Giving Mom What She Wants Pt. 02

But something else was tugging at his attention. Annie's beautiful heavy breasts were left unattended, and Tom wondered what would happen if he reached out and simply—touched the one closest to him. Would Annie or Charlie protest? Jeer at him and humiliate him? Would they even notice him? Charlie was occupied with his ministrations to his mother's pussy, and Annie's eyes were closed, her hands fondling and caressing her son's head as he pleasured her.

He was so close, perhaps a foot away. He slowly reached out a hand and touched Annie's nipple, stroking it with one finger. Annie made a sound in her throat and Tom almost snatched his hand away, but a look at her face showed that she was smiling and looking at him. He kept his finger on her nipple, stroking and flicking, and the increasing pressure in his cock told him last night's excitement was nothing compared to this.

Keeping her left hand on Charlie's head between her thighs, Annie lifted her right arm above her head, and Tom had more room to touch, so touch he did. He cupped her heavy breast in his hand and slid it underneath, lifting it slightly up and away from her chest. His mouth watered and his breathing grew heavy and rapid as he stared at her fleshy tit, dying for a taste. He moved toward her, and Charlie stopped and lifted his head at the sudden movement; for a moment the two men stared at each other, then Charlie deliberately lowered his head back to his mother's pussy and renewed his efforts.

Tom drew a deep, deep breath and inhaled Annie's scent. He didn't realize how much he'd missed it until he smelled her: musky and slightly fragranced, with a unique scent that was all her own, like tart ripe fruit. As he lowered his mouth to her nipple, his cock began to ache with its own fullness, and for a moment he thought he might cum in his pajamas before he even touched her. But he maintained, and the first taste of her after so long was as heady as the scent had been. He licked, then sucked, then took the entire nipple into his mouth, and for a moment felt lightheaded again, but then the world seemed to right itself as Annie curled her arm around her husband, holding him to her breast while he suckled. It was only a few seconds before Tom felt his cock throbbing and then he knew he had cum, a slow and enervating drain of his cum out of his cock, untouched by his hands, soaking his pajamas. He breathed hard against Annie's nipple for a moment, then continued to suckle, his right hand cupping her breast, his left against his own cheek, feeling the relief and release of the pleasure in his cock and balls as the pressure decreased.

And then the unthinkable happened—something that had never happened before. As he suckled on his wife's breast, while his son voraciously licked and sucked her cunt, before Tom could stop, before he could even believe what was happening, he pissed himself.