I finished work early today and decided to surprise my son by heading home without giving him a heads-up. As I entered the house, I called out his name, but there was no response. I searched the main floor, but he was nowhere to be found. Curiosity piqued, I made my way to the basement, and that’s where I found him.
My son was sitting on the couch, completely naked, his eyes glued to the screen. He was watching mom/son porn, his hard cock in his hand, stroking slowly. He didn’t notice me standing there, watching him, feeling a mix of shock and arousal. The porn was getting to me, but seeing my son like this, so vulnerable and exposed, was even more of a turn-on.
I decided to make my presence known. “What are you doing?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips as I walked towards him. He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, but he didn’t cover up. His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t look away.
“M-mom,” he stammered, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
I could see the pre-cum leaking from his tip, and it made me want to taste him. Before he could say another word, I dropped to my knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest as I took his cock in my hand, feeling its weight and heat.
“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I looked up at him, my eyes locked on his as I leaned in and took him in my mouth. He let out a moan, his head falling back against the couch. “OMG mom, it’s so good,” he panted, his hands finding their way to my hair, guiding me.
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft. He tasted salty and musky, and I loved it. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps. Within minutes, he was pulsing in my mouth, his hot seed shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him for more.
When I finally pulled back, he looked at me, a mix of guilt and pleasure in his eyes. “Mom, that was… incredible,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But I feel so guilty.”
I smiled, wiping my mouth. “Don’t feel guilty,” I said. “That was for you. And I’m glad I could give you your best orgasm ever.”
He blushed, a small smile playing on his lips. “It was, Mom. It really was.”
