Mr.J

Sorry for the short chapter guys, frustrating ik. My internet connection is acting up so I cut it short, will post the next part on Saturday after I edit it a bit. Had to get this out cuz it's late.

“Get hard again baby, please. Do it for Mama.”

Shliickshlick.

Kate continuously probed at his swollen glans with her outstretched tongue as she begged. John wanted to say he couldn’t even if he wanted to but the feeling was just too much. It felt like Kate was trying to suck his soul out through his dick, it was too sensitive, and he couldn’t speak.

He let out a groan of pleasure as she continued her teasing, her lips barely touching the tips of his erection, leaving a trail of wetness behind. She was a merciless temptress, her ministrations both precise and tender, at times like a feather’s touch, and other times like a ravenous beast. The passion in her eyes was undeniable; she needed more.

Slowly but surely, little John started to harden once more as big John regained vigor. John wasn’t sure if he was happy about this though, he was still quite sensitive. Plus, upon climax, his libido had plummeted which left a familiar clarity in its place.

“Wait, hold on, Mom-”

“Mama. Call me Mama. Say it. MAMA.” Kate’s gaze bore into his eyes with such intensity, it was as if she were trying to pierce them. Judging by her passionate gaze that burned with lust John knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so he relented.

“Okay, Mama. I think...maybe we should stop?” John blushed as he tried to steady his breathing. He had not called her this since the 5th grade probably, he thought.

Kate looked up at him, her mouth full with his ever-hardening member as she raised a brow.“What? Why?” Kate said. Removing him from her mouth, her gaze bore into him with a different sort of intensity than the last, though she tried to mask it.

John swallowed, feeling sweat trickle down his back. “I, uh, I don’t know,” he finally managed to stutter.

The dimly lit room cast long shadows across the worn carpet, adding an unsettling aura to the whole situation. John’s heart beat wildly as if it were trying to escape his chest at the thought of really going all the way.

Kate, on the other hand, seemed calm and collected, like a predator regarding its prey with an almost disinterested gaze. Her eyes smoldered with a desire that could not be ignored, and it was all John could do to keep his composure. The curve of her lips and the scent of her pheromones called to him.

Kate gripped his shaft with her right hand and rubbed the now-red tip with the palm of her left hand in a circular motion. She threw up a brow and said, “You do know that I can’t un-suck my son’s dick, right?”

There was no answer for a while, the sensations of her palm were overriding his brain with a mix of pain and pleasure.

“I just…I think… I think we’ve gone too far.” John finally managed to croak out through gasps. He could feel the saliva from Kate’s tongue dripping down his shaft lubricating her soft palms, and the sensation was just too much to handle. He groaned involuntarily as she continued to jerk and tease him.

Kate regarded his contorted face silently for a moment, her gaze almost impossible to bear. It was a mixture of anger and something else – regret? Or maybe sadness, whatever it was, it made him want to take it all back. But he couldn’t. He just stood there, shivering, as her eyes raked over him like a storm cloud.

“Too far?” she finally spoke her voice a low rumble that sent shudders down his spine.

“Well, if you think so, John.”

Wide-eyed, John looked at Kate who suddenly stood up from the bed speaking calmly. She released his throbbing member and avoided making eye contact with him.

“Uh…you sure?” He spoke, unable to hide his bewilderment, was this really his mother who moments ago had stared at him with burning lust?

“Yep. I’ve calmed down enough to realize this was a mistake. I feel like I’m a monster. I can’t help who I am, John. But I can control my actions. And I’m taking back control right now.” With a deep breath, Kate crossed her arms and stepped away from the bed, her eyes closed as if gathering her thoughts. The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with tension.

John stood there, uncertainty gnawing at him, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend the turn of events; one moment she was seducing him, and the next she was pushing him away.

He nervously studied her face, his palms growing clammy. She avoided his eyes, instead staring off into the distance, her brows knitted together in a pensive expression at times, and sometimes expressionless. But despite her attempt to hide it, he could see traces of sadness flickering in her irises. He couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way. What was happening? Why was she sad?

John wracked his brain searching for any sign of what was going on. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to voice them just yet. She didn’t seem all too stable a while ago…she won’t lunge and try to stab me or something, right?

John didn’t think this was too far-fetched, this was why he was hesitating so much. What if she suddenly lost her mind and severed his head from his body, sailing into the sunset? He might’ve watched too much anime, but his current reality was far stranger than fiction.

Meanwhile, Kate seemed lost in her own thoughts, her eyes darting away from his gaze and her brows furrowed with worry. A wave of confusion washed over him - why was she sad? What could have happened to make her feel this way? His mind raced with questions and concerns, but he couldn’t bring himself to voice them just yet. He simply stood there, studying her face and trying to decipher the emotions that played across it like a stormy sea. After a while her gaze settled on him again, her arms still folded as she glanced down at his still-hard friend. She blushed a little, averting her gaze.

John, for some odd, couldn’t help but feel the dying embers that were his desires spark back to life.

Gulp. Why does she look even hotter now though? He couldn’t help but find her even more stunning with her stand-offish appearance.

Still, he wasn’t thinking with his lower half, at least not completely. He got a nagging feeling that if he didn’t do something now, something bad might happen.

It was then when he thought that. He noticed her returning her gaze to his face, but this time in her eyes he could see…blame?

She was angry, that much he was sure of now, and he could come up with some guesses as to why. If he were right, he could have it all. If he were wrong on the other hand then it was really over this time.

What am I thinking? It’s already over, I feel like if I let her leave now…I’m not sure what will happen but it won’t be good for us going forward. While he was lost in thought, Kate suddenly shook her head, turning her back as she crawled onto the bed to retrieve her clothes. Because of this though, he got a wide view of her ass and everything in between.

Proof of her earlier excitement ran down her fair, plump thighs. The source glistened under the light of the dim lights, framed by her heart-shaped ass that seemed to invite him.

Ahh, fuck it. Suddenly, John lunged onto the bed, grabbing Kate by her hips causing her head to whip around in shock. “W-what are you doing?” Kate asked, panicked.

“I should be asking you that, what are you doing, or more like where are you going?” John grinned, pushing his worries to the back of his head, what will happen will happen.

“I’m getting my clothes to leave, you made yourself clear, as did I, so what are you doing?” Kate fired off in a panic placing her hand over John’s that rest on her hip.

Not caring, John spun her around, pushing her onto the bed on her back. He climbed up to her pushing her legs open as he slid between them. Suddenly face to face with her son’s cock pressing against her stomach, Kate went silent.