First time posting here! Sorry if the formatting is off, just wanted to try out the whole shebang. This story is fiction, any similarities with real people, places, etc. are coincidental, author does not endorse acts committed within this story irl, etc. etc. etc. yall know the drill.
Comments and criticism always appreciated! Dunno if less "porny" stories are received well here, but hopefully I tip-toed the line between porn and writing haha
Jessie wakes up to the warm, intoxicating feeling of pleasure rushing up her spine. It’s the kind of pleasure she hasn’t felt in a while; the hot weight of a tongue on her cunt, licking a path up her hole and fiddling with her pussy lips before sucking on her clit. A breath pants over her cunt for a second, washing it in a hot puff that makes her body tense up.
She isn’t seeing anyone at the moment; hasn’t even fucked around for over a month, so the fact that someone’s in her room at who the fuck knows in the morning makes her stomach flip. Jessie wakes up pretty damn quick after that.
A hesitant hand seems to brush up her thigh, making her aware that she isn’t wearing anything below the waist. Her nightshirt is still on, thankfully, but the state of undress makes her more aware that she didn’t wear a bra to bed. Jessie thinks that the gentle way the hand brushes up her leg makes it safe enough to pry her eye open.
Jessie can just barely make out the form of someone hunched over on the bed, face stuck up close to her snatch. The lack of lights in her room makes it hard to try and see who it is, but the person looks small enough to either be a woman, or a younger man. The sense of dread pooling in her stomach has all but erased the heat of what the person had done to her.
However, as the person turns their face to press a small kiss to the inside of her thigh, a soft cheek catches the pale moonlight filtering in through her window. For just a second, Jessie can make out the face of the person who’s nibbling on the skin of her inner leg.
It’s her son. Jeremy.
There’s a sudden burst of heat in her pussy that makes her gut clench with shame. It’s one thing to stay quiet and let an intruder touch her out of fear that they might do something worse. Really, Jessie’s seen enough horrible news stories from vulnerable women, beaten to the brink of death, to think that it might be better to just take it, and use a rape kit later.
But fuck, it’s another to watch as her son lavishes over her cunt. Jeremy pushes close to it, just staring at the place he came out of nineteen years ago. There’s an almost reverent weight of his gaze, like her pussy is captivating his attention. His other hand comes up to stroke up the weight of her right thigh as well.
Jessie’s more aroused than she has been with any other partner in years. It’s as if the thought of her son coming into her room and taking a good, close look at her vagina is the sexiest thing she never knew she needed. The earlier dread that had stolen her arousal is nowhere to be found, replaced by the need to push closer, draw her son up for a taste of herself on his tongue. A shiver draws up from Jessie’s toes to the base of her head in a rolling wave.
Should she push him off with a shove? Would he push her down and have his way with her anyways? The boy’s always been embarrassingly genuine and a tad shy, so Jessie doesn’t think that he would react violently. Really, there’s no excuse for her to let this continue.
Jessie really, really shouldn’t let this continue.
She's trying to convince herself to say something, but the words get strangled in her throat. Instead, a breathy sigh forces itself out of her lips as Jeremy sucks at her pussy. The sound is punched out of her, and in the quiet of the room it goes off like a gunshot.
Jeremy pushes himself up on his elbows immediately. Jessie shuts her eyes without thinking, even as the shame of this whole entire damn situation hits her again. This is it. This is the moment when she should say something, end the entire shitshow that's going down. Jessie has work tomorrow; early work at that, the kind that she'll hate herself for in the morning if she doesn't go back to sleep.
Deep in her thoughts, Jeremy settles back down on his stomach and goes back to looking at her pussy. He makes the decision for her, with gentle fingers reaching forward and tentatively pulling her cunt’s lips apart. Jessie hears him take a deep breath in, almost like he’s-
Jeremy takes a deep, long sniff of her pussy. Seems to like the scent of her aroused sex, because he makes the first noise she’s heard from him all night; a brief, high moan that makes her clit jump.
Jeremy’s technique isn’t good. In fact, Jessie would consider his technique kind of awful. However, the genuinely eager way he presses his tongue against her clit and hole has her cunt practically gushing.
Her son’s still on his stomach, but he shifts his weight so that his forearms are resting on the V of her hips. Jeremy’s fingers wander up, up, up into the depths of her shirt, brushing against her toned stomach and resting just underneath her breasts.
Every touch seems to make her ten times more sensitive. Jessie finds it increasingly hard to stay still, only making small, minute movements that could be played off as sleepy twitches. The thought of her son actually doing this to her while she was asleep makes her even more aroused.
But maybe Jeremy had done this before.
What if her son had already tried this out, and she hadn’t woken up? It’s not like she’s had any scintillating dreams as of late. God, the heat that flares up in her pussy at the fantasy of Jeremy intimately knowing her without her knowledge shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
Fingers touch her breasts. Her tits are something she takes pride in, a triple D cup size despite the fact that the rest of her body has been a bit… on the mend ever since she was pregnant with Jeremy. She’d been seventeen at the time, and although Jessie didn’t have any stretch marks to show, the rest of her body always had just that extra bit more cellulite. Which, she supposes, wasn’t the worst thing when it came to her rack.
Jeremy paws at her nipples under her shirt. She jolts, hard, at the combination of clit-sucking and breast-tickling. Jessie knows that if this continues, she’ll probably orgasm harder than she has, like, ever.
Her son is making small noises, little choked gasps for air in between tonguing her pussy and wrapping his mouth on it like a vacuum. It’s so goddamn hot when he pants on her sex, grabbing her tits in tandem. The combination of it deprives her lungs of air. Jessie’s holding back pleasured little groans not unlike Jeremy’s, and as she indulges further and further into the depths of pleasure it gets harder to keep them locked inside her chest.
The chest that her son is still playing with, deft little fingers pinch and pulling at her pert nipples. It’s more attention than she’s gotten in a while, and the ease at which she’s approaching orgasmic pleasure should be disconcerting.
Jeremy suckles at her pussy hungrily, licking up her slit and catching the fruits of his labor in his mouth. Jessie assumes that he’s been drinking her cunt juices up, because she can’t feel any of it slipping down her ass. Her slick must be sitting in his stomach, a notion that brings her even closer to orgasm.
Fuck, she wants to come so badly; but she really, really does not want this to end right now. If Jessie had it her way, her son would continue to lick the cunny he was born from for the rest of his life. She’d teach him; would teach him well, how to pleasure a woman’s pussy and ass, how to give her whiplash from just breast play, what to do to make himself the fantasy of any girl he liked.
Jessie’s finding that she’s a terrible, opportunistic mother. And really, that fact only makes her hornier. A beat passes where she reels her pleasure back in. Jessie can’t help the buck of her hips that she hopes doesn’t give her away, but Jeremy only groans again at her visual pleasure.
Jessie chances another glance at Jeremy, but she sees that he’s rutting into the bed, and--
Jesus fuck, Jeremy’s got his face shoved in his momma’s pussy while he humps the bed like he’s a 14 year old experiencing pleasure for the first time. Suddenly Jessie’s body is alive and practically shaking with pleasure, her systems completely fried as she desperately jolts against Jeremy’s tongue.
The pleasure that's been building for the past couple minutes seems to increase, further and further until it's a fucking wave that crashes up and hits her head on. Jessie's tingling from her head to her toe.
Jessie hasn’t had a squirting orgasm in years. It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to just let go, let Jeremy tongue-fuck her cunt through a deep, pulsating orgasm while his hands grope at her sensitive nipples. She loses herself. It’s easy to, with Jeremy laving the flat of his tongue on her folds, giving gentle laps at her clit’s hood. His fingers go soft around her supple nipples.
Jeremy’s still using the bed as a masturbation surface by the time she resurfaces from her post-orgasm haze. His fingers twitch, before coming off of her breasts. Jessie quickly shuts her eyes as Jeremy pushes up on his knees. There’s the sound of a belt, and then rushed, frantic breathing.
Jeremy’s jacking off while looking at her body. She’s laid out, bare, panties pulled down around her left ankle and dress shirt hooked over her breasts. Jessie can almost imagine the picture she paints, wet with sweat and pussy drenched in her gush and Jeremy’s spit.
It’s over quickly, and Jessie feels choked amusement at how quickly her son comes. It splatters right on her cunt. The feel of his slick drips down her lips, slipping in between her folds, and eventually drooling right over her hole. The sudden danger has her almost wanting Jeremy to suck her off again, but all he does is touch the cum and wipe it away.
There’s the sound of a belt again, and then Jeremy’s clambering off the bed. Jessie slits her eye open again, watching as he goes over to her dresser and snatches up some tissues. The line of his shoulder droops.
Jeremy heaves out a sigh. He looks disappointed. Shameful. In himself, probably, but he’s already going into his first year of college, and they haven’t been able to read each other as well lately. If she’s being honest, having Jeremy eat her out is the closest she's felt to him in almost a year.
Should she say something? Jessie’s earlier conflict resurfaces. Jeremy wanders back over and starts mopping her cunt juices and his cum up, taking a second to run an appreciative hand across her stomach. He gives another soft, breathy moan, and grazes her breasts with his fingertips. It ends up taking a couple minutes for him to redress her, slow movements dragging her clothing back to where it should be. A second of hesitation passes before he throws the pale pink sheets over top of her, as well.
All the while, Jessie slowly gives in to the temptation to just let this all slide. Let Jeremy believe that she never woke up, never caught him in his assault. Jeremy finishes cleaning her up, then steps back. She can't quite tell if he's walked away or not, but there's no more movement.
It’s been so silent, so still, that Jessie believes that her kid’s already left, before there’s a shift of a body, a crinkle of weight on the sheets next to her head, and a brief press on her mouth.
“Love you, mom,” Jeremy whispers against her lips, his bangs brushing against her eyelashes. It’s so tender. She hasn’t heard him say that since he was in middle school, before telling your parents you loved them started being uncool. It makes her eyes water.
And then Jeremy leaves the room for real, closing her door with a soft click.
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