay within her guts. Halfway through the night, after Mom had come again, she whispered, “If you keep this up, your father’s in trouble.”

I laughed, kissing her neck and rising to my knees. I lifted her legs, pushed a pillow under her ass, and eased my dick into her snatch down to my balls. Sometimes I pulled completely out, watching as her tiny twat-hole gaped for several seconds before regaining its small size.

“There’s no loosening your pussy up, is there, Mom?” I asked, fucking half of my shaft into her creamy channel with liquid-like motions.

Mom shook her head, panting, “We’re just lucky, I guess.” Sometime after that, I went back to my room after leaving the last of my cum on the inner lips of my mother’s pink hole.

So, waking the morning after our fucking wasn’t easy, but after Dad had left for work, the velvet wetness of Mom’s tongue brushed against my prick. When I tried to rise, she said, “Relax, baby, let Mommy take care of you.” So I relaxed, and Mom took care of me, then she went to her office to get some work done.

I spent the morning in bed, wondering how I would tell my mother that Jenna had convinced her father to let us have a sexual relationship. I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I decided that the best way to tell Mom was to let Mr. Mason tell Mom.

I was such a pussy.

“Fuck it,” I said, getting up just before Mom was ready to have lunch. “No plan is perfect.”

I undressed at lunchtime, walked downstairs, and found Mom in the kitchen, eating her regular meal of fruits and vegetables. She had dressed in white trimmed, blue soccer shorts with loose leg holes and a cropped white T-shirt.

She saw me and raised an eyebrow. “I like what I see, but this will take some getting used to.” She closed her fingers into fists and shivered. “It’s like I’m a teenager again, only this time I know that I’m living in a porno.”

“Lucky for me,” I said, smiling and grabbing my cock and stroking it. I had my phone in my left hand. “I’m going to take some pictures of you. Then I’m going to video you as you masturbate for me, using your new cock.” I looked upward and through the ceiling toward her room. “And then I’m going to fuck you while we watch the video.”

Mom smiled around an apple wedge. Her cheeks turned pink, and she said, “May I finish lunch first?”

“Take your time,” I said. “I’ll be in the living room, jerking off.” I half turned away, then looked back at Mom. “Did you remember not to wear panties?”

Mom slid her left hand to her right leg hole and pulled her shorts to the left. Her bare pussy lips and some of her pubic hairs came into view as she held her shorts to the side, waiting for my approval.

“Good girl,” I said as goosebumps exploded across my shoulders.

Mom smiled.

I turned and walked away, my heartbeat starting to rise. Holy shit! Where had that come from? Where had any of my behavior come from?

It’s better to let me do the thinking, my cock said to me. I pictured myself in therapy ten years from now, with Frasier Crane sitting in the chair opposite me. (I may have binged watched too many old TV shows.) Old? My mother was in her teens when that show was on the air. Thoughts of TV shows and therapy left me as I sat my naked ass down on the couch and stroked my dick, thinking about Mom and what Mom was going to say when she realized that I no longer needed to make her do anything.

I used my spit to grease my cock, and as I stroked the full length of my member, pulling the neck skin over the head, I promised myself that I’d go and buy some lube. Something warm and soothing that gave a person the tingles. Something I could use on Mom’s asshole. Would Mom give it up, even if I made her? That was something Jenna wasn’t going to give me until she turned eighteen, so maybe I could make my mother give me hers.

Mom’s footsteps sounded to my right. They were little pitter-patters on the wooden floor of the hallway and foyer before she stepped onto the living room’s soft carpet. I turned my body to the left and looked at Mom as she stood behind the couch, still clothed as she said, “I need to get my new toy.”

“I’ll wait,” I said. “And Mom”—I licked my lips— “change into some lingerie for me.”

Mom’s cheeks reddened as her lips widened into a big, teeth-baring grin. “You know, I’ve bought some for you.” She nodded her head, speaking in a rush. “I’ll go get it.” She ran off, jogging upstairs as fast as she had spoken.

Mom had bought some lingerie—for me. Online or had she gone out for it? I didn’t know, but it wasn’t like I was spending all day with her, just most of it. Given Mom’s horny side, I bet she had lingerie for Dad, too, only more elegant than whatever she planned to wear for me.

Stroke me harder, damn it! my cock wailed as an ache ran through my shaft at the sudden, steel-like hardness in my pole that threatened to snap my rod in two. I gave in to what the big guy wanted. Mom would be downstairs soon, and I planned to masturbate while she fucked her dildo for me. Right after she came, I was going to drop a load of jizz on her beautiful face. The thought made me groan as a bead of glistening precum flowed from my tip.

Mom came downstairs ten minutes after I had told her to change. She tossed her dildo next to me on the couch as she stepped into the living, dressed in midnight black lingerie that pressed into her skin, making her appear more muscular than she was. She wore a shelf bra that supported her hard-nippled titties from underneath but left the rest of her breasts bare. Stockings covered her legs to the middle of her thighs, held up by a lacy garter belt around her waist as silver clips kept the four suspenders connected to her stockings’ thick welts. As sexy as her lingerie was, the real magic lay between my mother’s thighs.

She had put on sheer black panties split down the center by twin strings of pearls that outlined her pretty little pussy lips. They glistened—the pearls and her pinkness, both shiny and bright and as smooth as soft-serve ice cream. Mom spun for me. I sighed as her mostly naked ass came into view. The back of her panties was nothing more than four straps angled across her cheeks that connected to the gusset that cupped the upper half of her pussy, but left her hole open for fucking. Nothing covered her crack. Mom spread her cheeks for me, showing off the smooth tightness of her untouched, virgin pucker.

She won’t be a virgin back there forever, I thought, my mouth watering and my tongue itching for a lick of her backdoor.

“Sexy enough?” Mom asked as she completed her turn. “Or should I buy something sluttier for you?”

“It’s sexy enough, Mom,” I said, stroking my dick for her, “but slutty is always better.”

Mom laughed, then she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth before saying in a resigned if I have to tone, “What are you going to make me do for you now?” Mom pressed her lips together in thought before speaking again. “Remember, I still have to go back to my office and work.”

“Damn,” I said. “I keep forgetting that you’re a real grown-up.”

“Would you rather I was a teenager?”

I shook my head, saying, “No,” I said, “I’m happy you’re my mother.”

“What do you want me to do?” Mom asked, smiling.

“We’re going to take some pictures.” I wiped my cock-stroking hand on my thigh and grabbed my phone. “Then, you’re going to play with your little pussy for me and make it come.”

“You nasty, naughty bastard,” Mom whispered. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I wish I knew that when I was younger. It would have been easier for me to talk my way out of trouble.”

Mom laughed, then she tilted her head and uttered in a suggestive whisper, “Maybe.”

“Get on the coffee table and spread your pink for me.”

Mom stepped onto the table, her stocking feet sticking to the glass and her long legs dominating my vision. She looked down as she ran her fingers along the pearl slit guarding her wet crease, then she pulled the pearl curtains aside to show off the golden cunny between her thighs.

I snapped a picture, zoomed in, and snapped another, then stepped close for an upward shot. Mom dipped her fingertips into her folds and pulled them open, and I snapped a picture of her glistening pink butterfly. After several more pictures, Mom pushed her fingers deeper into her hole, two from each side, and she pulled outward, groaning as she stretched her pussyhole for me.

“So fucking sexy, Mom,” I whispered, getting a close-up of her glistening pink well. “Does that little kitty love her son’s incest-dick?”

“God, Mark,” Mom said, her voice rushed and trembling. “That makes my pussy so fucking wet. See?”

“Yeah,” I said, taking another picture of her cooze. I moved in close, my nose almost touching the sides of her dewy walls as I took a deep breath. Heat cascaded down my body as Mom’s flowery scent filled my nostrils, her intoxicants settling in my lungs and driving my precum from my balls. “I can see how wet you are for me. I can smell how much your pussy wants my cock.”

Mom shivered.

I took more pictures.

Mom continued posing for me, turning sideways and sticking out her butt, then straightening her legs and bending over, the curve of her ass tightening as she pretended to pick something up from the coffee table. She turned around and spread her legs, looking over her shoulder at me. She lowered herself to all fours and spread her legs in a frog-like squat. I snapped pictures of her exposed holes. Her slitted panties, which only covered the front half of her pussy, gave me free access to her twat, and I lowered my hand, pressing the tip of my middle finger against the lips protecting her creamy opening.

“Mmm,” Mom sighed as I eased my finger into her slippery opening.

I played around in the soupy mess of cream between my mother’s thighs, twisting my finger and corkscrewing my digit into my mother’s cunny. I fed her beaver one knuckle then two, fucking her with shallow thrusts before slipping my entire digit into her wet hole.

“Uh,” Mom moaned.

“You know, Mom,” I whispered, lowering my face toward her ass, my breath falling across her skin. “Your pussyhole is so tight; it makes me wonder how tight your asshole is.”

Mom shivered.

I lowered my mouth to my mother’s crack and pushed my tongue forward, pressing the tip against her pucker before sliding it downward and pressing the flat of my tongue between her cheeks. Mom gasped and wiggled her ass, pushing her smooth backdoor against my taste buds.

“That’s something—ooh, baby—your father would never do to me.” Mom groaned as I wiggled the tip against the center of her asshole. “You’re a nasty boy, Mark. You must—ah, fuck, you’re getting in there—take after me.”

I was getting in there, pushing the tip of my tongue hard against the tightness of her pucker and managing to wiggle a piece of my wet flesh into her tiny hole. I didn’t enter her butt, but I did lodge the tip of my tongue, the very tip, within the grip of her rubbery anal ring, and the pressure around my flesh made my cock bob up and down, flinging precum onto my mother’s little feet.

“Has Dad ever used a finger on you?” I asked, pulling my tongue from my mother’s butt.

“No,” Mom whispered.

“Have you?”

“Yes,” Mom said, panting, “but my fingers are so small.”

“Mine aren’t.”

“I know, baby,” Mom whispered. “Are you gonna make me take them?”

I smiled at the tremor in my mother’s voice.

“One day,” I said, “when we have more time.” I touched a forefinger to my mother’s rosebud, giving it a gentle push. The little crater created a suction cup around my digit’s tip. “But right now, I want to make a home movie.” I pulled my finger from Mom’s ass and stepped back. “It’s time for you to play with that pretty little pussy between your legs.”

Mom turned around, staying on her knees, her hand shooting out and grabbing my cock before I could step back any further. “Just a taste,” Mom pouted, looking at me with soft doe eyes, the light within them pleading for me to say yes.

She licked her lips, and I said, “Okay, but a quick one.”

I let Mom tug me toward her; my knob aimed straight for her mouth as she guided my cock forward. My tip hit her lips. They rolled over my dick as she took me into her mouth, and her hand slid along my shaft, stroking me to my balls. Wet, hungry mwuh, umm, mwuh sounds came from my mother’s throat, deep and rich and hungry. I switched my phone from camera mode to video mode and filmed my mother from above, then the sides while trying to watch the screen so I could capture the perfect angle of her cock-sucking face. I uttered soft moans the entire time, and I did my best not to fuck up the shot as my body trembled.

“Give me that cum,” Mom said around a wet mouthful of dick.

I almost did. My mother’s naughty words, spoken with her mouth full, sent tingles down my spine and into my balls, getting my jizz ready for a rocket blast down her throat.

“Oh, no,” I said, bending over and pulling my hips back, the movement stealing my prick from my mother’s lips. “We’ve got time to make a dirty movie, Mom. I want to see your pussy cream on camera.”

Mom pouted. I walked away, half turning to grab her dildo while keeping my phone on her at the same time. I could always edit the sloppiness of my videos later. If some high school dropout on YouTube playing Minecraft could edit their videos, so could I, but it would be just my luck if all of those guys were four-year film majors.