A little head

A nice slow, sloppy, deepthroat blowjob. He could sit in a chair, maybe watching some tv drink in hand. And of course his pants around his ankles, or maybe off entirely. Veronica imagined herself kneeling between his legs, licking the head of his cock. It would be big, bigger than his father’s if her brief glimpse of it erect was any indication. And it would feel all so good in her mouth. She would toy with it, really get him worked up, before letting him through her defenses. She’d gag, unused to his size, but she’d work all the way down until her nose was nuzzling his pubes. Then she’d look up at him eyes watering and he’d reach down and gently rub the bulge of his shaft through her throat, and then…
“Mom?” Veronica jumped, surprised out of the daydream. “Is there something wrong with my face?”
“No, Matthew. It’s a very nice face. Why?” Veronica asked confused.
“You’ve been staring at it for a while now. Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Veronica assured him, “If you’ll excuse me. I need to go take a shower.” She walked around the table and kissed her son on the cheek. “Martha, you’re in charge of clean up.”
“Ah, Mom.”

Veronica stepped in to the steaming shower. She thought back to the daydream at the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that vivid an erotic daydream.” Just thinking about it made her a little hot and bothered. “Maybe if Richard would fuck me every once in a while. Then I wouldn’t be so damn horny.” Her hand slipped between her legs. “Looks like another round of the one woman tango for me.”