Chapter 79: Mom unlike any other

Evelyn’s mouth stayed open for a second too long.

Her pussy was still on my face. My fingers were still inside her. A thin line of that special water ran from her slit down my chin and onto my throat.

"Yes," she said at last. The word came out rough. "You did it right."

I smiled against her, and the movement made her twitch.

"Should I keep cleaning?"

Evelyn’s fingers were still in my hair. She did not pull me off. She did not push me closer either. She just held me there, breathing hard, staring at the wet shine on my mouth like she was trying to remember how this had started with a little pee and an innocent request.

"A little more," she whispered. "Just... don’t use your teeth."

"I won’t."

I licked her slowly this time. Not sucking in greedy gulps. Long strokes from the bottom of her slit up to that swollen bud above it, then back down, gathering what was still leaking out of her. Her taste had changed again. Less salt from the pee. More of that heavier sweetness. It coated my tongue and sat warm in the back of my throat.

Evelyn’s thighs tightened beside my ears.

"Hah..."

"Mom, you’re shaking again."

"I know. Ignore it."

I did not ignore it. I paid attention the same way I had when she told me where the special place was. Every time my tongue passed that spot her stomach jumped. Every time I pushed the tip inside her, her walls fluttered like they were trying to pull me in.

My fingers were still buried in her, two of them, lazy now, just holding her open so my mouth could work. When I curled them she gasped and grabbed the sheets.

"Baby... that’s... that’s enough cleaning..."

I pulled back enough to speak, lips wet, chin wet, the lower half of my face painted in her.

"There’s still some inside."

Evelyn shut her eyes.

"Lucien."

"I can get it," I said, as if I were offering to wipe a spill off the counter. "If I put my tongue deeper."

Her pussy clenched around my fingers hard enough that I felt it in my wrist.

"Do it," she said, very quietly. "Get it."

I pushed my tongue in beside my fingers.

She was scalding inside. Soft. Slick. The walls hugged the flat of my tongue and squeezed, and a fresh trickle ran into my mouth without me even sucking. I drank it. Then I drank the next pulse. Evelyn’s hips rolled once, helpless, grinding that special place against the upper edge of my tongue.

"Hah... hah... good boy... just like that... mommy’s almost..." 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"Almost what?"

She did not answer with words. Her pussy did. It locked, fluttered, and spilled again, a shorter burst than before but hotter, splashing the inside of my mouth and running out the corners of my lips. I swallowed what I could. The rest painted my cheeks.

Evelyn’s arms gave out. She caught herself on the headboard with one hand and stayed there, hovering over my face, dripping onto me in slow ticks.

I kept licking until the ticks became little nothing drips.

Only then did I notice how badly my cock hurt.

It was still trapped in my pants, bent at a mean angle, twitching every time she made a sound. A dark spot had spread over the front of the fabric. I did not mention it. I just looked up at her with that same clean, curious face, mouth shiny, fingers still inside her because she had not told me to take them out.

Evelyn looked down.

She saw the spot.

Something in her expression cracked.

"Baby... that..."

"It feels weird," I said. "It started when you put your pussy on my face. It got worse when the water came out."

Evelyn’s throat moved.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. It’s like it’s stuck."

She should have climbed off. She should have told me to go wash my face and forget this. Instead her hand left my hair and drifted down, hovering over the bulge like she was afraid of it and hungry for it at the same time.

"If mommy... helps that... you have to stay quiet. And you have to keep looking at me like that. Like you don’t know what it is."

"I don’t, not really," I said. "I just know it wants to come out."

Evelyn made a sound that was almost a laugh and almost a moan.

She pulled my fingers out of her pussy. They left with a wet kiss and a string of juice that snapped against my wrist. Then she reached for my waistband.

The button came open. The zipper dragged down. My cock sprang up, flushed dark, slick at the tip, slapping against my stomach before settling heavy in the air between us.

Evelyn stared at it the way I had stared at her when she first hovered over my mouth.

"Oh..."

"Mom?"

"It’s... it’s fine." Her voice had gone thin again. "Mommy’s going to use her hand. That’s all. You used yours on me. This is fair."

She wrapped her fingers around me.

Her palm was still wet from her own pussy. The slide was filthy from the first stroke. Warm. Tight. Too slick. I jerked into it without meaning to, and a bead of precum welled up and rolled over her thumb.

"Hah..." It came out of me this time.

Evelyn’s eyes flicked to my face, checking. I kept the look soft. Confused. Grateful. Her stroke got surer.

"Does that feel better?"

"Yes. A lot."

"Good. Tell mommy if it starts to feel like something is going to come out. The same way you told me about my water."

"Okay."

She stroked me slowly, twisting at the head the way her pussy had twisted around my fingers. Her other hand braced on my chest. Her knees were still spread over my ribs, her dripping slit hanging a hand’s width above my cock, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off it.

A drop of her juice fell.

It landed on the shaft, right where her fist was pumping, and mixed into the wetness already there.

Evelyn froze.

I did not.

"Mom," I whispered, staring at the place where that drop had hit. "If I put it there... would more of the special water come out?"

Her fist tightened.

"Lucien."

"You said rubbing the special place makes it come faster. That’s the special place, right? If I put this against it..."

I lifted my hips a little. The head of my cock kissed the underside of her pussy, just a smear of contact, her soaked lips parting around the tip like they already knew the shape.

Evelyn stopped breathing.

The head nudged in. Not much. Just the first wet inch of her, the same heat my tongue had been inside a minute ago, now stretched around something thicker. Her pussy fluttered and tried to suck.

"Take it out," she whispered.

I did not move.

"Mom, it’s grabbing again."

"I know it is. Take it... take it out before mommy does something she can’t take back."

Her hips, traitor that they were, sank half an inch anyway. I slid in to the ridge. Her mouth fell open. A broken sound left her. My cock throbbed inside that first tight ring, and I felt another pulse of her juice run down the shaft onto my balls.

Evelyn’s hands came down on my chest, nails biting in, like she meant to push herself off.

She did not push.

She stared at the place where we were joined, at the thick stretch of her own pussy hugging the head of her son’s cock, and her thighs started to shake.

"If mommy goes down..." she said, so soft it was almost only breath, "there’s no pretending this was just tasting anymore."

I looked up at her with wet lips and that same innocent face.

"Then don’t stop in the middle," I said. "You told me not to take my fingers out."

Evelyn’s eyes flashed.

Her pussy clenched.

And she sank.