**Two months into the third quarantine**
“Whatever happened to the cinnamon challenge?” Jesse thought to himself while scrolling through Tik Tok posts with the hashtag “Ma’s Bra.” One after another, videos of sons walking up behind their mothers and cupping their tits were being posted faster than Jessie could watch them. “Some of these are getting millions of views, holy shit! I have to hop on the next trend and try to make it big.”
Weeks passed by and the hashtag slowly started to lose popularity, and it’s spot was now being held by a far more sinister challenge. The “Blow Me” challenge, although sounding provocative, is meant to get a reaction from the person hearing it before revealing to them a party blower from behind your back. Once again, sons had resorted to making their mothers victims of these harmless pranks and made sure to record the whole thing and share it with the world. Some mothers laughed, some got angry, but some, rightfully having mixed feelings about the previous “challenges,” instead gave their sons winks or invited them to a more…private part of the house.
Jesse wasn’t sure which type his mother, Tracey, would be. Tracey was a businesswoman, but had mellowed out during the quarantine, rediscovering past interests and even taking up yoga. Had she still been working, she would’ve been so tired or frustrated she would’ve told Jessie to blow her first before storming off to another meeting. With her current self, who knows.
Jessie turned on his camera when he got to his mom’s bedroom door. “Okay guys, here I am outside my mom’s door,” Jesse showed the blower to the camera, “I have the thing. Let’s see what she says.” He opened the door and saw his mom brushing her hair back into a ponytail. She was a 5’7″ blonde, with perky 36C tits, and a tight, fit body. The black velour tracksuit she was wearing made her hair and eyes pop as she turned to greet her son.
“Hey honey, just getting ready for my jog. What’s up?” She asked while applying mascara.
“Blow me.”
“What?” Tracey giggled and leaned into the mirror to continue her makeup.
“Uh…blow me?”
Tracey took a deep breath and screwed close her mascara. She looked at Jessie over her shoulder and fluttered her freshly done lashes. “Guess quarantine’s been hitting you pretty hard too, huh?” She asked in a low, sexy voice. Jessie, stunned by her response, stood frozen in the middle of her room with his phone still recording. Tracey exhaled and checked her lipstick in the mirror, “okay, sit down.”
Jessie waited a few seconds to take in what had just happened before responding. “W-what?”
Tracey walked passed him and gave him a reassuring smile, “on the bed” she said and grabbed his shoulders. She walked to her door and looked outside it in both directions before closing and locking it. Tracey turned around and patted her thighs as she walked towards Jessie. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Whip it out. Come on, if you want to do this let’s do this right now.”
Jessie fumbled his way out of his jeans and sat down again, naked this time.
Tracey smiled while as she watched and put on a stern face when he was done. She got on her knees and put her her hands on his. “Okay, before we do this let’s get some things straight. I’m not some slut, or a whore, or your girlfriend. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“This is not going to be a repetitive thing, got it? This one time and one time only.” She opened his legs and grabbed at his cock like a snake as soon as he nodded in agreement. Tracey got close to Jesse’s cock and took a whiff, then looked up at him. “You know why I’m doing this?” Jessie shook his head no. “Because you asked,” and without missing a second, Tracey stuffed her son’s cock in her mouth.
She shut her mouth tight around his flaccid dick and pulled it back like a bird prying a worm from the ground. Jesse began to moan and groan, Tracey looked up and saw his eyes closed and quivering and giggled to herself. She darted forward and drove her head down his crotch, completely engulfing his cock. Inside her mouth, she tossed his dick around with her tongue and made sure to get it real wet. Tracey reached down and felt for his balls to stuff them inside her mouth along with the dick. One by one, Tracey made room for each testicle and focused on her breathing so as to not throw up. It wasn’t long before she felt Jesse start to grow, and it wasn’t long before he let her know with his groans. Her mouth seemed big a few moments ago, but was now restricting him and causing him some discomfort. Tracey adjusted her head and immediately her throat swallowed more of her son’s cock. Now, with her esophagus tightly hugging Jessie’s hardening cock, and his balls filling the inside of her mouth, it was getting harder to breath.
Jesse closed his eyes and slowly pushed his mom’s head away from his dick. Little by little he uncovered his sloppy, dripping-wet cock from within Tracey’s mouth. The vacuum it had created made a pop sound as the two separated. Tracey gasped for air and got up to get a wipe for her running mascara. Jesse felt back and his cock, rock hard, pulsed against his body.
Tracey looked in the mirror to better clean her face off. “Want to know how I did that?” She looked at Jessie through the mirror, “yoga. Well, it’s a special kind of yoga. I can relax any muscle in my body at will, it’s great!” Tracey smiled in the mirror and walked back to get on her knees again, “and the breathing, I learned a few different techniques. It’s all about meditation. I’d say, if I keep at it, I could hold my breath for upwards of 3 minutes.” She grabbed Jesse’s cock and began stroking.
“You wanna keep going?”
“Well, you didn’t cum. At least I didn’t feel you cum. Did you cum?”
“No!” Jesse began growing frustrated. “Sorry, continue.”
Tracey gave him a look before going back to his dick. She licked it up and down making sure to clean up the mess she left. When it looked cleaner, Tracey continued with a slow and tight grip which Jesse seemed to enjoy very much. “Your dick’s not that big, that’s how I was able to fit the balls too. I mean, it’s better now that it’s hard of course.”
“Fuck me…” Jessie whimpered to himself.
“Oh you’re cumming? Here.” Tracey took a deep breath and swallowed her son’s cock as far down into her throat as she could. Jesse moaned and she gave him a thumbs up. As if by starter pistol, Jesse began unloading his cum as soon as he was able to. Tracey waited about half a minute and continued to suck and tickle him with her tongue before getting up. When she got up she tilted her head back and swallowed any cum left in her mouth that wasn’t shot down her throat. She wiped her lips clean and touched her makeup up a bit, Jesse began getting dressed again. “Be careful, don’t let anyone see you leaving.”
“I wont.” Jesse got dressed and walked out of her room. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocked and pulled it out. In all that was happening, he forgot to turn off this phone after stopping the recording. He read the message on screen “Warning: Closing the app will discard video.” Jesse thought about what to do with the video and decided to trim it to just the part where she said “okay, sit down” and posted it on his Tik Tok, hoping this would make shoot him up the line of stardom.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghib32/following_trends_fm_incest_moso_blowjob