Taking the Edge Off

‘Oh,’ she gasped. ‘How’s that for you?’

He had another good few inches to go yet and could only watch himself bear forward, consumed by the deliciousness of her silken canal. Almost immediately the strangeness and terror he was feeling broke with the taboo and now he really had become like his father.

‘I can’t believe you’re making me do this,’ he remarked.

‘I’m not forcing you,’ she said, ‘and more importantly I’m not judging you. Feels good, doesn’t it?’

‘It feels… nice…’

‘Yeah girls don’t want to hear that,’ she criticised casually.

‘They don’t want to be complimented?’

‘Well for a start they want slow, confident strokes,’ she said. ‘And corny shit doesn’t go down at all unless she’s a crazed cat bitch in the making. Just look them in the eye.’ And he did. His mother’s gaze was so seductive; intimidatingly so. ‘And let them know you’re in control and that they’re safe with you. Silent confidence is the best. It’s what they’re looking for when you don’t even know they’re looking.’

‘A little deeper, son,’ she then cooed and the words spilling from her own lips aroused her like never before. What the hell had she gotten herself into? ‘Oh, it’s been a while,’ she said aloud as she suppressed the urge to moan with the arrival of a stealthy but delicious little orgasm.