Mom had always been blunt about what she wanted once Dad left. At forty-six she still had the kind of body that made men stare, heavy tits and wide hips that filled out every pair of shorts she wore around the house. I was twenty-four, living back home after college, and the tension had been building for months. One humid Saturday afternoon she caught me jerking off in my room with the door half open.
She didn't knock. She just walked in, shut the door, and said, "If you're gonna stroke that cock under my roof, you might as well let me help."
Her voice was low and filthy. She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, yanked my shorts down, and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "Look at these heavy balls," she muttered, cupping them. "Bet they've been aching for some real attention."
She didn't waste time. Her tongue dragged over my sack in one long, wet lick, then she sucked one ball into her mouth with a greedy moan. The heat and suction hit me hard. She rolled it on her tongue, slurping loudly, spit running down her chin while her hand pumped my cock in steady strokes.
"Fuck, Mom," I groaned, hips jerking.
She pulled off just long enough to growl, "Call me that again while I suck these nuts." Then she switched to the other ball, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing. Her mouth was sloppy and loud, every wet pop and slurp filling the room. She pressed both balls together and tried to fit them in at once, stretching her lips around the whole sack, tongue working between them.
My cock throbbed in her fist, leaking pre-cum onto her fingers. She didn't stop. She licked lower, tongue tracing the seam of my balls, then sucked one back in and hummed around it. The vibration traveled straight up my spine. She kept going until my balls were shiny with spit, heavy and tight, then she looked up with that raw, hungry expression.
"Stand up," she ordered. "I want them hanging in my face."
I stood. She stayed on her knees, tilting her head back so my balls rested against her open mouth. She sucked them one after the other, deeper each time, while her fist twisted around my cock. Every few seconds she'd pull off to spit on them and rub the mess in with her palm, then dive back in, sucking like she was starving for it.
"These balls taste so fucking good," she mumbled around a mouthful. "Gonna drain them right down my throat."
She switched to long, slow sucks, pulling each ball out with a wet pop before swallowing it again. Her free hand reached between her own legs, rubbing her pussy through her shorts while she worked on me. The sight of my own mother on her knees, mouth full of my balls, fingers working her cunt, pushed me right to the edge.
I warned her. "Mom, I'm gonna cum."
She didn't pull away. She sucked both balls into her mouth at once, cheeks bulging, and jerked my cock faster. The orgasm slammed through me. Thick ropes of cum shot across her face and tits while she kept sucking, milking every drop from my balls with her tongue and lips.
When I finished she let my balls slip from her mouth, licked the cum off her lips, and stood up. "Bedroom," she said. "Now. I'm not done with these balls or that cock."
We moved to her room. She stripped fast, climbed onto the bed on all fours, and spread her ass. "Get behind me and feed me those balls again while you fuck me."
I knelt behind her, slid my still-hard cock into her soaked pussy, and reached around to cup my balls against her lips. She turned her head, sucking them into her mouth from behind while I thrust. Every stroke pushed my balls deeper into her mouth. She moaned around them, the sound muffled and filthy, spit dripping down my thighs.
We fucked like that for a long time, her pussy gripping me tight while she nursed on my balls. When I got close again she pulled off just enough to say, "Cum inside me. Fill your mom up."
I did. She came with me, pussy pulsing, mouth still latched onto one ball like she couldn't let go. Afterward she rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and told me to lick her clean while she played with my balls again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon like that, her mouth constantly returning to my balls between rounds of fucking. Every time I thought I was done she would suck them back in, slow and deliberate, until I was hard again. By evening my balls were sore, spit-slick, and completely empty, and Mom was smiling like she'd just won the best prize in the house.
She kissed my forehead before we showered. "Same time tomorrow," she said. "Don't wear underwear. I want easy access to those balls whenever I feel like sucking them."
I already knew I'd be ready.
