Chapter 2
Melinda kept up her fervent finger movements till she knew that he could not tolerate them any longer.
Her desire switched from the realm of finger action to that of tongue satisfaction, and abruptly she removed the fingers from his cock and dropped to her knees.
As Jerry lay sprawled out on the edge of the sofa his trembling legs extended, Melinda let her head drop down between his legs.
With great precision, she slid her tongue ever so slowly over to the very tip of her son's hard cock.
The first time that her moist tongue came into contact with his firm, warm rod, she felt a tremendous vibration throughout her entire body.
"Oh, you're sucking me," Jerry sighed. "It feels so good when you touch me, darling. Work your tongue over my prick, baby."
He was falling ever deeper into a whirlpool of passion out of which he could not come until he had exploded his juices.
Melinda continued her smooth, methodical movements over the tip Of Jerry's cock, and the more she stroked, the more fervently his legs began to tremble.
Jerry's body rocked as Melinda kept on sliding her tongue over the tip of his fleshy penis.
She decided to extend her movements and, as she slipped her tongue along the lengthy surface of his bloated member, she began to enjoy the act even more.
"Oh, keep going!" Jerry called out impatiently. "Keep your tongue working, baby! I love it, darling, oh, I really do!"
While her fingers continued to consistently pump up and down Jerry's hot rod, she brought the fingers of her right hand to bear on his balls.
He enjoyed the combination of movements on his cock and balls, and, as her tongue continued to work, Jerry enjoyed the activities all the more.
"Suck me, darling, suck me," he gasped.
She worked her tongue back to the tip of his cock after extending her action to the lengthy base of his entire rod.
This time she worked her tongue more swiftly over the foreskin of his erect instrument. Melinda had never performed this talentedly in cocksucking before. It amazed even her that she was able to turn him on so comprehensively through a series of varying tongue tempos.
As she thought about it, though, she realized why she was achieving such great success in lovemaking with her handsome son.
Jerry had a totally different attitude about sex than her husband Dave, and that made the difference to her.
Her tongue wiggled and thrust out ever so passionately against the foreskin of Jerry's hot penis, and as she kept up the movements, he found himself moving irresistibly toward a passionate climax.
"Suck me, baby, I've got to shoot," he gasped.
Melinda was enchanted by trim mentioning an orgasm, and it provided her with that much more incentive to make things just right for him and for herself.
She began extending her movements, sliding her tongue all the way down the length of his hard rod.
The fires were igniting within him as she slipped her tongue up and down his firm rod.
While she continued those brisk, consistent tongue movements over the length of his entire dick, she worked her fingers against his balls. She probed them more skillfully than ever, applying a good deal of passionate finger motion.
His balls tickled and tingled as Jerry moved that much closer to climax. He recognized that it was not possible for him to withstand much more in the way of the kind of tempo that she was maintaining with her tongue and fingers.
"Keep driving, keep the tongue moving," Jerry exclaimed. "I want it, baby, I want to shoot inside of you. It will be so wonderful to shoot my juices in your mouth. I know you're going to want to eat them. Eat every drop. Keep sucking. Oh, I want you to keep sucking!
Jerry's body rocked and swayed under the passionate impetus of his mother's fervent tongue efforts. She whip lashed her tongue up and down the smooth, firm length of his fiery dick, and all the while her fingers were moving with splendid ease over his balls.
The smoothness with which she worked her fingers brought Jerry that much closer to a stimulating climax. She tugged relentlessly, then moved her fingers a little more slowly, continuing to provide him with satisfaction all the while.
She liked varying the movements, recognizing that it got him that much more excited.
Her head bobbed with rhythmic grace as she moved him that much closer to climax, driving her tongue with up-ended ease against the base of his long cock.
Her fingers began to twist against his balls, and she was enchanted by the way his body was rocking back and forth with satisfaction from the movements that she was supplying.
"I can't take much more," he whispered. "Just keep sliding your tongue, baby. Oh, honey, keep sucking. I want to shoot! Oh, I want to shoot inside you! You're going to eat every delicious drop of my load!"
Relentlessly she kept on tugging at his balls, and her tongue was spinning out of control for the first time as she pumped with everything she had in her, determined to cause him to explode every drop of his hot, passionate, white liquid into her mouth.
The challenging act was moving into its last stage, and it made Melinda feel better than ever to know that she had pushed her son about as far as she could, leading up to the final impact of orgasmic relief.
Her tongue kept on fervently working, and she recognized that Jerry was just a few hot strokes away from spilling his entire load into her waiting mouth.
She tugged relentlessly on his balls, and his body began to spasm as she received the first few tiny droplets of white juice from the end of his erect cock.
Melinda realized she had experienced nothing more than the prelude to the body of the orgasm, and she kept on sending her tongue surging spiritedly up and down his pecker.
"I've got to shoot, oh, I can't hold it back anymore!" he exclaimed, "I'm itching, oh, am I ever itching in my cock and balls. It feels so good to itch like this, oh, but I'm going to shoot everything! Here it goes, oh, here it goes, oh, I can't hold it in! I can't hold it in at all! What a fuck, oh, what an orgasm!"
The spurting white pecker-juice bolted out of the tip of Jerry's cock.
An overjoyed Melinda made certain that she was in place to catch every drop of his burning come.
She kept on playing with his balls, never once letting go of them as the stream of juice spurted steadily out of his prick and into her mouth.
Melinda's heart beat furiously as she went after her son's thick white cream.
A few of the droplets spilled out of the left side of her mouth, and Melinda was disappointed that she had not been able to hang onto every drop of juice that had spilled out of his erect, mammoth organ.
But Melinda had been able to catch most of it, and she wasn't about to let any more of the precious white droplets of orgasmic liquid get away.
Jerry watched with great joy as his mother continued to attack his cock, going after the desserts of her efforts.
Melinda swallowed the last few droplets of juice, then released her tongue quickly from his hard cock.
"It was wonderful," she said. "I couldn't believe that anything could be this good."
"Neither could I." Jerry shook his head. "It was like I was in a dream."
"I never got seized with anything like this before. I mean, I've wanted to have sex, and I've had sex many times. But this time it was a compulsion. I just had to devour your cock, honey. There was just no other way out."
"I know what you mean. That's exactly the way you acted."
"I know. I just couldn't get enough of you."
"I hope that I gave you enough," Jerry smiled.
"The way I feel right now, you never could give me enough. But you certainly did give me quite a bit."
"That's what I mean," Jerry nodded.
"You're so handsome, Jerry, and I'm so grateful to you for supplying me with all this satisfaction."
Melinda looked at Jerry hungrily.