Blow job in San Justo...

Hello, excuse the delay but something always happens that puts off the publication of my stories, this one I had written a while ago, since it's something that happened about two weeks ago, when Damián started working at my parents' house. I hope not to take too long with the next ones, as some things are happening that deserve to be told. Kisses...In the week I couldn't take it and took a turn around San Justo. I asked to leave work early citing some personal problem and went straight to my parents' house. It was Thursday and Damian should have been in the middle of painting process already. Before that, I called my mom and as I passed by her, I asked if the painter was still there, since I had to ask him something about the painting job he would do on my apartment (another white lie, of course). I didn't know what I was going to do, but at least I would be content with seeing him for a while, giving him a kiss or maybe getting back together.

When I arrive, I immediately realize that my mom is alone, my dad is still at the hardware store and it's still a good hour before he closes.

-While you're talking to the painter, I'm going to make some purchases and come back, will you wait for me? my mom says as she receives me, unwittingly becoming an accomplice to my low instincts.

-Yes, I'll wait I sit down, surprised by this opportunity that's just presented itself.

Alone with Damian, the spark has just been lit.

My mom grabs the bag of errands that is always hanging from a hook in the kitchen, always, since I can remember, looks for her purse and leaves... I wait a bit, not too long, as I'm already very anxious, wet even in parts that shouldn't be wet, and run towards where Damian is, giving him a first touch in one of the rooms.

-Good thing you didn't leave I say when I see him.

-I wanted to finish this room before he says And besides, your mom told me you were coming

-And did you want to see me? I ask, making a gesture like an excited girl.

-Of course, I always want to see you

-I want something more than just seeing you I say, getting closer and hanging onto his neck with one hand and grabbing his bag with the other.

-Stop, stop, your mom is there he tries to push me away.

-She went out to make some purchases, so she'll be late for a while I inform him.

-Are you sure? he hesitates.

-Very sure I confirm, giving him a soft squeeze on his eggs. There as if he's relaxing a bit, although not that much, since we're at my maternal home and anyone can enter at any moment. That's what gets me most excited, doing it there, where I was born, grew up, and developed. Once, on New Year's Eve, my uncle Carlos caught me on the patio, but that was a long time ago. We don't even make love when we go to spend the weekend with my husband, so the opportunity, just the two of us alone, was more than propitious. I'm not saying let's have sex, because that would require running a greater risk, but a quick blow job, why not?

-I'm dying to suck you- I say, looking at him, still rubbing his package.

-But... your old lady, your old man, look if they come...- he tries to excuse himself, although it's clear from the outside, because his pants are saying otherwise.

-What? Am I coming from work just to give you a blow job and you're going to deny me?- I scold him, getting angry, crossing my arms under my breasts.

-But look if Mary comes, I don't want...-

I don't let him finish, closing his mouth with a kiss that causes a shiver in his groin area. He can no longer deny it. I unbutton his work pants but don't pull them down yet, instead putting my hand inside and imprisoning the overflow of testosterone above the boxers that seems to recognize me and react accordingly.

-Don't you want me to suck it?- I ask with a melodic and lascivious voice.

-It's just... if your parents come... ahhhhh- he tries to finish his sentence, but I interrupt him with a firm grip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to shut him up.

-Don't you like my tongue anymore?- I protest, licking his face all over.

When I get to his lips, I suck it and respond:

-Yes, yes, I love it... but...-

-Nonsense...- I interrupt -I'll suck it even if the whole family is on the other side of the door-

Now, I pull down his pants and underwear with one tug, making the cock appear. From a leap, I grabbed her with one hand and started to suck it while turning it over in a voracious and passionate way, still kissing her in that form. Then, after the kiss, without letting go of her, I got down on my knees before him, facing that marvelous erection, and passed my tongue along its entire length from both sides, concentrating all my senses on that flavor for which I had made a journey of almost two hours.

Looking up at it, I kissed the glans, punctuating with my tongue that groove that dilates, already releasing the first drops of pleasure. I opened my mouth and advanced, not stopping until I hit my throat. I repressed a gag and closed my lips around the already hard and sticky flesh, sliding down, with a long and profuse suck, towards the beginning, and then again, even more intensely, towards the end.

I went back and forth along that unique and exceptional cock, whose size seemed to increase as the suck became more enthusiastic. I joined some of the foam that formed in my mouth, a mixture of pre-seminal fluid and saliva, and spat it onto the cock's back, spreading it with my tongue over its ominous surface, and then ate it again, sucking it now strongly and evenly.

Although I have my training in sucking cocks (doctorate and honors... haha), after sucking it for a while, my jaw asks for a break, so I dedicate myself to his testicles, wrapping them around my tongue, kissing one and the other, masticating, eating them... the way he sighs, closes his eyes, and surrenders without resistance to my mouth, the small tremors of his body, all that forms part of the reward I receive for having dared to visit him. From Palermo to San Justo for a blow job, although for a cock like that, I'd go to the end of the world.

I return to the cock, the main dish of that exceptional banquet. I eat it whole, try to eat it whole, better said, since even though I make my greatest effort to make it deep throat, a good piece remains outside.

From below... Absolute state of submission, I see him vibrating, shuddering, succumbing to the influence of the wild blow job I'm giving him. He also looks at me every now and then. When he opens his eyes, there's a sparkle of incredulity and surprise in his gaze, as if he can't believe it's really him who's having his cock sucked that way. Believe it, pussy, I say with my gaze, giving him a long lick from the base to the tip. Although I'd stay all day and all night making his cock shine as much as possible, my mom could come back at any moment, just like my dad, so I decide to end that sudden and unexpected session of 'oratory'. I grab it firmly with one hand at the base and speed up the cooling, putting it in my mouth, eagerly waiting for the precious moment of ejaculation. Damian doesn't make me wait too long, suddenly I feel my mouth filling up with the cum that shoots out like a storm. There's so much he ejaculates that even though I want to swallow everything, some part spills over the corners of my lips. The rest I savor briefly, passing it from one side to the other of my palate, making little holes with the primordial substance of life. Always from below, submissive to his virility, I look at him and swallow all his cum, all his semen, all his sperm, all the discharge that pours out like an offering. I collect what spilled out of my mouth and lick my fingers, even the part between them, savoring avidly until the last drop. -Mmmm... you're getting tastier every time!- I say as I get up, licking with great relish. He doesn't say anything, he's still recovering from the blow job I just gave him. While he recovers, I take a handkerchief out of my apron pocket, wipe his cock clean and put it away. I even zip up his pants myself, as if nothing had happened. Then, with the same handkerchief, I wipe the corners of my lips. -Well...- I say later, more relaxed -So... You're making progress with the work- He looks at me bewildered, until it seems to dawn on him that I'm talking about painting. -Huh? Ah yes! I'm almost halfway... everything's fine- -Ok, see you then, chaucito- My mom arrived almost an hour later, we could have had a quickie if we'd known, but well, the blow job was ten out of ten, so the sex will be for next time.