"Ring... ring..."
The loud ringing of the telephone acted like a whistle, causing both my mother and me to pause.
Glancing at the caller ID, which displayed "Husband," my mother knew she couldn't ignore the call.
With an intense glare, she looked in the direction of the phone, signalling me not to make any sudden moves. But how could I resist? I continued to restlessly push my cockhead, causing my mother to grasp it with one hand to prevent me from getting carried away. She then answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, honey, why haven't you come downstairs yet?"
"Oh, I'm just finishing up some lesson plans; I'll be there shortly."
Watching my mother become increasingly skilled at lying, I couldn't help but smile. She, who had never lied before, was now becoming so natural at it.
"Alright, what do you want for dinner?"
"Anything is fine."
Silence followed as my mother and father engaged in casual conversation. Meanwhile, I ran my fingers through my mother's hair, enjoying the silky sensation between my fingertips.
Seeing that my father didn't express any suspicion and I appeared to be "well-behaved," my mother relaxed her guard and focused on the call.
Knowing how committed my mother was to everything she did, I took advantage of the conversation and slowly guided her hand. Unbeknownst to her, her hand moved along my cock, aligning it perfectly with her mouth.
As my mother held my cock, her delicate pink lips moved as she spoke, as though she were using my cock as a microphone.
"Alright, let's do that. Come home earlier. Otherwise, dinner will be too late."
"Okay, got it."
"Alright, then, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, goodbye... Mmm..."
The phone call ended abruptly, and if my father had been paying closer attention, he would have sensed something was amiss.
As my mother opened her mouth to say the final "ye" syllable, the hand that had been caressing her hair suddenly held her head firmly in place. With a forceful thrust of my waist, the glans that had been lurking near her lips entered my mother's mouth.
Panicked, my mother pushed against my abdomen, desperately trying to free herself. She placed the already disconnected phone on the nearby table. However, her weak attempts were no match for my strength, and I prevented her from escaping.
"Mmm... Hmm... Mmm..."
My mother struggled, shaking her head like a drum, as muffled sounds of resistance escaped from her mouth.
However, seeing my mother's sensual lips tightly wrapped around my thick cock, I had no reason to let her go. Instead, it fuelled my desire to dominate her delicate mouth.
Without asking for her consent, I held my mother's head firmly and thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, even though only the tip had entered. It still brought me immense satisfaction.
My mother desperately pounded on my stomach, expressing her dissatisfaction. But her feeble hands lacked the strength to make me retreat even a step.
Instinctively, my mother released her grip on my cock, using both hands to try to stop me.
With no resistance from my mother's hands, my thrusting became even easier. With a forceful motion, my thick and long dark cock entered her mouth, filling a portion of it.
"Gag.... Urgh..."
Less than halfway inside, my cock reached my mother's throat, but the tightness prevented it from going any further. The intense gagging sensation caused my mother's back to arch, and it took her a while to recover.
Left with no choice, my mother held my cock once again, attempting to reduce the length inside her mouth.
"It feels so good, Mom," I moaned. Even though only a small part of my cock was enclosed by my dignified and composed mother's mouth, the satisfaction was indescribable.
My mother's blushing face, as she struggled to accommodate the thick cock in her mouth, made me want to further dominate her.
She longed to bite down and make me pay for tormenting her delicate mouth. However, the memory of the consequences that followed the last time she bit down made her struggle internally. After much hesitation, she eventually gave up.
Feeling the tension as my mother's teeth seemed poised to bite, I became nervous. I feared she might bite me again like last time. However, to my relief, she relaxed once more, indicating that she was willing to help me out. Although it was a forced situation, the outcome turned out to be positive.
This was my mother's first time performing oral sex for me, and I didn't want to leave a negative impression. I didn't exert too much force or try any fancy techniques; I simply wanted to ejaculate quickly.
Sounds of pleasure and discomfort filled the office as I sat back in anticipation. No one could have imagined that my alluring and beautiful mother, who was being eagerly awaited by her husband, was actually being held down, while a thick and long member thrust in and out of her mouth.
Occasionally, the tip of the penis would brush against the back of her throat-uvula-causing her to gag. Her mouth filled with saliva, some of which overflowed from her lips, coating the shaft that was being inserted into her mouth. The mixture of her own saliva and my essence made the cock glisten as it moved in and out, creating a strange and intimate sound.
Seated in her office chair, my mother leaned forward, taking in the robust dark cock of her son. With each thrust, she involuntarily emitted a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Despite her reluctance, she couldn't control her reactions.
Meanwhile, her arousal had soaked her hairless pussy. Though she didn't want to admit it, my mother began to question her own morality. She wondered if she was becoming a promiscuous woman.
I was reaching my limit as well. I observed my mother's furrowed brow as she endured each of my thrusts. Her silky blonde hair swayed with every movement. Her slim waist and beautiful back remained straight, forming a perfect arch. Her ample breasts were almost pressed against my legs. If it weren't for our clothing, those large breasts would undoubtedly sway back and forth.
My mother was unaware that her lifelong habit of maintaining good posture had now become a seductive pose that aroused her despicable son's desires.
Unable to resist any longer, I used one hand to support my mother's head while the other gently traced her back from top to bottom.