This is part 2 for the Alternate sequel to Coming Home to Visit. Thank you for your feedback and support!
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Julie was at her wits end. Hours she had spent, trying to find the magic words to summon her orgasm. The tablet continued to play the next raunchy video on the list. A woman calling out to a younger man, "Make Mommy cum, baby." Julie collapsed against the sofa, sliding herself to her knees and wept as she rested her head on the cushion. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair stuck to her face, she felt defeated.
As she lay there quietly admitting defeat, she felt the softest touch as a hand tilted her face the other direction. She was staring at eyes so loving, they could only belong to her son. You crouched down beside her to make sure she was honestly alright, your finger wiping at a falling tear.
Julie opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by finger to her lips. You kissed her forehead and guided her to sit up on her knees. She sniffled softly and looked up at you as you stood.
"Look at this beautiful woman right here." You smile down at her as she now tries to cover herself. And for the first time, noticing you are completely unclothed. Her cheeks flush and you could see her mother's instinct coming forward as her demeanor begins to change.
"No," you interrupt a brewing thought in her mind. "It's my turn to talk." That acknowledgement catches her off guard, and she presses her lips together quickly.
Seeing how your mom looks when she obeys you, is probably the most incredible thing you will ever experience. You can feel your erection pulsing as you look down at her. That incredible body. That gorgeous woman kneeling in front of you. And you have never been more sure of anything.
Your hand reaches down and moves her hair away from her face. It's very easy to see that she is distracted from the firm gaze of your eyes, as she licks her lips, as if wanting just a taste.
"Do you want to taste it, Mom?" She forces herself to look away, trying to deny what is written all over her face. "Look at it, Mom. I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to tell me the truth. Do you want to taste me, again, Mom?"
At your own words, you can feel a drop of precum beading at the tip. The word 'again', reminding you about the event that took place just earlier that day.
She turns back slowly, looking at your cock and then up at your eyes.
"Yes, sweetie..."
"Sir- Yes Sir. You have trouble telling people what they can and can not do to your body. That was made evident earlier today when you didn't so much as look at him wrong as he dribbled his cum on your ass from that pathetic excuse of a dick. You don't get to make any more decisions, Mom."
Her cheeks heated even brighter red as she realized how much you had seen of her already. Her mind raced as she tried to find words to combat you. But all she could do was look away.
"I want to hear you say it," your tone was commanding and it was exactly the push she needed.
"Y-yes Sir."