Maria stared at him. She had no idea what he was talking about. At least, she didn't want to admit that she knew.
Matthew gave her his evil leer again. "You know what I mean, Mom. C'mon, how about sucking on me for a while? Suck my cock with that pretty, sexy mouth of yours. I'm sure that your hot, wet lips and tongue and throat will make me cum in no time."
Maria blinked in surprise. Suck her own son's cock? She had gotten used to the fact that she gave him handjobs on a regular basis. But actually taking him into her mouth? She furrowed her brow and shuddered.
Matthew was afraid she was going to chicken out. "Mom, I need to cum! I can't go to Mass with this enormous erection. And if I can't go to Mass, I'll be committing a sin! I don't want to go to Hell, Mom! Don't damn me to Hell! Save me!!"
It worked. Maria gulped and said, "Okay, Matthew. For you. For your soul."
She stared at the giant cock as if seeing it for the first time. The flaring purple head looked way too big to get past her lips. The long, blue-veined shaft looked far too long for her throat. She hadn't sucked a cock since her womanizing scumbag of a husband had left her almost eighteen years ago, and his had been much smaller that Matthew's. Still, she had a job to do.
She leaned forward. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and approached the flaring cock head. Involuntarily, she let a long string of saliva drip down onto the head, where it glistened and reflected the morning window light. She prepared to plunge her mouth down over the bulbous knob, but at the last minute she chickened out. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head; a long, slow lick like she would to an ice cream cone. Matthew moaned in pleasure, and she knew she was on the right track.
Encouraged, Maria gripped the base of the cock with both hands, and licked up the shaft from bottom to top, over and over again. Then she turned her head sideways and licked the side of the shaft, and then the other side. Matthew was loving it. Finally, she went up to the top and licked all over and around the head, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive rim. Matthew shuddered and moaned, his head thrown back and his eyes rolled up into their sockets.
Maria began to feel confident again; her power over her son was returning. She decided to attempt the head again. She opened her mouth wide, and plunged it down over the flaring knob. Surprisingly, she got it in past her teeth, as well as almost an inch of the shaft! Matthew let out a huge sigh of pleasure. Maria closed her mouth, pressing the wet flesh of her lips and tongue onto the head and shaft. She flailed her tongue back and forth inside her mouth, lashing at the tip and the pee slit. She thought Matthew would go crazy from the way he was squirming. She gripped his shaft all the tighter in her small pale hands, and sucked and licked for all she was worth.
After several minutes, she pulled her mouth off her son's cock and looked up at him. He opened his eyes and stared back at her. "This is awesome, Mom! Don't stop. You're doing great. You're a natural cocksucker!" He closed his eyes again, waiting for further pleasure.
Maria took his cock back into her mouth, an inch deeper now than before. She could feel her jaws beginning to loosen up. She was getting the hang of it! She moved her head up and down, letting her lips slide up and down the top two inches of his pink, blue-veined shaft, while her tongue continued to caress the sensitive head deep inside her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands began to jack the bottom half of the shaft up and down. Matthew was shuddering and gurgling and clenching the sheet in his fists. Maria pushed her head a little way further down, and felt his cock head reach the back of her throat. That started to make her gag, and she involuntarily swallowed. But that just drew him further down into her throat, and she could feel another inch of the shaft slide past her lips into her mouth. Matthew was going out of his mind. She managed to relax her throat enough to conquer the gag reflex, and continued swallowing and caressing and stroking.
With nearly half of Matthew's cock shaft in her mouth, there was no longer room for both of her hands to jack him. She took away one hand, and, on a whim, reached down to grab his nut sack. She slowly and gently squeezed his balls. Matthew's eyes popped open at the sudden and unexpected new sensation, but he was loving it. Maria rolled his balls between her fingers and palm as she continued to suck and jack and swallow. She could feel his cock head getting bigger and bigger in her throat, and his balls getting tighter in her hand. She knew from experience that he was getting close to orgasm. Her mouth was already full of saliva and precum, and she let it run out the corners of her mouth, down the sides of the shaft, to pool in obscene puddles on his thighs. The slickness in her throat enabled Matthew's throbbing, bobbing cock to slip yet further down into her gullet, until she could almost feel his pubic hairs tickling her lips. She swallowed and gurgled and slurped, making whatever motions she could think of with her tongue and lips and cheeks. She only had room for one finger and her thumb on his shaft, which she continued to twist back and forth while squeezing his balls.
This was the end for Matthew. The combination of the sensations from both her hands, her lips, her tongue, and her tight, gulping throat, pushed him over the edge. His hips bucked, shoving his cock all the way into her mouth, and his balls against her chin. His ejaculation forced a huge jolt of cum into her throat, but since she was already involuntarily swallowing on a regular basis, she was able to take most of it down into her stomach with no gagging at all. Some of the cum pooled up in her mouth and leaked out at the corners, running down on his balls and pubic hair. As his hips continued to buck, Maria moved her head up and down in time with it, keeping his cock shaft between her lips and his cock head deep in her throat. The peristalsis of her swallowing motions continued to massage and stimulate him, milking him of every last drop of cum.
Finally, Matthew was spent, and his hips stopped bucking. He relaxed down onto the bed with a huge sigh of satisfaction. Maria opened her mouth and let his softening cock slide out from between her puffy, swollen lips. She swallowed hard, three times, to empty her mouth of the reservoir of cum and saliva. She wiped her chin and looked at Matthew.
"That was awesome, Mom! You are an incredible cocksucker!"
"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Maria said crossly. But secretly, she felt proud; proud of her ability to make her young son's body cum, and proud of her power over him. Ashamed of herself, certainly, but proud at the same time. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and picked up her bra and blouse. "Now you shower and get dressed. We leave for Mass in one hour."
Later that morning, Maria and Matthew sat side by side at 11 o'clock Mass. Matthew was smiling and praying, the perfect little angel. Maria felt a confused jumble of emotions: satisfaction that she had gotten Matthew to Mass, guilt at how she had done it, and pride that she had performed a creditable blowjob and exerted control over him. And of course fear that she was losing her own soul in the process.
But there was more. She also felt a tingling in her loins, a longing in her being. An emptiness deep in her nether regions. She hadn't felt anything like that in a long, long time, and wasn't exactly sure what it was.
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Maria spent another fitful night unable to sleep. She had come to terms with the fact that she had been giving Matthew handjobs on a regular basis, and had even stopped going to confession over them. Father Flanagan always gave her a hard time anyway. But this... this was more than she could handle on her own. She would have to go to confession tomorrow.
Maria was in the church promptly at 1 pm, and watched Father Flanagan, his vestments flowing piously around him, walk down the aisle of the church and enter the center compartment of the confessional. She was first in line, but she didn't rise. She motioned to the woman next to her to go first. Maria didn't want to confess this heinous sin with other people in the church. She would wait and go last, after everyone else had finished. She bowed her head and prayed for guidance.
Eventually, all of the other penitents had confessed, said their penances, and left, and Maria was alone in the church. Father Flanagan was still in the confessional. She slowly made her way to the ornate wooden enclosure and entered the end compartment. She knelt down on the kneeler, and looked around at the richly carved wood and the velvet upholstery. This was a holy place. She did not deserve to be here.
The partition slid open. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned," she said.
