My mom caught me giving my boyfriend a blow job. We were talking and she watched me suck and he cum as well!

I was on my knees, lips stretched tight around his shaft, trying to keep my moan muffled. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of wet, sloppy sucks. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, tears streaming down my face as I fought for breath. Suddenly, the door creaked open. I froze, his cock still deep in my mouth, as my mom stood there, eyes wide with shock. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched as I resumed my rhythm, the slurping sounds filling the silent room. Her presence only turned me on more, my pussy dripping onto the floor as I gagged on his length, taking him deeper, choking on his hardness. She leaned against the doorframe, her breath hitching as she saw him grab my hair, forcing me to deepthroat him. His balls tightened, and I knew he was close. I looked up at her, eyes watering, mouth stuffed with cock, and that’s when he exploded, his hot cum shooting down my throat. She didn’t flinch, just stared, her cheeks flushed as I swallowed every last drop, his cock finally slipping from my swollen lips.

I stood up, my body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. My mom’s eyes were glued to my cum-stained lips, her breath coming in quick gasps. I could see the bulge in her pants, the way she squirmed slightly, trying to hide her arousal. I licked my lips, tasting the remnants of his cum, and took a step towards her. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move away. I reached out, my hand brushing against her belt, ready to unbuckle it. Her breath hitched again, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the unspoken words hanging between us. I leaned in, my lips hovering near her ear, whispering filthy promises of what was to come, my hand finally unzipping her pants, ready to explore the wet mess I knew I’d find.