Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Mom took my cock back into her mouth and I had to cover mine to muffle the loud moan that escaped me as she worked her pink lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. A shiver went through me when her tongue slipped out and caressed my balls before she bobbed her head rapidly.

My hand clenched in her hair and I leaned back in the chair as my mother didn’t just suck, but devoured my cock. She was making sloppy gurgling sounds and I watched as long strands of spit oozed from her mouth and down my shaft only to be slurped up when she took me deep again.

“Umm, hmmm.” Mom was moaning and her eyes were now only partially open as she sucked her son’s cock.

She put her hands on my thighs and sucked even faster. I moaned deep in my throat and lifted my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her hot mouth as she showed off her skills, giving me a hands free blow job.

I’d been pretty worked up from mom’s feet and lusting after her throughout dinner and my legs were trembling as her expert sucking already had me close to cumming. I remembered dad and looked into the mirror.

“Oh, shit.” I groaned as I saw him rising from his chair. “M… mom, dad’s coming, I…”

I stopped trying to speak as mom continued, somehow working her head even faster. She was sucking as if it was a race and at this point it was. Dad was still standing in the doorway of his office, the phone to his ear, but as I watched he placed the phone back on his hip.

“Mom, I… I… oh!” I buried my face in my hand as mom now had just the tip of my cock in her mouth and was shaking her head back and forth.

Her tongue was swirling around my head and my balls tightened as they prepared to explode. Dad was just starting to walk back to the dining room and my legs were shaking violently as mom used her best trick on me, the one that never failed to make me…

My hips jerked and I bit down on my lip as my cock erupted, sending a long stream of cum into my mother’s waiting mouth. I whimpered in my throat as mom continued to shake her head, her tongue caressing the sensitive front of my cock.

She had stop pumping me and I moaned as she let her tongue and lips do all the work. I lifted my hips, but mom pushed down on my thighs, telling me not to. I squirmed in my chair as she continued to suck just the tip of my cock.

I took a quick look down and was blown away by the look of pure bliss on mom’s face as she milked my cock, eagerly taking every drop between her pink painted lips. I tore my eyes from her and saw dad was halfway down the hallway.

“Mom, please… stop…” I almost cried out when she grabbed my cock and jerked it, helping my balls empty into her mouth more quickly.

Dad was only a few steps from the doorway and letting mom’s hair go, I sat up in my chair and grabbing my napkin wiped at the sweat on my forehead. Mom gave me one last hard suck that caused another of those cute noises as she called them and released my cock with a smack of her lips.

I grabbed my jeans and hurriedly zipped them up. Dad was almost in the doorway and I panicked thinking she would never get back up into her seat without him seeing where she came from.

As always mom was calm and knew just what to do. Reaching up to the table, she grabbed my can of coke and dropped it on the floor, the contents spilling around the chair.

Just as dad entered the room she exclaimed, “Jesus, Ryan, you really are a klutz tonight!”

She rose onto her knees and grabbing some napkins bent over under the table and wiped at the spilled soda.

“Damn, kid, don’t let your mother do that, you spilled it.” Dad spoke as he came into the room.

“I… I told her I’d get it.” I told him, but slid off my chair and grabbing the napkins from mom, took over cleaning up the coke.

“Spilling everything tonight, aren’t you?” Dad laughed.

“He must take after you, Dave,” Mom said and with her back to dad opened her mouth showing me the cum still on her tongue, “I never spill a drop.”

*****

“I’ll see your bet and raise you five.” Dad said, sliding five toothpicks into the pile in the middle of the table.

I stared at the pair of sixes in my hand and dropped my cards on the table.

“Fold.”

“Not me.” Mom gave Dad a sly smile, “I think you’re bluffing big boy.”

“Cost you five to find out.” Dad winked.

I leaned back in the chair as they bantered back and forth and contemplated the bizarre scenario I was. My mother, who an hour ago had dropped to her knees like a whore in an alley and sucked me off under the table, was joking and laughing as if nothing had happened.

I was also playing my part, sitting there with a wet spot in my underwear from when my cock had continued to ooze after mom had blown me. I was playing poker with my father and making small talk with him while he sat there unaware of the fact that not only had his wife just blown his son, but at some point tonight she would come into my room and fuck me.

For two years we had done this with varying frequency, sometimes only once in awhile, sometimes every night for weeks at a time and the entire time acting as if nothing were going on. For my part I often felt pangs of regret and sometimes had a hard time pretending it was okay to do this to my father.

Mom on the other hand was so casual with it, it was a bit disturbing. Like tonight, not five minutes after she had taken a load in her mouth, she had brought dad out a cup of coffee and given him a kiss.

She was not just acting nonchalant with dad, but her demeanor with me had changed as well. She was no longer giving me nasty smiles and looks of raw lust, but now acting much more like a mom. Now when she smiled at me, it was sweet and sincere and she looked genuinely happy, remarking how nice it was for the three of us to be spending time together.

Mom had claimed she was sucking me off because I needed it, but I think it was just as much for her. Blowing me had settled her down and she was back to acting like any other mom, rather than one straight out of a screenplay for the latest installment of Mommy loves me best.

But even as I debated the morality of our relationship as well as the unfairness to my father, my eyes were glued to her.

She had let her hair down and I loved how it fell across the creamy skin of her shoulders. The dress displayed her prominent breasts well and all I could think of was how bad I wanted to see them, to fondle them, to suck on her beautiful nipples.

Whenever mom got up to get more coffee or clean something from the table I watched her long legs and the delightful swing of her hips.

The dress hugged her ass nicely and like her tits, I kept envisioning my hands all over it, not just my hands, but my lips; kissing her cheeks, spreading them open and licking her pussy as she bent over in front of me.

Whether it was right or wrong I was hopelessly addicted to my mother and would never be able to tell her no. Unfortunately she seemed able to do it to me, staying clear while I was with Amy.

Then again from the second I had arrived here, she couldn’t keep her eyes and eventually her lips off me. Maybe this time she would just let me keep playing with her and…

“Hey, you in there?”

I blinked and looked at dad, “Oh, sorry, just kind of fogging out.”

“Well no wonder you’re losing.” Dad slid my cards from me and began shuffling.

“Go easy on him, Dave; he had a tough day today.” Mom said, “He just lost his pretty little girlfriend.”

“Nope, her loss.” Dad corrected her. “Anyway, how about we play some Texas hold em?”

“Know what dad; I think I’ve had enough I’m going to go upstairs.” Of the cards anyway, because there was definitely something else at the table I could never get enough of.”

“It’s only eight o clock.” He looked at his watch, “Too early to go to bed.”

“I might read for awhile.” I told him, “It’s been a long day.”

“Right.” He nodded, “Well I have to work tomorrow, but how about when I get back we go play some golf? You know, some quality guy time?”

“Sure, that would be great.” I smiled while thinking that would be after a morning of quality time with mom.

“Well you go get some rest honey.” Mom said, as she took my empty coffee cup from in front of me and stood up to take it to the kitchen. “Maybe you can get up early and have breakfast with us tomorrow, before dad goes to work.”

“Sounds good.” I rose from the table, “Night mom,”

“Night, honey.” She blew me a kiss as she went into the kitchen.

“Night dad.”

“Night kid,” He grinned, “Of course I know why you’re heading up to bed so early.”

“I’m tired.”

“I’m sure you are, but not that tired.” He looked towards the kitchen, then back to me, “You’re going upstairs to wait for your mother.”

“I… what?” My heart skipped a beat, “Why would I be waiting for mom?”

“Oh, please you don’t think I know you two?” I stared at him with a growing knot in my stomach and he continued. “You’re going upstairs and in about a half hour your mom will say she’s heading upstairs to read or watch TV in our room, but she’ll go right into yours.”

“Dad it’s not what you think.” I blurted, wishing to hell mom would come back out and as always have the right thing to say.

“Hey, Ryan, it’s okay, I know how it is, you want your mom.”

“No! I…”

“Of course you do.” He gave me a reassuring smile, “And I don’t blame you, your mother is just what you need right now.”

“She… she is?” Something was wrong here, had I fallen asleep at the damn table?

“Sure she is.” He laughed, “Hey, Ryan don’t worry about it, I’m not jealous.”

“Um, you’re not?”

“No. Look I understand how it is, you just broke up with your girlfriend and you need to talk about it, but you’d rather talk to mom.”

“Talk… right.” I nodded, “Yeah, you got me. It’s not that I don’t like to talk to you, but…”

“You don’t have to explain. Things like this you’re better off with your mother, she’s better at the whole emotion thing than I am.”

“Yeah.”

“I just think it’s great you want to try to pretend that’s not what you want.”

“I don’t want to be a mama’s boy you know.” I winked, “Us men, we’re supposed to be tough not need to talk.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.