Suck him

You breathed heavily, not quite believing what was happening. You knew what you'd come here to do, but could you? The huge thick black mean hung, centimeters from your face, you could smell it, it was musky, but somehow, alluring. You knew if you did this, going back to your own body would be difficult l, but a desire inside was leading you on.

Your fingers wrapped around him, the warmth of his skin radiated into your palms, a stark contrast to the chill of the kitchen air. Your breath caught in your throat as you marveled at the sheer size of him, your awe evident in the way your eyes widened. The weight of him in your hands was both intimidating and exhilarating, a tangible reminder of the forbidden nature of this moment. Despite the guilt gnawing at the edges of your mind, you couldn't help but be drawn in, your curiosity and desire intertwining like the fingers of two hands clasped together.

As you gazed up at Jamie, you whispered up to him,"You're bigger than my da...husband." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of confession. Jamie's eyes locked onto yours, he smiled. "Of course, that's why you come to me."

You almost said dad, that could have been difficult to explain, you winced, remembering what he had done to you, it was horrible, bit it left a certain curiosity, a curiosity this fat black cock in front of you could solve. Maybe.

Jamie's voice was low and husky, his words laced with desire as he murmured, "Get your tits out. I love them." The command sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of anticipation and hesitation swirling in your chest. Slowly, you reached up, your fingers trembling as they brushed against the fabric of your dress. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what you were doing pressing down on you, yet you couldn't resist the pull of the moment. With a deep breath, you pulled the dress down below your tits, your mothers tits, and bared them to Jamie. "Mmmm, love some white titties!" He exclaimed, you could swear his already large cock grew a tiny bit larger.

You started to move your hands with vigour along the length of Jamie's cock, they could barely fit around, the warmth of his skin seemed to seep into your palms, heightening the sense of intimacy that filled the room. "It's so massive," you murmured, with a mix of awe and trepidation.

Jamie's fat cock head leaked precum down your hands, the sticky fluid warmed your palms, His voice, low and husky, carried a note of genuine admiration as he complimented you, "You've got such a perfect touch, it's like you were made for this." The words sent a shiver down your spine, blending with the guilt that gnawed at your conscience. Your hands moved with a life of their own, stroking the thick, black length of him, each motion drawing more precum that glistened in the dim light.

Jamie's voice dropped to a low growl, his eyes gleaming with desire as he whispered, "I love it when you suck my balls." You felt a hesitance at the thought of what you were about to do, but you couldn't give the game away, you had to do what she would. Slowly, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against the soft skin of his scrotum, still stroking his shaft.

As your lips grazed the soft skin of Jamie's scrotum, a wave of heat surged through you, and you couldn't ignore the growing moisture between your thighs. The realization hit you like a storm—despite the turmoil in your mind, your body was responding, betraying your conflicted emotions. The wetness was undeniable, a testament to the primal desire that had taken hold of you. You stroked Jamie's shaft with renewed vigor, the precum slickening your palms as his growls of pleasure filled the air. Your pussy, your mothers pussy, was aching for it, it needed Jamie.

As you continued, Jamie's moans grew louder, his hands gently guiding your head. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he groaned, his voice filled with genuine admiration. You felt..proud. It was weird to feel proud while blowing a guy, but as far as he knew you were your mum, you were a woman, giving a man pleasure. That turned you on even more. You had to have it.

As your lips continued to tease Jamie's scrotum, the heat between your thighs grew unbearable. You could feel the moisture seeping through the fabric of your dress, a testament to the primal desire that had taken over.

With a surge of confidence, you pulled back, your breath ragged as you met Jamie's gaze. "I need you to fuck me, bend me over," you demanded, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your mind. "Fuck me hard." Jamie's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and hunger, his massive frame towering over you, he smiled.