"Suck it," she whispered and eagerly took her son into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, mom!" Eric cried out.

He buried his fingers hard into her and his thumb jammed hard into her clit. Emma moaned around the spongy head of his cock before sliding him further into her mouth. The feeling of his cock twitching beneath her tongue and the taste of his pre cum caused her to open wider and work him all the way into her mouth.

She shuddered as her lips wrapped around the base of his cock and her pussy contracted once more at the way he moaned when she slipped her tongue out and caressed his balls with it.

“Mom, that's...0h my God!" He cried out as she quickly withdrew him from her mouth, spit and precum flying about her lips, and oozing down her chin. She gave his slick cock a couple of quick pumps, then taking him back into her mouth bobbed her head rapidly.

Another time she would linger and tease and enjoy her son's cock, but this first time she would show Eric, that unlike Ashley, his mother was no cock tease. She worked her soft lips up and down his now jerking cock, keeping her tongue pressed tightly to his shaft.

Behind her Eric released a loud gasp and thrust his hips. His cock pushed deep into her mouth and he cried out, “Oh, mom!"

Emma's eyes widened when his cock twitched and erupted, sending a long thick spurt of cum into her mouth. It slid wetly down her throat and at the taste and sensation of her son filling her mouth,

Emma went over the edge.

She squealed around his cock as her pussy convulsed around his plunging fingers. As Eric moaned ‘mom' over and over, Emma released his cock, cum flowing from her mouth. As she yelped and squealed from the most powerful orgasm she could remember, she gave herself a thrill she'd long denied herself,

Pumping his cock, she arched her back and painted her tits with her son's cum. The feeling of the warm sticky fluid flowing over her nipples caused a second orgasm to crash through her and throwing her head back she howled like an animal as waves of pleasure flowed through her body.

Eric kept his fingers moving despite his moaning and enjoyment of his own orgasm and Emma had the thought that he was truly a good boy, keeping his mother coming even as his balls emptied all over her.

Emma released a long shuddering moan as the last of her second orgasm flowed through her and she slumped onto Eric, her heart pounding as she tried to catch her breath. Eric's moans turned into a whimper as she continued to pump his cock until the last few drops oozed from him,

Emma took him back into her mouth and sucked hard. Eric gasped as a few more drops dribbled into his mother's mouth. Keeping his head in her mouth, Emma sucked gently and swirled her tongue around his head.

"Stop, mom! Oh, goddamn!" Eric groaned as she worked his now overly sensitive head with her tongue.

Emma released him with a smack of her lips and sat up. She turned to face him and as his cum flowed down her chin and tits, she squeezed his still hard cock.

“Like that,

“I....damn mom." He shook his head.

“Hell yeah, I liked it.”

"Good." Emma swung her leg over his hips and lowered herself toward his cock as she held it to guide him inside her.

“Because I want more!"

Emma's eyes flew open and she lay there staring at the ceiling, her heart again hammering in her chest.

Another dream and thank god it was a dream. She released a long breath and wondered at what point she'd actually woke up. The sound of deep breathing to her left caused her to turn her head. Eric was asleep next to her.

The covers were pulled up and his head was facing away from her.

Emma closed her eyes, then opened them again. With a sinking feeling in her stomach she swallowed, then ran her tongue around inside her mouth.

She swore she tasted cum. No, it was in her head from the dream, she tried to tell herself. One way to find out; taking a deep breath,

Emma lifted the sheet.

"Oh, no," she whispered as the sheet peeled from her chest and she was confronted with the sight of the sticky mess still on her tits.

Emma looked up at the sound of bells announcing the door to the small coffee shop opening. When two men entered she looked back at the contract in front of her. After realizing last night's filthy dream about sucking her son off while she fingered him had been a reality, Emma had slipped out of the bed and after washing up, changed into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt.

She got back into bed next to Eric and laid there feeling as if she'd just committed a crime. After a half hour of debating, she'd woken Eric up and asked him if he'd remembered anything. Unless her son had the lying ability of a politician or Oscar winning acting abilities, he seemed to have no idea what she was asking him.