The door opened, then closed softly. A few minutes later she got to her feet, feeling weak in the knees. She went into the bathroom and stared at her reflection for a long time. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her darkbrown hair, then went outside.
Mary sat down next to Carol, noticing Steve once more across the pool. The girl was still there, but her son seemed to have no interest in his admirer now. Mary was acutely aware that her son watched her closely, his gaze still filled with wonder.
"Did you beat his ass?" Carol asked. "I… had a talk with him," Mary stammered, fighting down the blush that tried to come over her face.
She felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her friend.
CHAPTER TWO
For the remainder of the afternoon, Mary was nervous. She had never sucked a cock until cum spurted into her mouth before. She had no idea her son could come, until it happened.
Her ex-husband had always been trying to get her to suck his cock to discharge, but she had always refused. Sucking his prick had been pleasurable, to be sure. She enjoyed the hardness of his cock between her lips, the way it felt against her tongue. She loved to run her tongue over the smoothness of the swollen cockhead, and the dripping of his piss hole was not at all bad. Yet, she had always refused to let him come in her mouth.
When her son came off, Mary had been surprised. Thinking about it while dressing for dinner, she wondered if she would have continued sucking on his cock if she had known Steve could come. Yet the taste of his cum juice seemed to linger on her tongue. It had been shocking to find her mouth filling with cum juice. She was amazed that the taste of the thick cum juice had been so delicious to her, coating her tongue that way. If she had known cum juice tasted so good, she would never have refused her husband that ecstasy, she thought as she brushed her hair.