Over the next few days, we’d keep a fairly similar routine. He’d get home from school and I’d greet him with a hug before giving him a loving blowjob in his bedroom, swallowing his semen, before starting in on dinner. There’d even be times where I’d give him a second round of head while in the middle of cooking.
He’d be sitting on the counter with his hard cock out and his pants around his ankles, and I would just work away at him with my mouth and hand until he came. And when he did, and he moaned and groaned, I felt really good, like I was connected with him, and seeing him happy made me happy.
Making him feel sexually validated also allowed him to open up to me emotionally, and I found out so much about him. I got the most out of him when I cuddled him and stroked his penis slowly, playing with his foreskin. I learned that he’s really attracted to women with a soft and submissive demeanor so I started being more submissive towards him, and he responded by becoming more dominant and protective, which certainly aroused me more. He also confided that he’s quite sensitive and has an attraction to motherly and nurturing women, and that him calling me ‘mommy’ was purely sexual, which I figured.
His idea of a mommy was a soft, submissive woman who cared for and nurtured him emotionally and sexually. And you know what? I absolutely loved it. It made me feel really feminine to be on my knees looking up at him with his large, needy cock in my mouth; his hands running through my hair and his moans as he ejaculated in my mouth let me know how much he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him, which made me feel wanted.
Taking all of this information in, I started to call him ‘daddy’ to show my submissiveness, which was odd calling someone half my age ‘daddy’, no less my own son, but I quickly got used to it and he liked it. I deferred to him more and listened to him, and he responded by being more attentive to my needs and more affectionate.
I remember him coming home one day from school and he gave me a long kiss on my forehead. We ended up spending at least half an hour making out on the couch before he pulled off his pants and I drained him into my mouth like a good mommy. It was so passionate and amazing, and he was incredibly hard and throbbing.
I just wanted to have sex with him right there; to feel his large pulsing cock inside of me, cumming in me. I believe it’s what some people in the incest community call ‘being bred’ and I wanted it badly. I wanted my teenage son, who I’d fallen in love with, to breed me with his large, meaty penis.
My typical day revolved around my son, like you’d expect most mother’s lives would, but not in the way you’d expect. When I wasn’t submitting to him and calling him cute names like ‘daddy’, ‘sweetie’, and ‘baby’, I’d be cooking for him, cleaning, going to the gym to stay sexually attractive for him, dressing in sexually suggestive ways, and being an attentive mommy to his cock. And I loved doing all of these things.
He’d help me out around the house, let me know how much he appreciates me, and tell me that he loves me. But he wanted to do more, so one day he asked me to teach him how to give oral sex to a woman. He wanted to take our relationship to the next level and make me feel as good as I make him. I was obviously over the moon and agreed to show him later that night.
When the time came, I took him into my bedroom. Before we began, he told me that he didn’t want mommy head tonight and just wanted to focus on me and be a good boy for mommy. ‘Mommy head’ is the term we use for a blowjob and because he’s a switch, sometimes he acts submissive and wants to be talked to in a calm, soothing, and motherly voice, which I absolutely adore about him and do so willingly.
I didn’t want him to get too sexually excited so I resisted the urge to make-out with him. I knew how much discomfort guys can get in if their cocks aren’t tended to and he wanted to focus only on me tonight. Instead, I took off my clothes but left myself in my bra and thong for him to take off.