It was a pretty convoluted perverted game we played, Elisha and I, but god it was fun. Seducing the young men who came to do work at our respective houses, or young colleagues of our husbands, or whoever, was really pretty straightforward. We were wealthy “milfs” with lots of leisure time, and lots of confidence, and who paid a good amount of attention to our looks, and our skills. We’d tell each other of each new conquest, sometimes while we ate lunch together, sometimes while eating one another. The most fun twists came when one of us managed to get the lover of the week to play our favorite game and let us tie him up “just this once”… That’s when I’d get a text from Elisha – or she from me, and we would gift our latest blindfolded toy to each other without him even knowing. Oh, he might suspect that the hot mouth around his cock felt different, or the pussy milking the cum out of him was not quite the same, but really – they say all your other senses change when you’re deprived of one, and we never, ever heard a word of suspicion, much less complaint.
I suppose there’s always the chance someone could spill the beans on our antics to our husbands, but we don’t bring up their bits of tail on the side, so there’s not much to worry about.
Still, Elisha outdid herself this time though. When she texted me and I hurried over, I was definitely not expecting to find my own son tied on her bed. Blindfolded, hard, and panting. His cock was sticking straight up like a tower, glistening wet from Elisah’s very recent oral attention with a little red ring of lipstick around the shaft about an inch from the base denoting exactly how she got the shaft so wet. I have to say I was shocked that she’d be so bold as to seduce Justin – and not only not tell me, but then surprise me this way. But, well, Elisha knew me after all. Once I saw him like that, young, erect, waiting, my pussy practically flooded.
He’d never know.
He tasted so good. Feeling his hips buck as he tried to get deeper into my mouth almost made me moan. But as always when we switched, I had to be quiet, but especially this time, with one of the people who knew my voice the best in the world. It felt do different, yet completely different taking him down my throat, but I had to leave my own lipstick ring around the base of his cock, and, bless the boy, he cried out and came right there. He was mine, after all. I had made him, I had to claim him back, and I did, staking every drop down my throat. Of course, I also knew his father when he was this young, and my suspicions were confirmed as I slowly pulled off him just as just as my air was running out. I kept suction on him the whole way, and by the time the head of his cock popped out of my lips, he was just as hard, just as proud, just as ready as when I’d walked in. Before I climbed onto him, I looked back at Elisha, who was watching, slowly fingering herself, as per usual whenever we traded. Her son was a fine specimen, too, and I think she knew what I was thinking as I stared at her, pulling my panties to the side as I straddled mine. But then I had to turn to watch his beautiful face contort as I sank down on him, taking him – part of him, anyway – back into my body for the first time in nineteen years. Only now he was much bigger, and I was much smaller, where it mattered, than the last time he’d passed this way. He moaned, and cursed, and wonderingly told “Mrs. Elisha” how hot and tight her pussy felt. And then he groaned again when I ground down on him, fully impaling myself on a cock that was surprisingly, and very pleasantly larger than his father’s.
My oral attentions had all but guaranteed he wouldn’t to shoot too early, but I bet I could get a young stud like him to cum twice more, if I kept riding him. And fuck me If I wasn’t about to cum multiple times, too.