Mom Sucks Her Son's Cock Dry

Mom Sucks Her Son's Cock Dry

The summer heat clung to the house like a lover's sweat, turning the air thick and heavy. Jake had just turned 19, home from his first year of college, his body lean and hardened from pickup basketball games on campus. He sprawled on the living room couch in nothing but boxers, the fan doing fuck-all against the humidity. His mom, Lisa, 42 and still turning heads at the grocery store, padded in from the kitchen wearing a thin tank top that hugged her full D-cup tits and cutoff shorts that rode up her thick thighs. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and sweat glistened on her cleavage.

She caught him staring as she handed him a cold beer. "Eyes up here, perv," she teased, but her voice had that husky edge, the one she'd had since Dad split two years ago. Jake smirked, taking the beer, his cock twitching in his boxers at the sight of her nipples poking through the fabric. No bra. Fuck.

They'd always been close—too close, maybe. Jokes about her ass, him walking around shirtless, her "accidentally" brushing against him in the kitchen. But lately, since he got back, the air crackled. Last night, he'd jerked off thinking about her mouth, those plump lips wrapped around him. Guilt hit after, but so did the cum.

Lisa plopped down next to him, closer than necessary, her thigh pressing against his. "Hot as balls out there," she said, fanning herself, her top riding up to show the soft curve of her belly. Jake nodded, chugging the beer, trying not to stare at the damp spot between her legs where the shorts clung.

"College treating you good? Getting any pussy?" she asked bluntly, like always. No filter with Mom.

He laughed. "Some. Nothing serious."

She eyed him, then glanced at the bulge in his boxers. "Looks like you're serious right now."

Jake froze, beer halfway to his mouth. "Mom..."

She didn't pull away. Instead, her hand landed on his thigh, inches from his crotch. "Relax. I'm just saying. You've grown up. Filled out." Her fingers traced lazy circles, inching higher. Heat flooded his face—and his dick.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, but he didn't move.

Her eyes locked on his, dark and hungry. "What I've been thinking about since you walked through the door. Seeing you like this, all man now." She leaned in, breath hot on his neck. "Your cock's hard for Mom, isn't it?"

Fuck. He was rock hard, tenting the boxers obscenely. "Yeah," he admitted, voice rough.

Lisa's hand slid over the fabric, cupping his bulge. "Mmm, big boy. Bet these college girls don't know what to do with it." She squeezed gently, and Jake groaned, hips bucking involuntarily.

"Mom, we can't—"

"Shh." Her lips brushed his ear. "No one's here. Just you and me. Let Mommy take care of that ache."

Before he could protest, her fingers hooked into his waistband, yanking the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, seven inches of throbbing meat curving up toward his abs, pre-cum already beading at the slit. Lisa licked her lips, eyes glazing over. "God, look at that. Perfect son's cock."

She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking slow, her palm slick from his sweat. Jake's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping. Her grip was firm, twisting on the upstroke, thumb rubbing the sensitive underside. "Feels good, baby?" she purred.

"Fuck yes," he gasped, watching her tits jiggle as she pumped him.

Lisa dropped to her knees between his legs, the carpet rough under her skin. She spat on his cockhead, smearing it with her hand, making it glisten. "Mommy's gonna suck this dry. Every drop."

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap the pre-cum. Salty, musky—her son's flavor exploded on her taste buds. She moaned, swirling her tongue around the helmet, tracing the ridge. Jake's hands fisted the couch cushions. "Oh shit, Mom..."

Encouraged, she opened wide, engulfing the head in wet heat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, lips stretching around his girth. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, tongue pressing flat against the vein pulsing on his underside. Halfway down, she gagged softly but pushed on, saliva dripping down his shaft to his balls.

Jake stared down, mesmerized. His own mother, on her knees, slurping his dick like a whore. "Suck it, Mom. Fuck, your mouth..."

She bobbed her head, sloppy and eager, one hand stroking what she couldn't swallow—yet. Her other hand fondled his heavy balls, rolling them, tugging gently. Wet slurps filled the room, mixed with her hums of pleasure. She loved this—taboo filth, her boy's cock owning her throat.

Pulling off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip, she grinned up at him. "Taste so good, son. Mommy's little cum machine." Then she dove back, relaxing her throat, forcing all seven inches past her gag reflex. Nose buried in his pubes, she held there, throat convulsing around him, eyes watering.

Jake lost it. "Holy fuck! Deepthroat queen!" His hands tangled in her ponytail, guiding her as she fucked her face on his rod. Up and down, fast now, gagging and choking, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her tits.

She popped off again, gasping, stroking him furiously. "You like Mommy choking on your fat cock? Bet Dad never got this treatment."

"No," he grunted, thrusting into her fist. "Only for you."

Lisa dove back, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks to milk him. Her free hand slipped into her shorts, rubbing her soaked pussy. She was drenched, clit throbbing at the depravity. Sucking her son's cock—nothing hotter.

Jake's balls tightened. "Mom, I'm close—"

"Not yet," she growled, slowing to teasing licks along the shaft. She sucked each ball into her mouth, tonguing them while jerking him off. Then back to the head, nibbling the frenulum until he whimpered.

"Please... suck it dry..."

She laughed throatily. "Begging already? Pathetic." But she engulfed him again, bobbing like a piston, hand twisting at the base. Faster, wetter, her moans vibrating his length.

Jake's hips bucked wildly. "Fuck, Mom! Cumming!"

She didn't pull off. Throat open, she took it. His cock swelled, pulsing, first rope blasting straight down her gullet. She swallowed greedily, milking every spurt. Thick, hot cum flooded her mouth—rope after rope, salty and thick. She gulped it down, humming approval, until he was spent, cock softening in her suckling mouth.

Lisa pulled off slowly, licking him clean, savoring the last drops. "Mmm, son. You came buckets. Mommy sucked you dry."

Jake slumped, panting, dazed. "That was... insane."

She wiped her chin, smirking, standing to straddle his lap. Her shorts were soaked, pussy lips outlined. "Good boy." She kissed him deep, letting him taste his own cum on her tongue.

As they caught their breath, Lisa's eyes flickered to the side table. Jake didn't notice the phone there, screen dark but recording app open—had been since she sat down. She'd planned this, captured every slurp, every gag, every cum-gulping swallow. Insurance, for when she wanted more. He had no clue.