Let Him Spread Wide

He answered my request directly and clearly with a big yet simple, even graceful motion, and a widening, mischievous grin, spreading wide across his face along with his legs spreading wide on front of me. I smiled back as I let him see my gaze fall on his pounding erection, my eyes naturally caressed every beautiful detail of his amazing genitals his fingers dancing over his skin along with my shifting gaze.. he could have just said mmhmmm or sure or of course or please do, but nothing could have been as powerful or poetic or thrilling, as ¹

The air between us crackled—electric, thick. I’d asked, and he answered without words. Just that slow, deliberate sprawl of his legs, the sharp hitch of his grin. His cock stood heavy between his thighs, flushed and straining, veins mapping the length of him. My gaze traced every inch, possessive, hungry. His fingers skimmed his own skin, following the path of my stare—over the curve of his hip, down the rigid line of his shaft. A tease. A dare. Pre-cum glistened at the tip; I licked my lips without thinking. His grin deepened. “Like what you see?” I didn’t waste breath answering. My hand replaced his, fingers wrapping tight, squeezing just to hear his breath catch. His hips jerked, fucking into my grip. No prelude. No hesitation. Just heat, and the filthy, perfect sound of skin on skin. He could’ve said yes. Could’ve been polite. But this—the silent offer, the way his body spoke for him—was better. Hungrier. I leaned in, tongue flicking over his slit, and his groan shook through both of us.

The taste of him flooded my mouth—salt and musk, hot against my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, savoring the way his cock twitched as I dragged my lips down his shaft. His fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding, just holding on, his thighs trembling under my hands. A ragged breath hissed between his teeth when I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the head before plunging back down. Precum slicked my throat, the rhythm messy, relentless. Every noise he made—harsh, unfiltered—turned the heat between my legs into a throbbing ache. His grip tightened. “Fuck—just like that.” I hummed in response, the vibration pulling another groan from him. His hips jerked upward, forcing himself deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. The stretch, the burn—it only made me take him harder, lips sealed tight, throat working around him. When I glanced up, his eyes were black with need, watching me with raw hunger. “Gonna come down that pretty throat,” he muttered, voice wrecked. I moaned, the sound vibrating around him, and his back arched off the bed.

His thighs tensed under my palms, muscles jumping as his cock pulsed against my tongue. I could feel every throb, every vein pressing into my lips as he thrust deeper, his breath coming in ragged bursts. The head swelled, hot and insistent, and I sucked harder—wet, sloppy, my jaw aching but refusing to relent. His grip in my hair turned punishing. A low, guttural curse tore from him as the first hot burst hit the back of my throat. I swallowed fast, throat fluttering around him, but the next spurt came too quick—thick, salty, spilling over my tongue. I moaned, taking every drop, my fingers digging into his hips to keep him still as he shuddered through it. His release coated my lips, dripped down my chin. When I finally pulled back, panting, his cock twitched against my cheek, still half-hard. “Fuck,” he rasped, dragging me up by my hair. “Your turn.” His mouth crashed into mine, the taste of him sharp between us.

His kiss was rough, possessive, tongue claiming my mouth like he wanted to taste himself on me. I gasped as he shoved me back onto the bed, his fingers hooking into my waistband and yanking my pants down in one sharp motion. Cool air hit my aching cock—already hard, already leaking—before his palm wrapped around me, his grip tight and cruel. "Fuck," he growled, thumb smearing my precum over the head before he leaned in, lips parting. The first swipe of his tongue was filthy, slow, dragging along the underside as my hips jerked. Then his mouth swallowed me whole, hot and wet, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked me deep. I tangled my hands in his hair, my thighs trembling. "Christ—your mouth—" He didn’t let up, bobbing ruthlessly, his tongue flicking the sensitive spot beneath the crown. Every drag of his lips sent fire through me, my cock throbbing against his tongue. He pulled off just long enough to spit into his palm before stroking me, his grip slick and relentless. "Gonna make you come," he muttered, his other hand cupping my balls, squeezing. I could already feel it building, the hot coil in my gut tightening. He didn’t tease—just worked me harder, faster, his lips wrapping around the head to suck as his fist twisted. "Fuck—yes—" My release hit hard, spurting over his tongue, his lips, his fingers still moving, milking every last drop. He licked me clean, lips glistening, before surging up to kiss me again, my taste heavy between us. I was still panting when he flipped me onto my stomach, his weight pressing me down. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my ass, still wet from my mouth. "Again," he muttered, and thrust in hard.

My mom catches us sticking each other off.. we're so focused on each other's flesh and our burning lust neither is us notice , she stands like a deer in the headlights, Confused, frozen.. when we do notice it's already been long enough she's seen us each slide from head pushing through lips to balls deep bottomed out multiple times.. we flinch but neither wants to let go of each other, so instead we slow our head bobbing and just hold each other as deep as we can.. as the shock wears off she begins to laugh at the situation. We both nervously snore around the others still throbbing leaking manhood...

--- The sudden creak of the door barely registered—too lost in the slick heat of his cock pushing past my lips, my own buried just as deep in his mouth. But then the sharp gasp cut through the haze. I froze, throat still stretched around him, his fingers tightening in my hair. His hips stuttered mid-thrust, his own lips sealed around me in a silent *oh fuck*. Mom stood there, wide-eyed, one hand clutching the doorknob. The shock on her face flickered—confusion, disbelief—before settling somewhere between mortification and dark amusement. A laugh bubbled up in her throat, sharp and disbelieving. "Jesus *Christ*," she finally managed, shaking her head. Neither of us pulled away. Couldn't. His cock twitched against my tongue, my own pulsing in his mouth. We just… held there, locked together, his precum dripping down my chin, my hips rocking shallowly against his lips. Her laughter turned rueful as she rubbed her temples. "You two *idiots*." A shaky breath escaped me—half-nervous, half-aroused, vibrating around him. His tongue swirled in answer, reluctant to let go. Mom exhaled hard. "Finish. *Then* we talk." She shut the door—hard—but didn’t lock it. His hands dragged me closer. We moved again, slower now, lips and tongues working in silent agreement. There'd be hell to pay later. But right now, neither of us could stop.