PervyMother – Hot Housewife Pacified Swallowing her Son’s Rock Erection in the Morning

It was just another mundane morning in the Johnson household. The sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting an ethereal glow through the curtains of the master bedroom. Emily Johnson stirred groggily, the remnants of a vivid dream fading from her mind as consciousness slowly seeped in. She rolled over, her hand instinctively reaching for her husband’s warm body, but his side of the bed was cold and empty. With a rueful smirk, she sat up and stretched languidly, faintly recalling the text message she had received earlier – Bill had been called in for an emergency surgery and would likely be gone all day.

“Well, this is gonna be one boring Saturday, huh Sandy?” Emily purred, glancing over at her precious Shih Tzu who was curled up at the foot of the bed. The small fluffy tail thumped against the duvet in a verbal response.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Emily stood up and padded into the adjoining bathroom, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light. She had barely managed to toss her long auburn hair into a messy bun when she heard a knock at the bedroom door.

“Mom? Are you awake yet?” The door creaked open, revealing her son David. At 19, he towered over his 5’3″ frame, sharing his mother’s signature auburn locks and green eyes.

“Mornin’ sweetie,” Emily smiled sleepily, leaning against the bathroom counter. Her silk nightgown had ridden up dangerously high on her thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

David swallowed hard, his eyes trailing over his mother’s alluring curves. “I, uh…I just wanted to remind you, before Dad left, that I was heading to football practice early.” He shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably as his gaze continued to roam over the globes of her ample breasts, barely contained by the silky fabric. It was no use – his morning wood was fully on display, tenting obscenely in his gym shorts.

Emily caught sight of his predicament and a sly smile curved her lips. “Early practice? But you’re not even dressed yet…” Her eyes flicked downwards suggestively. “Seems like there’s something else that’s nice and hard though, hmm?” She pushed off the counter and sauntered towards him, hips swaying seductively.

David gulped audibly, his brain short-circuiting at his mother’s brazen approach. “Mom, I…we shouldn’t…”

“Shh, shh,” Emily tsked, pressing a finger to his lips. “Your father isn’t here to satisfy me and I’m feeling awfully…needy today.” She pressed her body flush against his, grinding her pelvis against his straining erection. “I think someone is happy to help out though, isn’t he?” She cupped his bulge through the thin fabric, rubbing firmly.

“F-fuck…Mom, this is so wrong…” David groaned, his hips jerking into her touch involuntarily. “Dad would kill us!”

“Your father doesn’t have to know,” Emily purred, dropping to her knees and nuzzling the rigid outline of his cock. “I’ll make sure you’re fully satisfied before you head to practice.” Without further preamble, she yanked down his shorts and briefs, freeing his throbbing member. “Oh my, what a nice, big cock you have,” she cooed admiringly before wrapping her lips around the swollen head.

“Oh god!” David cried out, tangling his fingers in his mother’s hair as her warm, wet mouth engulfed his shaft. The illicit nature of the act only heightened his arousal, his balls tightening as she began to bob her head, sucking him down to the root.

Emily hummed in delight, allowing strands of saliva to dribble down her chin as she pleasured her son’s impressive length. She lavished attention to every throbbing inch, swirling her tongue along the thick vein on the underside and teasing the bundle of nerves just under the crown. David’s taste was musky and masculine and she found herself growing needy between her own legs.

“Fuck, your mouth is so damn good,” David groaned, rotating his hips to fuck his mother’s face in short, erratic thrusts. His earlier reservations had been thoroughly shoved to the back of his mind, quickly replaced by primal lust.

Emily popped off with a wet slurp, gasping as David’s cock slapped against her cheek. “You like that, baby? You like how your mother sucks your cock?” She pawed at his heavy balls, squeezing gently as she peeked up at him through her lashes. “You’re gonna make me swallow everything, aren’t you? Fuck, I bet you taste so good…”

“I’m gonna cum soon Mom, I can’t hold it back,” David warned her, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. “Please, I need you to-”

She cut him off by diving back down his shaft, taking him as deep as physically possible until her nose was buried in his pubes and he was gagging around his length. Emily held herself there for a few precious seconds, savouring the wave of satisfaction that washed over her as she looked up into her son’s face, twisted with ecstasy and disbelief.

And then he was coming, hard, his cock pulsing and jerking as he shot thick, hot ropes of cum straight down his mother’s throat. Emily worked her lips and tongue around his jerking member, swallowing eagerly to catch every drop of his essence, determined not to spill a single precious morsel.

Finally, after what felt like ages, David’s orgasm subsided and Emily pulled back, gasping for breath as she licked her lips. “Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” she purred, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Holy shit…” David whispered, still reeling from the intensity of his climax. “That was amazing, Mom. I never knew you were so…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

Emily chuckled, rising to her feet and pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. “I’ve got many talents, sweetie. Don’t you forget that.” She walked back into the bathroom, adding over her shoulder, “Now, you better get cleaned up and head to practice. Coach will have your head if you’re late.”

“Right, practice,” David repeated dumbly, shaking his head to clear it. He pulled his shorts up and hurried out of the room, unsure how he was going to focus on football after an experience like that.

Emily watched him go with a satisfied smirk, already looking forward to the next time she could get her son alone. It had been a predictable lonely morning, but now it was sure to be a Hell of a lot more interesting…