Yes, and it’s time for a blowjob.

Part of you wants to say no, and make your mother have to wait the entire day with no clue when you’d call in your requisite favors. But as fun as that sounds, you’re not that patient. “Yes, that sounds good,” you tell her, already thinking of how to make this time special. “But not in here, follow me.” Still glad in only your pajamas, you get up and walk through the house, leading your mother to her own bedroom.

She looks apprehensive as you open the door, leaving her to follow you inside. Her husband, your father, is still in bed, asleep. You walk over to your mother’s side of the bed and sit down, which doesn't disturb your father’s sleep at all. You reach into the flap of your pajama bottoms and pull out your cock, already half-hard. “This morning,” you start, smiling, “I think I want you to give me a blowjob.” After all, it’s the logical step-up from the handy you’d gotten last night.

Your mother doesn’t look particularly enthused by this, but she doesn’t say a word against it. After all, she can’t. She’s your property. But in her eyes, you swear you see some part of her that’s almost...eager? She dutifully kneels at the side of the bed, and after a second’s hesitation, brings her mouth to your cock.

At first, she just starts licking it. It’s not nearly as good as what Kelly can do for you, and it makes you wonder if your mother has never given your father a blowjob before. That idea, that you’re going to get something from her that he never did, even as he’s sleeping in the same room, brings you all the way to full erection.

While your mother’s tongue does feel nice, you decide enough is enough. “Mom, that’s not what I meant. You need to put it in your mouth.” You say the words carefully, as if instructing a particularly slow student.

With a huff, your mother looks at you, clearly unhappy with how you chose to say that. “Ryan, I was going to get to that.” She says it softly, as though she doesn’t want to wake up her husband. Still, she does as you ask, carefully wrapping her lips over the head of your cock. She slowly starts to take more and more of it into her mouth, until she’s finally reached the base of your cock.

Then, she starts moving back and forth. You have to revise your opinion on your mother’s skills. She’s definitely not as skilled as Kelly, but she’s also not as green as you’d imagined. Still, you want more. You grab your mother’s hair, taking control as you make her go faster. What you’re doing to her really starts to settle in your mind, and it isn’t long before you’re at your limit. Just before your cum, you whisper, “Swallow,” and with no other choice, your mother does as you tell her. As jet after jet of cum is shot into her waiting mouth, she swallows it, again and again until you’re done.

She breaks away from your now softening cock, and you can almost see the change in her again. That ****, that hesitancy, is still there, but now it’s pushing up against a growing appreciation for what you’re having her do. “Do...” she starts to say, sounding unsure even as she’s saying it. “...do you want to go a second time? Right now?” You can hear it then: she’s eager, just a little, to go further than that.