Emi's mouth

As Fumiko shifted to accommodate Ichiro, Emi's eyes fell upon the engorged head of his cock. She felt a wave of perverse excitement wash over her as he moved to position himself and she felt a twinge of carnal lust as her sons thighs flexed near her face. She watched as he carefully and with determination, he pressed his cock forward. With Fumiko still on top of her, Emi's mouth was **** open, giving her **** but to accept her son's cock as it pressed on her tongue and slid into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Ichiro moaned.

"Mmm," Fumiko purred. "Is your mother being a good little slut for you, Ichi?"

"Very much," he answered, pushing his hips forward to drive his cock deeper into her mouth.

Emi tilted her chin toward her, pressing it against Fumiko's clit as she did. Fumiko moaned in response and Emi felt the head of Ichiro's cock reach the back of her throat and push even farther, entering her esophagus. She thought she would have at least had a moment where her throat resisted, but it didn't. Instead, his cock slid right into her throat as if it had always meant to be there, deep inside her body.

She felt Ichiro bend and collapse against Fumiko, the pleasure rocking through his body. She felt his hands reach down to the back of her head and he held her there, keeping his cock deep in her throat. They stay still for a long moment, both of them enjoying the feeling of cock inside her throat, but the longer he held her head there, deep in her throat, she felt herself getting wetter between her legs. Fumiko seemed to notice, because Emi felt her coworker begin to play with the new fluids between her labia.

"Oh, Mother," Ichiro moaned as he let go of her head so that she could take a breath.

She sucked air through her nose quickly, and then began moving her head back and forth. Ichiro responded by forcing the back of her head to his pelvis. He was going to make her fuck his face. Reaching her hand around Fumiko's hips to grab his balls, she rolled them in her hand as she drew his cock over and over again into her throat, swallowing each time to tighten her throat around the tip of his cock each time she drew him out.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

"That's right, Emi," Fumiko purred, leaning forward. "Make your son cum in deep in your slutty throat."

Emi barely had time to register what Fumiko had said before she felt her coworker's mouth close around her clit. The feeling caused an intense spark of pleasure to rock up Emi's body. The aftermath of the feeling created a warm sensation in her stomach that began to build. She knew that if Fumiko continued, Emi would be having an orgasm while her son was deep in her throat, which would forever lock Emi into a deep kink. She wasn't sure if it would become something where she couldn't cum without her son's cock in her throat or if it would mean that she would cum EVERY TIME her son's cock was in her throat. Either way, Emi gave into the idea that something was about to change forever.

Reaching out to place both her hands on Ichiro's hips, she shifted to keep him from pulling out of her. Keeping his cock as deep as possible, she let her son fuck her throat as if it were her pussy. The wet sounds filled the room and she felt saliva running down her face toward her forehead. She knew that this memory would be stuck in his mind no matter what happened in the future and he would want it again, but that was fine because she could feel the orgasm coming. Fumiko was going to lock this act in forever.

As the orgasm washed over her, Emi body quaked. She could feel her mind slipping, partially from the lack of oxygen and partially from the intense orgasm. She knew that it was partially caused by Fumiko's tongue and partially from the realization that she was going to become her son's throat whore, something which caused her to be more excited than she was willing to admit. As the waves crashed over her, she was ready for her son to cum deep in her throat.