Maternal throat

“Wow, my son really has grown up!”

His mother's exclamation made him settle in more comfortably, and what he saw impressed him. Not only had he experienced all the surprises of the day, but now he saw a considerably thick and large, erect cock.

He had no idea where such a cock had come from, since until yesterday, his member had been a rather modest size and nothing special. The only logical explanation, if there was one, is that it was another of his new changes.

Despite her initial words, his mother's face didn't reflect as much astonishment as his; in fact, he could swear she'd been expecting it.

"Oh my love, you don't know how proud it makes me to see how huge you've gotten... sniff... huge and juicy," Giselle said, without taking her eyes off such a huge meat stick.

Max was taken aback when his mother began to press her face against the young man's cock, smelling it with great fascination and desire. The whole scene was very surreal; despite his excitement, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

She captured it perfectly and stopped what she was doing to speak warmly to her son.

“Oh, honey, calm down. Your growth is natural for your species… Your father told me the Incubi acquire a huge member, ideal for any girl. In short, now you have the perfect tool for your new life,” she explained as if they were talking about cooking.

Then she returned her attention to the member. In that instant, the skeletal young man guessed what his mother was up to. And yet, he couldn't help but let out a childish moan when Giselle's long tongue began to lick his shaft.

“OOOOH… MOTHER!” Max managed to shout.

“Relax, my love… Mommy will take care of your sweet member,” she said, almost like a maternal coo.

That was how Maxwell Miller's first blowjob began, courtesy of the woman who brought him into the world. The young man’s member was being used like a pacifier, with a wet tongue traveling over every inch of his intimidated body.

“Ooh gosh… gosh… grrr… ahhh.”

For a teenage virgin, this situation was mind-blowing; none of their previous conversations about sex had prepared her for the mountain of pleasure that was overwhelming him.

"Oooooh... fuck...ahhh...fuck Mom...aaaaaaa...ahhh"

Looking down, he met Giselle's wide eyes, watching him with overwhelming passion, attentive to her only son's every reaction. She looked nothing like the mother he knew; the image he was witnessing was of a vulgar person willing to do anything.

His mother's perverted smile showed how much fun she was having with Max's reactions; she had the mischievous expression of someone who knew her actions were on the right track.

“Mmm... Does my boy like this?” she asked in a sensual voice.

The son didn't respond, his attention more focused on the pleasure in his crotch, but his labored breathing and sweaty face spoke volumes.

“Yes, my boy really likes this... and what about this other thing?”

“What are you going to...?”

There, the young man witnessed how his elongated cock was slowly disappearing, swallowed by Giselle's mouth. Slowly but determinedly, she swallowed such a large shaft until almost all of it was inside, with only a few centimeters of the base remaining.

“Oooh...ohhhh...I can't do it...I can't do it...ahhhh”

He felt the wetness of a woman's throat for the first time. He was amazed by his mother's skill in swallowing such a large piece of meat. It was obvious she had done this before, but despite the effort, Giselle continued to watch him intently as he moved.

“Ahhh... oh... shit... oooh... shit... mother, this... ahhh... FEELS GREAT!”

His mother constantly moved up and down at a gentle pace, taking her time, trying to prolong this unique moment between them as long as possible. But our protagonist could no longer contain himself; a voice inside him urgently screamed at him to cum and fill his mother's mouth.

“Aaah... oooh... here... here it comes... OOOOH... it's time... ahhhh... it's time!”

And a few seconds before release, Giselle suddenly let go of his cock, leaving him on the verge of madness. Her son looked at her with a confused and pleading expression, as if imploring her to continue.

“Why... what?” he asked, panting.

She still had her mischievous smile on and reveled in his pleas.

"No, my love, your first load has to be special, that's what your father told me... it's time for your real birthday present."

With that, she stripped off all her clothes, leaving her as God had brought her into the world. Then she pointed to her belly.

"It's time for your first time!"