Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

The thought hit her like a thunderbolt.

She had been planning to perform for Jeff’s spying eyes, giving a solo performance, but how much more thrilling to show him a duet!

She thought about it as she nursed on his cockhead. It was a really naughty thing for a mother to do and her son might even be scandalized at seeing her being unfaithful to his dad. But, scandalized or not, the boy would sure as hell get a kick out of it. And be couldn’t blow the whistle about her adultery without admitting he had made a spy hole.

If Jessica hadn’t been so horny at the moment, she might have had reservations about such a sordid scheme. Her maternal instincts might have been at odds with her exhibitionistic tendencies and she might have felt inhibited. But sucking a cock and swallowing cum always made Jessica much too hot to think clearly.

With a steaming cunt, she was a creature of pure instinct and impulse.

And it was such a lovely idea. She pulled her head off Peter’s prick with a juicy slurp. His cock was vibrant, the knob glowing with a luster. His balls were already beginning to bulge again. He looked at her expectantly.

“You want to fuck my cunt, don’t you?” she purred.

“Oh, yeah!” he babbled with enthusiasm.

“Ummm! I want it I need it now that you’ve fucked my mouth, I need my cunt filled!”

The boy reached out for her, hands trembling. But she moved out of his reach, smiling wickedly.

“Let’s go up to my bedroom,” she suggested. “Your first piece of ass should be in a bed, you sweet boy!”

Peter was inclined to agree.

Taking him by the hand, Jessica led the youth up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom the bedroom next to her son’s room, of course.

Standing beside the bed, she undressed Peter completely, kneeling before him to tug his jeans down and kissing his cock and balls a little while she was there. Then she guided him down on the bed.

He lay on his back, his young prick towering tall over his loins. Jessica, still wearing her open nightie, curled up beside him.

He waited. He was in her hands and had no doubts at all that he was going to get his prick stuck up her fuck hole.

He didn’t even wonder why she was taking such a slow and leisurely approach. She bent over him, licking here and there, her lapper darting about sinuously. She began to go round the world on him. Avoiding his cock for she had no intentions of making him cream again, yet she tongued his smooth chest, nuzzled his neck, and licked his ears and lips and throat. She slid down and tongued his stomach, dipped into his bellybutton, ran her lapper through the wiry triangle of his cock bush.

Then, by passing his groin, she worked her way up and down his legs, licking him from his toes on up to the tops of his muscular thighs. She sucked his balls a bit, but still neglected his cock.

Her eyes kept sliding sideways as she kept a watch on the alarm clock beside the bed, but Peter didn’t notice.

He didn’t, have the faintest idea that this delayed foreplay had an ulterior motive that it was merely a time killing overture preceding the main performance and that he was to be one of the stars in the show.

Jessica cupped her hands under his hard ass and hiked his hips up from the bed. She was mouthing his balls and she wedged her face down lower and sneaked her lapper into the musky crack of his ass. She lifted him higher and licked out his asshole.

He gasped in a sort of awe. Was there no end to this housewife’s depravity? He wondered. Was there nothing at which she would balk?

He hoped not.

She rimmed out his shit ring for a happy minute or two, then lowered his ass and suckled his balls some more. She kept glancing at the clock.

Peter lay back in a randy rapture and Jessica kept licking merrily away. The hands of the alarm clock moved inexorably on toward the appointed hour.

It was almost show time.

With five minutes to go, Jessica slid gracefully from the bed and stood up. She bent down to kiss the head of his cock. It was bubbling again. Then she stepped back.

Peter looked dismayed, thinking she must have changed her mind. But the voluptuous redhead gave him a promising wink and a lascivious grin.

“I’ll be right back, darling,” she whispered. Peter guessed she must be going to make some preparations necessary before fucking. He was a virgin. He knew nothing about such things. “Don’t you dare jerk off while I’m gone?”

She said.

“No way!” he promised.

Leaving the young man naked atop her bed, Jessica, still wearing only her sexy nightie, went downstairs to await the arrival of the audience her son.