It seemed the greater the taboo, the greater the thrill. Soon I was alone with the sweet aftertaste of my son’s cum lingering in my mouth, a constant reminder of my submissive position and hungry for more. Sex He unzipped his pants, pulled his stiff ready to go cock out and pointed at it. “Fuck, yes,” a growingly confident Frederick groaned. “You like that, Ms. “Open your mouth, cocksucker,” I heard him demand. I pulled into the driveway and my son quipped, “Let’s go continue our very special prom.”
Frederick joked, “You make it sound like some made for TV after school special.”
“Well it will be special,” I added, my tone dripping with sexual innuendo. “Don’t worry Michael, I will take very good care of your friend.”
“You do that,” Michael replied, Frederick oblivious to the full breadth of the plan. There is something so sexy about a boy in a tux that really gets me revved up.”
I winked at Frederick and disappeared upstairs leaving Frederick with a pretty impressive tent in his trousers. “Delicious,” Michael said. She can go all night and again in the morning and again in the evening, it’s a vicious exhausting circle.”
“You poor baby,” I quipped, grabbing his still hard cock.
