Only Teasing
by Pan
Chapter 7
I’m a wet, horny slut.
It’s true! I hate to say it, but it’s true.
I’m a wet, horny slut. And I’m such a cock-tease.
I’m a wet, horny, slut. I’m a sexy woman. I love showing off my body.
And my son? He’s a healthy male.
My son has needs.
So I suppose it was inevitable: after I blew my son for the first time, I just couldn’t stop.
I’m a wet, horny slut.
Blow-jobs aren’t sex, thank goodness. It’s completely harmless. My son has needs, and if he gets turned on by my body, it’s perfectly natural.
I started doing it several times a day.
I mean, it was obviously bringing us closer. This warm glow filled my entire body every time I got Cecil off, each time I wrapped my lips around his cock and bobbed my head until he filled my mouth with his seed.
My son is a healthy male, I’d think each time I swallowed it down, I’m such a cock-tease.
I really enjoyed teasing my son’s cock.
My son has needs. As I blew him again and again, day after day, I remembered that. He looked so…tired. He spent most of his time in his room, the door closed, the lights off.
I turned a lamp on the first time I came in to give him a blow-job (I’m such a cock-tease), but his face scrunched up with pain, and so I turned it off straight away.
A full week went on like this—me coming into Cecil’s room with a meal for him, blowing him with the lights out, then quietly leaving to get myself off in my own bed.
What can I say? I’m a hot bitch.
I knew that I should cum in front of my son more often, but the poor little fellow was just clearly not up to it. And so I’d get off by myself, slowly pumping toys in and out of my wetness until I came to yet another shuddering orgasm.
Finally, eight days after the first time I’d blown him, Cecil emerged from his room. He was pale, but he finally looked like he was getting back to normal.
To celebrate, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I’m a sexy woman, and my son has needs.
I love showing off my body, so I was overjoyed when Cecil stared down at me, checking me out through his glasses.
If he gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
I started to undo his pants when a thought struck me.
There’s nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.
“God,” I said, looking up at my darling son. “I can’t wait to get this thick slab of meat in my mouth. I fucking love sucking your cock, do you know that? I’m such a wet, horny slut for it. Your hard cock turns me on so much.”
Cecil didn’t say anything in response. He just nodded, and I took his erection into my smiling mouth.
I loved sucking his cock so much. I mean, what would you expect? I’m a wet, horny slut. I’m a sexy woman.
I’m a hot bitch.
As I started joyfully gagging on his dick, a thought struck me.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
I’d spent the last week slinking off into my own room to cum, like I was ashamed of it.
I wasn’t ashamed of anything. I love showing off my body. I’m a sexy woman. Besides, it’s completely harmless.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
I was dressed in a set of red lingerie that had arrived in the mail the previous day. Without slowing down my son’s blow-job (I’m such a cock-tease, but I’m not cruel) for a second, I slipped my bra off, allowing my tits to drop into view.
Cecil’s eyes widened, and a warm glow filled the house.
I love showing off my body.
As I continued to bob my head up and down on Cecil’s boner, I wriggled out of the panties as well.
There I was, completely nude, giving my son head. I’m such a cock-tease.
For a brief moment, I wondered if there was anything wrong with what I was doing.
Of course not, I reasoned. Blow-jobs aren’t sex. It’s only teasing.
It’s completely harmless.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
Cecil’s eyes on my body, his cock in my mouth—it was starting to get me worked up. A wicked thought entered my head.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
What if I were to play with myself as I blew him? God that would be naughty.
It’s only teasing.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
Without breaking eye-contact, one of my hands moved to my neck, then slowly made its way down my body.
I love showing off my body.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
I paused briefly to play with my huge tits. My son has needs. If he gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
Cecil’s eyes widened with pleasure.
This was my son’s third blow-job of the day, so I knew he’d last a while.
Hopefully long enough for me to get off as well.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
I’m a wet, horny slut.
When my hand made its way between my legs, I surprised even myself with how wet I was.
I’m a wet, horny slut.
It was so naughty. Blowing my son, naked, touching myself as I did.
I’m a hot bitch.
My eyes fluttered with pleasure as I began to stroke myself, but I never broke eye-contact with Cecil.
My son has needs.
I’m a sexy woman.
I should cum in front of my son more often.
It’s only teasing.
I’m such a cock-tease.
This was so wrong.
Blow-jobs aren’t sex.
I could feel myself getting close. My son’s excitement reflected my own.
If he gets turned on by my body, that’s totally natural.
He was going to cum in my mouth. I normally swallow it down, but…—
I love showing off my body.
…instead, I let his wonderful cock leave my mouth. I leaned backwards so Cecil could see me, see his mother desperately playing with herself.
He reached down and began stroking his cock.
My son has needs.
I’m a hot bitch.
I love showing off my body.
It’s only teasing.
It’s only teasing.
I cried out with orgasm as Cecil’s cock began shooting, his cum spraying out and landing on my exposed tits.
I love cumming in front of my son.
I’m such a cock-tease.