Her taking my sweats off had been a favorable sign towards us having sex, and from what I knew, a BJ was a very common precursor to intercourse. My mind was racing, what was happening here? I slowly and quietly opened the door and walked in. “I’m glad.” She said simply, smiling a little. My name is Chris and today was my birthday. My mom rarely spoke during an encounter like this, and NEVER spoke about it. Quietly I crept toward the sound. My name is Chris and today was my birthday. She had just asked her youngest son to have sex and was clearly scared I might say ‘no’. At most she would just say ‘take down your shorts’ or something, and then afterwards it was just ‘goodnight’ or some sort of dismissive statement signaling that this BJ was over and she was back in mom-mode, like ‘ok, now go do your homework’. She then kissed me goodnight and left. I’d become accustomed to knowing that after mom sucked me off and I went to bed, he would eventually be cumming in her mouth as well. I let out an audible gasp of excitement. She was actually going to cum again. But I also believe that now they’re each having sex with her, they must be aware the other is too.
