Dennis my eighteen year old son came walking into my office a couple of moments later asking what I had called him for this time. I was sure he was expecting me to tell him off for something or ask him to do something for me which in a way I had been thinking just that. I asked him to sit on the other chair in the room just inside the door and he did so. I was really nervous and I hadn't even done anything yet. I knew he read a lot of sex stories on his computer and also visited quite a few sites on it to but what I asked myself now was would he really want to do something with his mom? Maybe I would see if he would lick my fingers. I mean if he wasn't interested in that then he probably wouldn't want anything beyond that.
I said what the hell to myself and I dipped my fingers back in my wet pussy while my back and my chair were still facing away from him. I was sure he could smell my wet pussy from where he sat. Doing this was exciting and not only was I so nervous about maybe getting caught by my daughter or my ex but also it being so very wrong and he may even be disgusted with me and tell someone about what I wanted him to do then I would be in very serious trouble.
I told myself it was now or never and asked him to come around my chair and check something out. He cocked his head to the side wondering what it was I was talking about with him being a little slow on the uptake but he came around to see for him-self. I don't think he quite knew what he was supposed to do. He froze for a moment then slowly looked up to my face. Well he was a little curious at least and hadn't run away screaming. I nervously stuck my fingers under his nose and watched his nostrils sniff my fingers. Again he looked up at my face and this time his eyes were as wide as saucers as he realised what he was sniffing. Then he sniffed them again his nose getting closer to my wet fingers this time and I saw and actually felt him sniff them this time and as he sniffed his tongue snaked out and he licked my fingers.
I watched as his tongue went back in his mouth and I knew he was enjoying tasting me. He took a second, third and fourth helping from my fingers and I guess he liked my taste as he was now grinning from ear to ear. I dipped my hand under my t-shirt and into my wet pussy a few more times and again he would lick my juices off my fingers. OK, where was this going I hear you ask? Doing this was exciting but I knew the next step was to see if he wanted to lick directly from the source, my pussy. The only thing I was nervous about at this point was getting caught. I knew that was unlikely with only the two of us in the house but I got up and check all the doors to make sure they were locked.