The oral frenzy began. Our appetites became insatiable… yet I knew what he wanted more than anything.
Over the following weeks we were basking in each other’s oral needs. It became a feeding frenzy of sorts. ‘Insatiable’ would best describe it.
I started greeting him with sensual kisses when he came home from school too. He loves that. It quickly became a daily event, when possible. My need to lure with him with provocative attire wasn’t necessary anymore, yet I continue to do so.
We don’t verbally request interaction, rather we taunt each other visually until the other breaks.
Like the other day we were cleaning the garage, and Michael must have had an urge. I was sitting on the floor looking at old photographs and he saw my pictures when I was H.S. cheerleader. When I looked up at him, he was standing a few feet away with an obvious erection in those jeans. He wanted me to notice. Some telepathic stares ensued. ‘Michael’ I said, as I rose to my feet, ‘let’s go inside for a minute.’
He quietly walked in and sat on the sofa, he knew what was coming. I stood silently in front of him, as I tied my hair back in a bow. ‘Ready?’ is all I said, as I slid the coffee table to the side. He quickly opened his jeans, and that monster sprung of his pants. I can’t conceal my reaction. I shook my head in disbelief. That’s the moment the situation before me sends a shiver up my spine. Michael trembled with excitement. He saw me priming my lips with saliva, I know he did. It’s electrifying.
I sat down in front of him and gave him what he was looking for. He witnessed me gulping down his hot seed as well. I’m captivated by his eagerness. The moans of pleasure were all that was heard and coming from both parties. It must be tantalizing for him to witness me violate the rules of motherhood.
His premature orgasms are expected. In time, he will perhaps achieve the ability to sustain himself for a longer period of time. I’m certain the shock and excitement contributes to his untimely explosions. I’m stunned by the volume of semen he can produce. It’s so thick in consistency I can chew it, ‘mmm’.
My signals are equally enticing. I’ll wear a thin blouse and no bra and parade around until he snaps. Leg shots crack him even faster, and my cotton shorts, oh my, instant arousal.
One evening I was sitting in the den wearing my robe, only. Michael sat down on the floor in front of me. Without saying a word, I hung my calves over him and rested the back of my knees on his shoulders. He sighed immediately and caressed my calves as they rested on his chest. I waited a few minutes, then I whispered, ‘Michael.’ When he looked back, he knew. He spun around quickly. When I planted a foot on the sofa, the view became more obvious. His tunnel vision steers him like a car. Such an intense expression on his face. When his mouth lands on my pussy, it’s exhilarating, always. I instantly respond with a gasping cry myself. My head rolls back, and so do my eyes. Forbidden acts seem to elevate me into a realm of unbridled ecstasy.
(It’s puzzling how we perceive family interaction. For example; A lot of men are attracted to the idea of mother-son yet they don’t have those thoughts about their own mothers, which I understand, it’s the OTHER mother & son affairs that turn them on. Interesting dichotomy.)
When his father is home, the atmosphere shifts. I slide back into the role as wife/mother like some sort of chameleon. That brief hiatus is difficult for Michael. His pubescent desires are so strong. I’m pleased to see that he respects the rules in place, however, I shattered that statute recently myself.
His father was downstairs watching a golf match with some fellow pilots. As I came up the stairs, I encountered Michael as I passed him in the hallway. I pressed him against the wall, and planted one on his lips, and walked away. Michael was shocked. I was so disappointed in myself for taking an unnecessary risk, although minimal. I’ll never do that again. Opportunity*
Michael is anxious about taking the final step. His urge to feel the sensations of intercourse is something we recently discussed. Can you picture that conversation???,… you’ll be hearing about it in the next post.
