Yes, be a good boy

"Yes mom, I'll be good." You reply, trying to imagine how you are going to resist touching yourself.

"Good, when it's time, I'll text you to come downstairs. Now go up to your room and behave yourself." Taylor motions to the stairs with her eyes.

When you stand up, your hard cock is still clearly visible, tenting the front of yohr pants. Taylor looks down and bites her bottom lip. "I'll see you tonight." She says directly to your crotch before looking back at you. "Go on, before your sister sees you in that state."

Later in your room you struggle to keep yourself from stroking your cock. Time seems to crawl by as your hard cock tents the blankets on your bed.

You attempt to distract yourself from thoughts of your mother. This also made it a distraction from how morally wrong this all was. You try your best to think about something other than Taylors whispers in your ears. You try thinking about work, or your plans for the year, but inevitably your imagination cycles back to your mom's hand stroking your cock.

Finally, after what feel like an eternity, after the house is dead silent and even Nicole's music has been silenced for a while, your phone vibrates.

"Come downstairs" reads the text from your mom. You quickly and quietly get out of bed, close your bedroom door and creep down the stairs. You open your mothers bedroom door without knocking.

"Ryan..." Your mother voice whispers from the darkness of the unlit room.

"Yes." You whisper back as you step into your parent's room, closing the door quietly behind you. Taylor clicks on the bedroom lamp and you see your mother laying sideways on the bed. A red silk robe puddles around Taylor's curvy body. A beautiful lingerie set hugs Taylor's full, heavy breats, lace and beads sewn in. Under Taylor's hand is the dirty shirt your mom had taken from your room last night. The one Jessica used to whip your cum off her body.

Taylor pats the bed beside her. "Come here baby... or do you want to watch from there?" Taylor says as she lifts your shirt to her face and breaths in. "Waiting hasn't been easy for mommy either. I haven't been able to follow the same rules I gave you. I've been playing with myself all day."

Taylor lifts her leg, spreading herself open so you can see the clearly soaked crotch of Taylor's panties. "Get undressed and give you mommy a hand."

You pull your shirt over your head and drop your pants in a pile on the floor. You crawl onto the bed and over your mother. You look down into her beautiful eyes, the ones that showed you love your whole life. Taylors hands wrap around you and her nails drag down your back. You lean down and kiss Taylor. Her lucious lips taking yours eargerly. your tentative first kiss quickly becoming firm and passionate.

Taylor pushes on your chest, flipping you over as she rolls on top of you. "Do you want to see how happy you make mommy when you're a good boy?" Your mother grinds her hips against your shaft. Pressing the wet, soaked fabric against your already dripping cock.

"Yes, I want to make mommy happy." you moan as your hips press back against Taylor's circling hips.

Taylor places both her hands on your chest and shifts herself up your body. She straddles your chest, pinning your arms against your body, preventing you from touching yourself. You look up at your mothers wet crotch, her heavy tits held in place by the lace bra, and her beautiful face looking down at you.

"Go ahead, smell how proud mommy is of her baby boy." Taylor combs her fingers through your hair and the grabs. She pulls your head up and grinds her crotch against your face. The heat from her soaking cunt presses warm against you as you breath in her intoxicating scent.

Taylor grinds against your face for a minute before letting go of your hair. As you rest your head back down, Taylor pulls the crotch of her panties aside. You look at the creamy and soaked lips of your mother's pussy. "You see how messy you make mommy? Be a good boy and lick that pussy clean."

"Yes, m...." Your words muffled as Taylor sits down on your face. You immediately begin licking and exploring the folds of her pussy as she bucks her hips.

"Yes, that's right baby." Taylor moans. "Stick out your tongue and let me ride it." Her hips bucking and grinding against you. "It's important you are good at the baby." Taylor beathing quicks as he bucks harder. "Oh....yes...right there."

"You need to be able to ...uhh...please your lady, so... mmmm... she doesn't think the only way ....yes... for her to ...ohhh.. get off is ....ahh... on ...mmmhh your...oh god....coCK." Talor moans loudly as her thighs begin to shake around your head. You feel her pussy spasm against your tongue and suddenly her wet juices fill your mouth and run down your cheeks. You swallow and continue to lick as your mother gasps and quivers, slowly coming down from her orgasm.

"Now there's a good boy..." Taylor giggles as she lifts herself off your face. "Oh, look at the mess I made on you. Here, let me help you clean up." Taylor slides down your body, dragging her tits across your face before she is low enough to begin licking herself off your cheeks. While she moans in your ears as she licks and kisses you, your cock switches against her wet cunt. Taylor moves her hips to let you slide against her lips, but prevents you from sliding in."

"Please mom, let me cum, I need to cum so bad." You plead. Taylor looks down at you and smiles.