Chapter 292: Public Places with Mom
byHeyAll©
Like most summer trips, Natalie was in for a memorable experience. Only this time, she'd be fucking & sucking her son in public places.
It all started during a work-retreat in Thailand. Mr. Brandson was the eccentric billionaire boss and they had just signed a major hotel development deal there. He brought his inner-circle with him and encouraged them to bring their families along.
While the families enjoyed the beach, all the employees sat nearby at a cafe on a hot morning. Instead of their normal business suits, they were all dressed in casual tshirts and shorts.
The boss seemed more eccentric than usual. He stood and gave an impassioned speech about how life was short and how people should live their dreams.
"Today, I'm extremely excited," Mr. Brandson proclaimed. "We all have a chance to become our better selves."
Everyone listened attentively as he spoke. He spoke words of wisdom and the importance of achieving desires.
The small audience applauded.
Mr. Brandson added, "Which is why I'd like each of you to jot down a bucket list of things you've all wanted to do in life, but never had the chance. Something simple. Something realistic which can be achieved here in Thailand."
Blank pieces of paper and pens were handed out to everyone. People began writing down their dreams in earnest.
Natalie thought it was a cute exercise. She smiled. Despite her high-powered job, she was a plain woman at heart. She didn't really have a bucket list of things to do. But the assignment was the assignment and she had to fill something out.
Off the top of her head, she wrote down:
1) Tasting as much local cuisine as possible. I love Thai food.
2) Working on my tan lines.
3) Sex? In public places? It's a silly fantasy of mine. : )
Even though she preferred her adult relationships to be tame, the idea of doing sexual favors for someone in public had always gotten her incredibly hot. It was truly her secret fantasy, one that she never told anyone about. Why risk something like that?
She knew the boss would get a real laugh out of it because he loved sex jokes. Especially coming from her, since she was known for her professionalism and no-nonsense approach to work.
"I see pens coming down," Mr. Brandson said. "Good. You're all done. Hand them in, then go out and explore this amazing city. The next meeting is tomorrow morning at 9 am."
The group seemed eager to have a brief vacation with their families and soak up the sun. Then the boss dropped a major bombshell.
Mr. Brandson added, with the most deviant of smiles, "Oh, and by the way, whatever you wrote down on your list, I expect you to do it today."
There were looks of shock on everyone's faces.
"That's right," he grinned. "Have a dream of skydiving? The airfield is only a few blocks away. Scuba diving? It's just down the shore. Anything on your list which is doable here, get it done. And I want picture proof too! Come on people, life is short, live a little!"
People laughed at the crazy things they were now expected to do. Surely they'd be in for a great time and Mr. Brandson seemed eager for his trusted employees to come out of their shells.
As a female assistant came around to collect the papers, Natalie stood dumbfounded for a moment.
"Can I have a second, please?" Natalie asked, bidding time. "I just need to fix a minor mistake."
The assistant understood. "Oh, okay."
Natalie put her pen on the paper and attempted to scribble over the last point she wrote. She only succeeded halfway.
"Natalie, what are you doing?" Mr. Brandson asked, like he caught someone with a hand in the cookie jar.
She looked up at the leering boss. "Small mistake, sir. It'll only be a second."
The boss shook his head in a 'tsk, tsk, tsk,' kind of way. He slowly walked over to her. He wasn't mad. He was never mad. But he was an intense guy with all his energy, and that could be quite intimidating.
"Hand me the paper, Natalie," he said with a fake evil grin.
Natalie handed him the paper and laughed, like the content was a joke, and she expected him to laugh back.
"Interesting choices," he said, reading the list. "The last one is surprising. I look forward to seeing the pictures of that."
She forced another laugh. "Right, how about with a stranger?"
"That could work," he joked back. "But everyone came with family or a date. You came with someone too, if I recall. Might be fun, but don't get caught, of course. Safety is always important with these sorts of things."
Although there was a big smile on Mr. Brandson's face, it was clear he meant what he said. Failure was never an option with him. He was crazy enough to fire anyone who didn't follow through, even if it meant having sex in public.
She wanted to retort: 'But he's my son!'
"But, sir," she started. "I actually..."
His phone beeped. "Excuse me, Natalie. I have an important call with the Mayor of this city. Enjoy your day."
He answered the call, gave her a suggestive wink, and walked away. Natalie wondered if this really just happened. Knowing her boss, this was absolutely real. A year ago, Mr. Brandson made an employee go skydiving 10 times in a single month because that employee expressed a fear of heights.
So of course this man was serious. He was a free-thinker and the rules of traditional society didn't apply to him. And that was the key to his success. Everything was about experiencing life to the fullest.
This left Natalie in a serious bind. At this point, she had two options. 1) She could admit failure to her boss, which would mean disaster for her career. Or 2) She could actually go through with it.
By her own estimation, there were some recent retirements and she could be due for a big promotion. A week earlier, she had a private meeting with the boss where they also discussed a potential pay raise as well. She was a hard worker and her boss recognized that fact.
***
She met with her son Zack down the beach. Although he was laying back on a lounge chair underneath a beach umbrella, Natalie could tell that his eyes were checking out all the local Thai women and scantily clad tourists as discreetly as possible. Typical for a 19 year old, or any man, she thought.
"You look busy," she said playfully, standing over him.
"I'm trying. I'm clearly not as busy as you."
She laid across an available lounge chair right next to him.
"You have no idea," she sighed, closing her eyes to relax a moment so she could try to enjoy the rest of her morning.
"Oh? Anything going on?"
"Nothing, except for a big misunderstanding. One day I'll look back on this and laugh."
"How about today?" he asked, showing some concern. "You seem stressed."
She rolled over to face him. "Maybe you'll think this is hilarious, or maybe you'll be mortified like I am."
"Just tell me already."
"You know what kind of guy Mr. Brandson is, right?"
He nodded and smiled. "Yep, he's a billionaire, he knows how to party, and he's always surrounded by hot chicks. He's living every guy's dream."
"And you also know his work ethic and his philosophy on life, right?"
"Based on what you've told me and what I've read in the news, I think so. Why? Has he gone off the rails this time?"
"In my opinion, yes. He had us write down things we really want to do, like a bucket list. I don't really have a bucket list, so I wrote down 'public sex' as a joke. Don't ask me why. Anyway..."
Zack's eyes widened and he cut her off. "He wants you to actually do it?"
"I knew you were familiar with my boss's style. Yes, that's exactly what he wants."
"Was he joking? I mean, the guy is a jokester."
Natalie shook her head. "He's a jokester when he's telling jokes, not when he gives orders. When he tells you to do something, it better get done, or else his wrath will be felt. How else do you think he became a billionaire?"
"Just pretend you did it. Life will go on."
"I wish it was that easy. He wants picture evidence. That's another reason he's so successful. He verifies everything."
They both paused for a moment, thinking to themselves about how to handle this situation.
"Well, you're in luck," he said finally.
She raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"As a college student, I know how to fake doing important assignments. Trust me, he'll think you did it."
"Zack, have you lost your mind?"
"Not yet. Come on, mom, we suddenly have a busy morning."
He got up and Natalie had no choice but to follow along.
***
They went to the area of the beach where there was a small dock for boat rides and other water sports. At that hour, most of the tour boats had already left.
While Natalie wondered what was going on, Zack kept on scanning the area for God knows what.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" she asked, amused by her son's antics.
"We're going to complete the task."
She smiled, "And how exactly are we going to do that?"
"My college education that you're paying for has tremendous benefits. Thanks to college, I know all about exchanging naked selfies and pictures with hot chicks."
"I'm not even going to ask about that."
"That's fine. The point is, I know how to stage a picture to make it look like you're... you know... doing stuff in public."
She crossed her arms and thought about it. "I'm listening."
"There's an open shower area over there, which has dividers for some privacy. It's technically public, but it's private enough that we won't be seen."
"Go on."
"We can simulate physical acts, some touching, and with the right angles, it'll look real. You'll have to pull some of your clothes down a little."
"Is that so?" she asked playfully.
"Mom, if we're going to do this, we're going to have to do this properly."
The offer seemed genuine enough. She knew her son was a ladies man who was getting plenty of action in college. He was also talented at taking pictures. If anyone could pull this off, it was him. And they both knew that her boss never accepted failure.
Speaking of which, her phone beeped, notifying her of an incoming email. Right away she knew it was from Mr. Brandson, who was always working, even when he was having fun.
She checked the message on her phone:
Morning Friends,
I'm sure you're all having a blast. So far I've heard back from Richard, who's already in the process of going scuba diving, and Jessica, who's renting a motorcycle. Excellent work you two! I see you have what it takes to succeed in life! I love it!!!
Folks, I want to see you push yourselves. Live your dreams and I want proof. Anything that can be done here, do it. I want pics or else you'll be fired. (Not a joke!!!) If they're embarrassing pics I'll delete them. I promise.
I know there are some awkward ones (I'm looking at you, Matt, Deni, and Natalie) but if you dig deep within yourselves, it can be done.
Sincerely,
x Brand
As soon as she read it, she showed the phone to her son.
"Now what?" he asked, reading the message.
"As much as I hate this, we'll do your plan. Just a few pictures and then we'll go have lunch and forget all this. God, what was I thinking writing that down for my boss?"
"Was it really..." he hesitated. "A fantasy of yours?"
"That's none of your business. Please don't ask me that again."
"Sorry."
She rubbed his shoulder. "Like I said, let's finish this, then have lunch, then we'll forget this ever happened. There's a lovely restaurant by the shore and I'd like to try it."
"I'm getting hungry too. Follow me."
***
The spot was on the beach, near the small dock. There were public showers people could use to wash the salt water from their bodies after swimming in the ocean. The dividers were thin and there was no way to have a private conversation, but it was enough to complete the task.
A boat and scuba trip had just started so the shower areas were empty. There were plenty of tourists lounging on the beach, enjoying the hot weather and having a good time, so if Natalie and Zack were sneaky enough, no one would even notice that they entered the stall together.
"First, what's the plan?" Natalie asked. "We should think about this before we go inside a shower booth together. I don't want to linger around too long. It should be quick, in and out."
"You know your boss better than I do. The plan depends on how thorough he wants his proof."
"If Mr. Brandson says he wants evidence of skydiving, he'll want pictures of you flying in the air. If he wants evidence of you scuba diving, you better wave to the camera while you're next to a shark. This is a man who personally goes over his financial documents with his accountants. He's that intense."
"Then we'll go with Plan C," he said.
"What's Plan C?"
Zack sighed. "Something you're probably not going to like."
"Well, I don't have much of a choice."
"I know, that's why you won't like it."
"This will never get done unless you tell me."
"We go inside a shower stall," he said. "Casually, so no one will notice. Then you have to pull your shorts down and bend over with your hands against the wall."
Natalie winced. "And what exactly are you going to be doing? I'm almost afraid to hear this."
"I'll pull my shorts down and press my crotch against your butt. I'll be holding your phone and I'll take a picture of it. It'll look exactly like we're having sex."
"At least one of us will be having a great time."
"Hey, you're the one who wrote down 'public sex' as something you wanted to try. This is your fault, not mine."
"Fair point," she acknowledged.
"Are we going to do it or not?"
Natalie hesitated for a moment. "What's Plan A?"
"Plan A is a sloppy selfie shot of our bodies touching, which looks like we're gyrating. Plan B is a close-up picture of your face, while you look like you're receiving pleasure, and I'm sort of in the background, which looks like we're having sex. Based on what you've said, neither of those things are realistic enough."
"You're right," she said. "Plan C is the only option that'll work."
He nodded. "Let's go. Walk casually to the last shower stall. We'll have more privacy over there."
"Wait a second."
"Are you having second thoughts?"
"No. But I have a concern, a rather small one, so to speak."
"What is it?" he asked.
"When we do this, promise me you won't look at my asshole. I can live with you seeing my butt, but not my asshole though. It's far too personal, okay?"
Zack's face was way too stoic. "Mom, trust me, I have to look to some extent. Otherwise I might accidentally shove myself in your asshole. That's even worse."
His demeanor broke and he chuckled. Natalie laughed too at the absurdity of the situation. The idea that her son would be looking at her naked read end made her extremely uncomfortable, but at the minimum, she was glad that her son was being extremely courteous about this.
"Ready?" she asked nervously.
"I'm ready. 3... 2... 1... Let's go."
Zack led the way as he casually walked inside the shower area like a pro. He was an expert in playing it cool. Natalie followed from behind. They had to be fast about this.
As they walked in the public shower area, Natalie looked around. Everything was normal. People were focused on their leisurely activities under the sun and in the water. But you can never be too careful for something like this.
They both went inside the shower stall at the end, which had the most privacy, and Zack closed the small door.
"You know what to do," he said. "Proceed with the plan."
Her eyes gave yet another quick survey of the beach area. Everyone in sight seemed to be minding their own business. Why would anybody look? And if anyone did look this way, it would appear that they were about to fuck, which is why she had to finish this as soon as possible. Especially since a random beachgoer could use the outdoor showers at any moment.
Natalie turned so she faced the wall. She undid her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, along with her panties. She had a bikini tan line down below, where each of her butt cheeks had a perfect triangle shape of her bright white skin, surrounded by her tanned thighs.
When she was completely bottomless and her ass was exposed, she did something she never expected to do; she bent over and presented her sexual parts to her son. She felt the warm Thailand air against her pussy and ass while she was in this position. She wondered if her son was looking at her asshole. Of course he was, she thought. Did he also have a thing for a woman's tan lines? She wondered.
She heard Zack 'freeing' himself and she anticipated the moment that his crotch (and probably his penis) would be touching her somewhere sexual.
"Well?" she asked when a few awkward seconds had passed.
"Uh oh," he said. "I think we have a hitch in the plan."
"Big or small?"
He gulped. "A kind of big one, I think."
Natalie stayed in position and kept her eyes towards the wall.
"I don't like the sound of that," she replied. "This was supposed to be smooth and effortless."
"Mom, I'm erect."
Words which mothers aren't supposed to hear, especially when their own body parts were the potential cause of the erection.
"Because of me?" she hissed.
"What else would cause it? Sorry for saying this, but you have a spectacular ass. Hot tan lines too."
"I'm your mother!" she hissed again.
"Sorry. We need to adapt. It's time for Plan D."
"Plan D? I hope that wasn't a bad pun."
"No," he replied. "But it's ironic since my erection will have to press against your labia. It's the only option."
"Just tuck it downwards and avoid my labia."
"You don't have a cock. You don't know what it's like. It's impossible for me to tuck it that far downwards when I'm erect. An erection doesn't bend that way. So we have to go with Plan Dick... err... I mean Plan D."
She sighed, "Fine. Plan D then. Consider this your lucky day."
"It's both of our lucky days, I guess."
Natalie was mildly disturbed by those words and she felt paralyzed when Zack stood right behind her and flicked his hard cock upwards, so that it pressed against her labia. He wasn't kidding, the thing was hard. As Natalie remained bent over with her hands on the wall, she wondered what exactly had gotten him so erect in the first place?
Was the ultra-stiff erection because they were on vacation together and Zack didn't have enough private space to masturbate? Was it the relaxing atmosphere of Thailand? Did he see a beautiful topless woman sunbathing earlier?
Or was it... herself?
She wondered if her naked ass had actually gotten her son so worked up. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, though she was desperate for the answer.
"I'm taking the first pic," he said.
The erection remained pressed against her labia and clitoris. The truth was, it felt hot. Cock always felt good against her pussy. She loved cock. This was the first time that an erection was pressed against her labia and clitoris at this angle, and it was such an epic tease.
The fact that it was her son's cock only messed with her mind. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. She wasn't supposed to get sexual satisfaction from him. Yet it felt so natural.
"Take a look," he said.
Zack held the phone in front of her face and she looked at the image.
"It's kind of obvious that it's fake," she replied. "If you look closely, you can see that your cock isn't in."
"Will your boss look that closely?"
"Believe me, he'll zoom in."
"Mom, I'll have to push deeper."
She hung her head down and sighed. "Do it, quickly. My lower back is starting to ache from this position."
"Got it."
Zack temporarily put the phone in his pocket and he thrust, making Natalie accidentally moan when the cock brushed across her labia and clitoris. Her pussy had become wet and she was certain that her son noticed. The naughty position was held for a moment while he captured the image.
"Now look," he said after snapping a pic and showing her the phone.
She looked at the image and was saddened that her asshole was clearly visible in the picture. Not only had Zack seen her ass, but soon, her boss will too.
"I'm not fully convinced," she sadly noted. "If I'm not convinced, my boss won't be convinced either."
"Should we switch to Plan X? It's the secret weapon."
"What's that? Gosh, my lower back is starting to hurt."
"I'll just do it and we'll be done. Hang on. Wait... shhh...."
In a matter of seconds, Natalie realized why her son had just 'shushed' her. There were footsteps, then voices. Female voices speaking in French. By her estimate, there were four French women who entered the shower stalls to wash themselves after a swim.
Natalie's back was aching and she was tempted to just end this and leave. On the flipside, it would be really embarrassing if the French women saw her leaving the stall with a young stud (her son) and her boss might notice that the pics were fake.
To her utter shock, she felt Zack's cock move away, then she felt his fingers spreading her labia! Was he actually doing the unthinkable? Suddenly, her back pain was the least of her worries. She was curious now. She wondered if her son would actually do it.
Natalie got her answer when she felt the tip of her son's cock press against the small hole of her pussy. 'Plan D' was in effect alright. She wanted to yell at him, despite the French women being there, but she was still curious if Zack would go all the way.
She released a silent gasp when Zack slowly inched his cock inside of her pussy, slowly stretching her and hitting all the right sensations. She clenched her jaw while it happened. From her bent over position, Zack had just hit her g-spot when he went all the way inside.
How she wished she could be fucked at that very moment. If this were some other guy, she'd be begging for a hard pounding. But this was Zack, and she had to control herself.
The cock paused and she could only assume that her son was taking a picture of this incestuous debauchery. All she could do was listen to a French conversation while this was happening.
Thankfully, she heard the showers turning off and the women left after briefly drying themselves with their towels.
"What do you think?" he whispered, showing her the phone.
Natalie was face-to-face with the surreal high-resolution image of her tan line butt cheeks, asshole, and her son's cock buried deep inside her pussy, which spread her brown labia apart.
She wanted to scream: 'Just fuck me already!'
But she was a professional woman of great self-control.
"That looks perfect," she said, hiding the lust in her voice.
"Do we have what we need?"
That cock felt so good buried deep in her pussy, but she had to be a responsible parent about this.
"We have it," she said. "Why is your penis still inside me?"
"Oh, sorry."
Natalie struggled against her own urges and fought her own feelings so she could pull that satisfying erection out of her pussy.
It simply didn't belong there. Or did it?
She stood upright and faced him, while they were both still bottomless.
"The job is done," she said firmly, hiding her thirst for more. "I'll send this to my boss. We should get dressed now, thank you."
Natalie was the first to get dressed by pulling up her panties and shorts. When she bent down to do it, her face was mere inches from her son's bare erection, which was drenched with her own natural juice.
She blushed. They both knew what a mess she accidentally made.
As soon as Zack tucked his cock away, she left the shower area. Unfortunately for her, the French tourists were still nearby and saw them. Natalie blushed strongly as the women smiled.
***
The restaurant was only a short walk away and Zack did his best to conceal his erection. Natalie thought it was amusing and was glad no one noticed it.
Breakfast had just ended and it was too early for most people to have lunch, so the nice restaurant had plenty of space available and they sat in the back. She had requested a booth in the corner so they could continue their adult conversation.
Once they were seated, they were given their menus, and Natalie had become so hungry that she ordered chicken satay as appetizers.
"That was a little excessive," she said with her eyes down, sending the email on her phone. "I can't believe you actually stuck your penis inside me. All the way, too."
"Are you mad?"
She was, but her pussy was still needy and primed for pleasure.
"I wouldn't say that. But it was extremely intrusive. If I weren't in this position with my boss, I'd positively be furious with you."
Natalie sent the email, put her phone down, and looked at her son. Her face remained expressionless, like she was still processing the fact that her son had just fucked her a few moments ago.
"Sorry," he said. "I know how badly you want a promotion though."
"Are you still hard?"
Zack resisted the urge to smile, but by the look on his face, he was clearly still sporting an erection.
The waitress set the plate of chicken satay on their table, and Natalie said 'thank you' in Thai, which the waitress appreciated. In English, Natalie said they still needed time to select their orders, and the waitress said she'd come back to check on them.
Natalie put the menu in front of her and was about to reach for a chicken satay, eager to generously dip it in the delicious peanut sauce.
Before she could take a piece, her phone beeped. She expected to have fulfilled the boss's task, only to find the opposite:
Nice job so far Natalie! I knew you had the ambition. Note: your list said your desire was 'public places' with an 's' at the end. That means more than one. Another location and you're good to go.
x Brand
She felt her pussy twitch at the thought of having to mess around with her son again-- in public. She showed the phone to her son.
"Now what?" she asked, like her son had the answer to all of her problems, which he usually did.
"Hmm... It seems we have another task at hand."
She flashed him a skeptical look. "Seems like you already have another plan."
"Mom, restaurants are public places, we're in a booth, and most of the tourists are outside. We have enough privacy here, I think."
Natalie's pussy clenched so hard that her legs nearly crossed.
"You're suggesting we have sex in a restaurant?" she asked in disbelief.
"No, that's too dangerous here. Especially with all of these windows. But if you got underneath the table..."
The tone was suggestive and the implication was crystal clear. This time, Natalie's stomach was in knots at the idea of sucking off her own son. What a shock. What a horror. What a thrill, too. Her pussy nearly gushed.
"You want a blowjob?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"It's not about what I want," he clarified. "It's what the boss wants. There's less chance of us getting caught if you just do oral."
It was official. Her son was enjoying this way too much. She couldn't blame him either.
As they sat across from each other, Natalie lifted her bare foot from her sandal, and she used her big toe to press against her son's crotch, digging into his erection.
"Jesus, you're still hard," she said, as though she were impressed by his stamina.
"Would you be mad if I said that your pussy is amazing?"
"Zack!"
He turned meek. "Sorry, but it's true."
"Totally inappropriate," she said, then calming down. "But... you do have a point. I can forget that you're my son for a few seconds, which is long enough to put your penis in my mouth for a picture."
He gulped. "You'd do that?"
"I'll suck your cock here, but we can't get caught. You'd have to keep an eye out for me."
"For sure," he said, suppressing a smile. "I'll be on the lookout."
"This is the craziest thing I've ever done in my life."
"I know. There could be a bright side though."
"By sucking your dick?" she quipped. "Today is your lucky day."
Natalie sank to her knees by slyly moving under the table. She did a quick glance at the restaurant and no one was watching them. The waitress was busy with customers in the front of the place and outside was still packed with tourists.
The floor tiles were hard and dirty. But that was the least of her concern at the moment. Her knees ached when she moved towards her son's crotch, and it was unbelievable watching Zack undo his shorts.
The horny little bastard was freeing his dick already. It only took a moment for his dick to be pulled out. As expected, it was hard.
'Jesus,' she whispered to herself, seeing her son's full blown erection pointing upwards.
Zack looked at her under the table. "Did you say something?"
"No," she said, snapping out of it. "Please stop looking at me. I can't concentrate like this."
"If I can't look at you, how can I take the picture?"
"You know what I meant by that. Don't ogle at me while I suck. It's too inappropriate. Now let me concentrate."
She rested her forearms on her son's legs and positioned her head just inches away from his exposed cock. She was certain that Zack was looking down at her, but she didn't want to look up at him. It was far too awkward.
When she examined his penis up close, she saw that his cock was still wet and glistening with HER fluids. Apparently her pussy juices were able to maintain its wetness in the comfort of her son's shorts. She could even smell herself too; that familiar scent she was used to having on her fingers after her private masturbation sessions.
It occurred to her that in a matter of moments, she'd soon be tasting it and sucking it all down for the sake of her job.
"I better win the Mother of the Year award for this," she said softly under her breath.
"Hmm?" he replied, looking down on her.
"Nothing."
She wished she could have replied, 'I think I deserve some sort of award for giving my son a blowjob,' but of course, that was far too lewd by any measure, especially as someone as respectable as herself. And she wanted to maintain that respectability with her son, even as she grabbed his wet cock.
It twitched in her hand the moment she touched it. She could see and feel it swelling.
Not wasting another second, Natalie bent down and engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. Her lips were airtight around the hard cock, which she felt pulsating in her mouth, and she gave it a nice suck. She gave it a few good strokes too while she sucked and she heard him moan a little.
"Oh fuck, mom," he whispered.
She never lost sight of the fact that she was in a restaurant of all places. She also never lost sight of the fact that this was her son's cock throbbing intensely in her mouth.
After a few good sucks and strokes, Natalie wondered if her son was taking the pictures, but so far she hadn't been told to stop yet. She refused to look upwards at her son. Making eye contact with him, while sucking him off, was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. As a mother, having a sense of authority was extremely important, and she was afraid of losing that.
Her head kept on bobbing as she sucked and she had finally come to the realization that Zack was more interested in getting blown than helping her at this point. That suspicion was confirmed when Zack tucked her hair behind her ears so he could get a better look at her sucking.
Even worse, her heart was pounding and she felt her vaginal juices flowing again. This was turning her on, badly. Was it that she loved sucking cock? Was it that she was doing it in a public place? Her fantasy. Or was it something far more taboo?
As she sucked, she refused to entertain the notion that blowing her son had become the biggest turn-on of her life. Though deep down, she knew it was true.
"Oh mom," he moaned in a low voice.
Left with no choice, Natalie was forced to look upwards at her son sitting there, while she was on her knees with a mouth full of his hard cock.
She spit the erection out. "Take the picture already."
"I'm waiting for the right image. It's not totally believable yet."
She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs: 'What do you mean it's not believable!? My fucking lips are wrapped around your dick!'
Out of pure instinct, Natalie swirled her tongue around the head of the cock and gave it a quick suck to keep it throbbing.
She regretted that. Because it showed that she was enjoying this too. And with her clit aching, she couldn't deny it anymore, though she'd never tell him.
"The best image is important," she agreed, deciding on a more loving tone. "Take the picture when you're ready. I'm hungry and I want to eat."
She was hungry alright, for Thai food. And as it turned out, she was starving for an orgasm too. Worse, she desperately wanted a taste of her son's cum as an appetizer. She was already sucking it, why deny herself the ultimate reward?
Natalie moved her right hand down below, positioning her masturbation fingers down her shorts. She wondered if her son would notice, but that was the last of her worries. She rubbed and rubbed. Her two fingers on her bare sex. Her clitoris thanked her for it.
She felt Zack's eyes piercing right through her as she sucked and fingered herself. It was the dirtiest and lewdest thing she had ever done in her entire life. Maybe that's why her fingers were completely drenched when she shoved them inside. She was a woman in extreme heat.
"Fuck, you're a pro," he said. "Almost there... almost there...."
She spit the cock out, looking upwards. "Are you going to cum in my mouth?"
This time, she struck a more authoritative tone to remind him who was boss.
He tensed. "No, no. I meant, the picture."
She swirled her tongue. "Understood."
Finally, Zack picked up the phone and Natalie worked all of her best blowjob techniques. It seemed as though the image was ready to be taken, but then she heard something which almost made her gag.
"A few more minutes," Zack hollered across the restaurant. "We're still deciding."
Natalie stopped in horror for a moment, stunned by the notion that the waitress had almost caught them. She was glad that Zack was doing his job being on the lookout. She had to give him credit for that. Most men in his position would have been in a daze from her sucking.
The waitress probably thought she was in the bathroom, not knowing that she was actually on her knees sucking on a swollen dick. Her son's dick, that is.
She went back to sucking and stroking.
"There," he said. "I got it."
Finally, some good news. Sadly, she hadn't cum yet.
She kissed his dick, hiding her unexpected sadness. "Thank you."
"Don't stop, we're not done yet."
"We're not?" she asked, looking up to see Zack pointing her phone down at her.
"No, we need more pics so your boss can't complain. You know how he is."
She swirled her tongue around the cock. "You're right."
Natalie had officially been given the excuse she needed to keep on sucking and to keep on fingering her pussy. She did her favorite clockwise two-finger motion over her clitoris. She did it fast. Her breathing became rapid as she sucked, which she was positive her son loved because she was practically humming on his dick.
Her body jolted when she was about to cum. When her orgasm hit, her eyes went wide with the big dick in her mouth and her nostrils flared. Making matters more embarrassing, the phone was suddenly positioned in front of her face as her son took pictures of her orgasmic blowjob.
More pictures were taken as her eyes rolled back. She kept on sucking as she felt trickles of fluids leak from her pussy, onto her fingers, then onto the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief after that thirst quenching orgasm.
She relaxed and tried to re-compose herself.
"Shit, now I need to cum," he said.
Fair is fair. She had long instilled in her son the value of hard work in exchange for a benefit. Between the pictures and her orgasm, she got everything she wanted, so that meant Zack needed to be rewarded, even more than the blowjob he was getting.
She spit the dick out and licked the shaft. "You can cum in my mouth."
"You're the best."
Like a good mother, Natalie returned the favor to her son. She stroked the shaft rapidly as she sucked on the head, expecting him to cum at any second. Men usually don't last long whenever she applies her full technique.
Suddenly, she felt her son stopping her with his hands.
"I have an idea," he said. "I don't want to cum in your mouth."
She sarcastically thought: 'What a gentleman.'
"You don't want to cum?"
His eyes lit up. "Oh, I do. Keep stroking me. I'm about to cum, just not in your mouth."
She knew her son had a plan. Whatever it was, it must have been naughty and she was curious to what it was. She stroked her son's dick with the same hand she had just given herself an orgasm with. Her vaginal fluids were all over his dick again.
Zack groaned softly, which he wonderfully suppressed, and his body jerked. He was a young man about to shoot a big load.
Instead of his cum shooting in the air, making a mess all over himself, Zack reached over and used a stick of chicken satay to catch most of his thick load. It was bizarre, but Natalie didn't want to stop. Her son deserved this orgasm so she kept on stroking for him.
By the time he finished, the chicken satay was a cummy mess. Natalie couldn't tell if it was gross or delicious. Zack wiped the tip of his dick on the sides of the satay, and then his penis turned flaccid.
"You can sit down again," he said.
Natalie knew where this was headed and she sneakily went back up to her seat. Her knees were grateful. Her eyes scanned the restaurant. It appeared that the blowjob went undetected by the staff, who were busy with other customers in the front of the restaurant.
Zack handed her the satay.
"That's the last pic," he said with a deviant smile. "You know what to do."
She held the skewer stick and looked at the fresh cum glaze on the chicken meat.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.
But she did it anyway. She slurped the sides of the cum coating, tasting her son's sexual fluids. It tasted nice. Then she took a bite out of the chicken while Zack took a few pictures.
She chewed normally and swallowed for the phone's camera and her son's enjoyment.
"How was it?" he asked, putting the phone down in front of his mother.
She winked and gave a half-smile. "Better than peanut sauce, I think. I'm sending the pictures now. Oh, and you know how much I love sauce on Asian food. So if I prefer the satay this way, then you owe me a lot more of your glaze in the future. Got it?"
While typing the email with one hand, Natalie took another bite of the cum coated chicken satay. The taste was unique. Not something she'd order alone. But considering the source and what it was doing to her emotionally, it might have become her new favorite flavor.
The email was sent and Natalie wanted to tease her son one last time. She devoured the rest of the satay, which made Zack starry-eyed. The waitress came and took their orders. Natalie finished chewing and inquired about the noodles with a mouth glazed with her son's cum.
The End
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