Mommys Cock Sucking Lesson
Title: “Mommys Cock Sucking Lesson: A Thousand Words of Delicious Indulgence”
The room was dimly lit, the scent of arousal thick in the air. In the center of the frame, a mature MILF with golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes sat on the edge of a worn leather sofa. She wore a snug tank top that strained against her ample bosom, and a tiny denim skirt that barely covered her creamy thighs. Her name was Stacy, and she was about to give the most thrilling lesson of her life.
“Today, boys and girls,” Stacy purred, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “we’re going to talk about giving the perfect handjob. And since I’m feeling extra generous, I’ll even demonstrate using my own equipment.”
The camera panned to her lap, where an impressively sized erection bobbed in anticipation, already glistening with pre-cum. Stacy wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and squeezed gently, provoking a low groan from her unseen partner.
“First things first,” she cooed, “you’ve got to get your man nice and hard. I like to start with some gentle stroking.” She demonstrated, her hand running up and down the velvety length in slow, deliberate motions.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up of her milky palm gliding over the engorged cockhead, her fingers tracing the prominent vein on the underside. The effect was mesmerizing, like a magic trick to summon the ultimate male satisfaction.
” appriciate how his cock throbs in your hand,” Stacy murmured, her own breathing growing heavier as she spoke. “It’s like he’s begging you to keep going.”
Her hand picked up speed, twisting and squeezing at intervals, pulling the foreskin back to expose the pulsating crown. Her partner let out a strangled moan, hips bucking into her touch.
“And remember,” she added, “a little lube never hurt anyone. But if you’re feeling extra naughty, use your mouth.”
Her deft tongue darted out to lap up the bead of moisture gathering at the tip. She seemed to savor the taste, closing her eyes as if it were a rare delicacy.
“Honestly, I just can’t get enough of that flavor,” she admitted shamelessly, switching from stroke to lick with the ease of a connoisseur. “If I could, I’d bathe in it.”
With that, she wrapped her lush lips around the head, swirling her tongue around the slit to collect every drop of her partner’s essence. Her hand continued to pump at the root, working in tandem with her mouth to create mind-blowing stimulation.
“Now, you don’t want to neglect the girls, either,” Stacy panted after releasing the cock with a wet pop. “Cup them, massage them, but be gentle. A man doesn’t want to feel like you’re trying to milk a cow.”
She laughed throatily, cradling the full, heavy testicles in her palm with tender reverence. Her partner’s knees nearly buckled, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of her touch.
“Finally, give him that extra little push over the edge. Either by speeding up your strokes, or swallowing him down to the root,” Stacy instructed, her own breathing growing ragged with excitement.
She dropped back to her knees, taking the rigid shaft into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her throat worked as she struggled to take him to the hilt, tears of effort pricking at the corners of her eyes.
“Unnnh, yeah, just like that,” her partner grunted, gripping her blonde tresses like reins as he thrust into the wet heat. “I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop.”
With renewed vigor, Stacy bobbed her head in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts, hollows of her cheeks caving in as she sucked for all she was worth. The camera captured her face in close-up, eyes watering, cheeks flushed, and lips shiny with saliva, a portrait of cliched depravity that was simultaneously empowering and enticing.
“Mmmph hmmm mmm,” she urged around a mouthful of cock, never breaking pace until her partner let out a strangled cry, body going rigid as he spilled his load.
Stacy gulped and swallowed, lips never leaving his twitching length until she’d wrung out every last drop. She finally released him with a satisfied purr, licking her lips to savor the evidence of his pleasure.
“There you have it, folks,” she declared, voice still husky. “The perfect handjob, Mommy style. Remember, you need a lot of lube, you don’t neglect the balls, and you never, ever leave your man hanging.”
She stood and slipped a hand into her tiny skirt, retrieving a business card that she held up to the camera with a coy smile. It read: “Stacy – personal tutoring in intimate techniques. Call for details.”
The screen faded to black, the racy lesson complete. But little did viewers know, this was only the first in a series. Stacy would continue her informal sex-ed series, covering topics like the art of cunnilingus, proper fellatio technique, and even how to give an authentic squirting orgasm like a pro.
She was, after all, a giver. Not just of carnal pleasure, but of knowledge. Because in Stacy’s worldview, a well-fucked man was a happy man, and a happy man made the world go around. It was as simple as that.
And so, with a twinkle in her eye and a cocky swagger to her step, Stacy set off to change the world one orgasm at a time. Class was officially in session.
