This is the 3rd chapter of the "Book Club" Series.
My name is Wendy, and here's my issue… I am a complete cum slut! I love it! I love the taste of it, I love swallowing it, I love how it feels on my hands and face! And so yes, I also love giving blow jobs! I love how it feels, the whole act.. Cock in my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat, the up and back and forth of my head. And especially the way the guy reacts! He squirms around, he says things like “oh my god this is incredible! Please don't stop!”, I have a feeling of being in complete control, it's so hot.. But ultimately it's the ending that Im after.. I want his load to fill my mouth, I want to swirl it around my tongue, and I want to feel the warm goo slide down my throat. It totally does it for me!!
Sounds like I'd be a pretty popular date right!?!? And ya I guess I am.. I'll suck off almost anyone. Hell, I'll even offer! Guy pulls up to drop me off after a date, it could be our first date, it may not have even been a very good one, I'll still look over and ask him “so, you want me to suck your dick?”, this would mean Id have a lot of guys be sure to ask me out for a 2nd, but I have my pride. If he was really lame on the date, or had an unimpressive package, I'd decline. But I really shouldn't have been so picky, the truth is I wasn't the catch I used to be. I was gorgeous when I was a younger woman, but now I was 41, still fairly pretty in the face, but over the years I had put on the pounds, and now I was a heavier woman, and a mother of 3.
Yes I had 3 kids, all boys, from my first and only marriage. I was a virgin until college, met the perfect man and got married. We got knocked up right away, and had our first son Aaron. But I realized something, sex felt great!! I was a properly married woman so there was nothing inappropriate about, so we were doing it all the time, and quickly got pregnant with Bret, and then Caleb… before you knew it we had 3 kids all under 2!! And it took a toll on our marriage. Firstly, we stopped having sex.. Completely. Neither of us wanted to risk it. Yes I got on birth control, but we were terrified of trying.. Knowing that our relationship was in trouble I finally tried to make a move but he wouldn't even touch me, so I asked him what I could do, and he asked for a BJ. I'd honestly never given one, never even licked it before! But I gave it a try. I was nervous at first, but then I started hearing his responses, the moaning, the praising me, it made me feel good, and the truth was I was hardly doing anything! Blow jobs are easy! I started thinking “sure I can start doing these if he likes”.. And then he came. It startled me of course, I had no idea what to expect, but more kept coming.. I've heard about giving head, and women swallowing it, so I figured that it must be safe, so I went ahead and gulped it down. Yes it was a little gross at first, but after the bulk of it was down and just the little bit remaining coated my mouth, it was silky, I got a chance to actually taste it, and it wasn't half bad! Even the texture was unique and sort of pleasing. But mostly, my husband seemed happy and things improved.. He began asking for them regularly, and I was like “sure!”. A routine started to develop, in the morning I'd suck him off in bed.. Then I'd flirtatiously drop to my knees as soon as he got home from work and blow him at the front door, occasionally he'd ask for me to let him go get comfy in his favorite spot on the couch, and I'd drop my face into his lap there instead. And then in bed I'd relax him by sucking him dry so he could sleep better. It seemed we were both enjoying it.
You're probably all thinking “wow, you're the best wife ever! What a lucky guy!”, and you're right I was! My technique improved, I got better at using my hands and tongue. I learned about applying more or less pressure during different parts of the act.. I even learned more about penises and their more sensitive areas. I became an excellent (for lack of a better word) cock sucker. But no amount of Felacio could take away from the fact that he was just 25, married with 3 kids, and the strain of that life finally got the best of him, and he left us. He filed for divorce, to him the cost of child support was worth the reward of his freedom. So to hell with him!
I raised the boys myself and we did fine. The only issue I had was dating. Early on I had some success, I still had my looks so guys were lined up, but no one wanted to become a dad of 3. I was still hesitant to have intercourse, especially with a guy that I wasn't married to, I still didn't want to risk pregnancy, so I started giving head early and often. This definitely kept guys around a little longer, but none stuck. Then I got into my 30s and my body began changing more rapidly. Ya, three back to back pregnancies took a toll on me, but I was still in my 20s and was able to rebound. They added some weight to my hips and ass, but I still looked good. Then the weight started to stick all over.. Living in the south and drinking sweet tea with every meal had a price. So the number of suitors began to dwindle. This called for me to put in more effort, I began giving out BJs like they were business cards! Any guy that looked at me in the grocery store or said hi at the park was greeted with a “hi there, I'm Wendy, wanna get out of here and get your dick sucked?”. I'm ashamed by the number of times I was late picking my kids up from school because I was taking a shot in the mouth in the front seat of some guys car. But boy did I love it!
I began to remember all the things I liked about doing it before.. The taste, and feeling, the sounds and sense of accomplishment.. Felacio became more about how I felt giving it rather than how the man felt getting it (not that any of them were complaining).
I knew that the guys who were sticking around for a few weeks were only doing it for the regular head, and not because they liked me or wanted to start anything serious. And so one by one I eliminated male options until eventually I realized no one was interested in me and there was no one I was interested. It didn't help that we didn't live in the biggest city, so soon my slutty reputation caught up with me, And everyone seemed to know me and wanted nothing to do with me.
And the truth is I was fine with that. I didn't need a man in my life (I already had to live with 3, lol), and I wasn't craving companionship. I wasn't even horny (my dildos were better than the real thing anyways), but what I did find myself laying in bed at night thinking about was sucking dick (trust me, dildos are not as satisfying in this regard).
And that's what brought me to find Sara's group the book club. I came because it was a group of sexually deviant women, and that's exactly how I felt.. Like I was a sexual deviant. Dreaming about swallowing hot loads, pleasuring myself while I remembered the feeling of a hard penis in my mouth… It's not as perverse as what some of the other members talk about, but listening to them is what inspired me to take the next step.
“I want to start blowing my sons!” I posted in the group. The reactions were immediate.
“that's so hot!”
“good for you!”
“you'll love it! I love my sons cock!”
“those are some lucky boys!”
“I wish I could do the same with mine!”
While most of these women were turned on by the act of incest, I wasn't. That's not what this was about. I wanted to suck a dick, and the more I thought about it, the more the idea of using my boys became enticing.
First, there were 3 of them, that's 3 pricks that I had access to.
Second, they lived with me, that means that if it worked out, I could have them whenever I wanted, in the comfort of my own home.
Third, these were young men, well past puberty, but still in their sexual primes. They were hard all the time, they were jerking off in their rooms more than they did anything else (I know, I do the laundry), these were guys that could easily get drained a few times a day and still get hard again.. I would be supplied with more than enough cum to enjoy, and more than enough hard ons to supply it.
The issue was the same as with most members… How to propose this offer to my boys without ruining our lives?
After months of ideas and advice being offered I still didn't have a plan. Must simply suggested to just come out and say it.. “hey son I'd like to blow you, you interested?”, the idea being that what young man is going to turn that down?? Or I could just ‘ambush’ them when I think they're beating off sometime.. I actually brought myself to give it a try a few times, but their doors were always locked. Finally Sara herself came up with a new tactic.. It's called the ‘wet dream’. You might already know what I'm about to say but I'll go ahead and explain it anyways..
Men at this age are still known for an awkward “quirk”... They often get boners when they sleep, this leads to what's often called “morning wood”. Morning wood can occur for no reason at all, or because of stimuli during sleep, meaning, they are having sex dreams! I know for a fact that they ALL still get these because I'm the one who wakes them up in the mornings, and am regularly greeted by each of them pitching a tent, although I never acknowledge it for fear of mutual embarrassment. But Sara suggested I look at these as opportunities… He's asleep.. Likely dreaming about something dirty.. With a hard penis.. That he's probably gonna jerk off when he wakes up anyways…
“What if they woke up refreshed” Sara messaged me.. “with empty balls, instead of blue ones lol, a penis that's not rock hard, demanding their attention, thinking ‘wow that was a great dream!’? Sounds like you'd be doing him each of them a favor! And they don't even have to know. It wouldn't work if you were looking for sex, you'd likely wake them up, but if you just want to suck them off, you could probably manage that without too much disturbance. And even if they did wake up in the middle off it, what young man is going to stop a woman mid-Blow job?? Even if it is his mother?!”
“ok I'll think about it, thanks.” I told her.
And think about it I did! In fact that's all I could think of.. And the more I thought about it, the more plausible it sounded, and the more into it I got. I began starring at them, “checking them out”. They were handsome, much like their father, but I wasn't attracted to them. The more I looked at them with these incestuous thoughts the more I empathized with the other women in the book club, I can see how some of them could become infatuated with their sons, and I thought of them less as perverts, and more as women who were simply developed a sexual obsession.. Which I could relate to. In my case however, I wasn't trying to have affairs with them, or make them my lovers.. They were a matter of convenience, a means to an end.. Like having your son help you unzip the back of your dress ( I know it's not a perfect metaphor) it seems a little inappropriate at the time, but I'm really just using them to help me with something that I can't do myself.. helping me scratch an itch, so to speak. And in this case, I'd actually be helping them too, so who's the victim??
I began doing “dry runs”. In the morning I'd go into each of their rooms to wake them up, each day teased by the sight of their phalic-tee-pees. But instead of saying anything right away I'd wait and see if they woke up on their own, testing if they were light sleepers. I was pleased with the results. I could walk in (not being particularly quiet), touch their beds (which were no more than a twin box spring and mattress on the floor), even sit on their beds… I could even touch them and shuffle the blanket a bit without any reaction. I was able to move about their rooms, tidying things up, and they would never start to wake. My final test was to move the blanket, uncovering their erections. They all wore boxers to bed, but more than half the time, their hard ons would already be poking through the front of them. It made my mouth water. I'd blow on them, lightly touch them with my fingers… and I never saw any reaction from any of them. I did this daily for more than a month, and even though the results looked good, I was still stalling, nervous.
One morning I was standing besides Aaron's bed, starring at his tent.. And Sara's words came to mind, “what young man is going to stop a woman mid-Blow job?? Even if it is his mother?!” it made me laugh a little to myself, she had a point! I figured now was as good a time as any. He was laying at the edge of his mattress so I knelt on the side closest to him and moved the blanket off of his waist. His penis was still inside his boxers, but I'd practiced this before, and carefully pinched each side of the fabric and pulled them apart, his dick sprang through the opening. No reaction from him. I watched him for several minutes, and looked longingly at his morning wood. All three of them had nice rods.. Not the biggest I'd ever seen, but really nice. Decent length, with veiny shafts and big purplish heads. I was already imagining what it would feel and taste like. I gulped. I placed both hands on the bed for support and leaned forward. My mouth hovered above his cock for a moment, I parted my lips, licked them, and went down. I kept my lips pursed tightly, slowly pushing downward, his his fat tip, had to squeeze into my mouth. I slid down his tool, feeling each vein, until my nose was against the side of his crotch, as far as I could go. I paused, nothing. I slid back up, stopping with his head still trapped inside me, nothing. Down I went again, and back up. He tasted clean, with only mildly salty skin. I was moving very slowly, focusing on everything around me.. Him of course, but also the noises of the house, making sure I didn't hear his brothers. I looked at the clock in his room, seeing how long it had been and gaging long I thought it might take. As moisture built in my mouth, I began to inadvertently emit a slight slurping sound with each upward motion. Not enough that I was worried might disturb him, but something to be aware of. Other than that, the whole place was quiet. I watched his face out of the corner of my eye, his breathing had picked up just a little, but still no noise. I closed my eyes. “this may not even work” I thought to myself, maybe men have to be awake, maybe they need a full sense of what's happening in order to ejaculate, experience all the senses, maybe… and then I felt it, a warm jizz sprayed into my mouth, I paused for a second, surprised, it was followed by another, continued moving my head again, just keeping my lips around the head of his cock, edging him on. My son sprayed once more with force, and then seemed to be finished. I lifted my head and sat straight up. I looked at his face, he was still asleep, and I began swallowing my sons semen. He was sweet, and tart, like overly sour lemonade. I smiled. I moved the blanket back over his lap, he was still hard.
Carefully I stood up and exited the room. Once I got in the hallway and closed the door, I gasped. I had barely been breathing in there and my heart was racing. I had never been so scared in my life, and never felt so excited. I wanted to do it again! I moved to the next door for my son Bret and went in. I found a similar scene and got into position, poised above his exposed mass, I took him in my mouth and began my task again. My mouth was still slick with his brother's cum, I thought more about Aaron's flavor as I serviced Bret. Bret was the same size as Aaron, but it curved upwards, nothing I couldn't handle. I moved with more awareness, not of my son but of what I was doing and how I was doing it. I used my tongue more, and moved my head from side to side as it went up and down, creating a bit of a swirling motion on his prick. He moaned. It was soft, but caused me to look over at his face, he still looked asleep, so I continued. One or two strokes of my mouth and he moaned again, still softly, under his breath. His breathing noticibly picked up, I watched him but didn't stop, if anything my head moved faster. He took a deep breath and his body tensed slightly, I was ready. I felt his load moving up his shaft and ooze into my mouth. The next was the same, I felt it rising up from his loins and pour into my mouth. A third and fourth shot spurted out, faster but with less volume, and then he seemed done. I released him, sat up and threw my head back to swallow it like a shot of whiskey, which incrdentally is what his cum reminded me of, it was heavy and oaky. I smiled
Once I was in the hallway I let myself catch my breath again. I walked down to Caleb's door licking my lips and swallowing hard, pushing my first two sons thick creamy spunk down into my stomach. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Within a few minutes I had him firing sperms at the back of my throat, he came the fastest, and his shots were the hardest. I looked at him lovingly before leaving. Was that my baby's first time getting head? First timers fire hard wads like bullets, they're the ones who could hit a bullseye from across the room. Guys who are used to it have larger heavier messier loads. Which makes me think Bret and Aaron have been getting some action from someone.. Those little punks. I made it back to my room just in time to see that it was REAL time for me to go wake them up! But first I needed to change. My bottoms were soaked, after they were gone I was going to finger bang the crap out of myself!
I walked into each of their rooms like I normally would. All their tents had deflated (I grinned proudly to myself). I had to remind myself to act normal, ignoring the fact that I hadn't even taken a drink of water yet, so my mouth was still salty from their loads. None of them seemed suspicious about anything related to me, but all three seemed to take notice of their unusually flacid state, and feeling of relief. I even noticed Caleb begin to check his sheets, presumably looking for where he may have jizzed himself in his sleep. None of them acted any differently on their way out of the house.. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe that they would be singing and dancing as they got ready? But truth be told, no news was good news in a way. If they weren't acting different then they didn't suspect anything was out of the ordinary.
I spent the whole day thinking about that morning. I debated doing it again. Did I really want to risk it? But also, did I really go through all that just to experience it Once?? As I went to bed that night I set my alarm for a few minutes earlier.. I didn't want to be rushed this time. Another morning, another three wonderful loads down the hatch in barely 20 minutes. Moving quietly in and out of each room and carefully getting into position took up more time than the actual blow jobs did.. It made me laugh, my boys were quick-cummers. But by the end of the week they were taking a little longer (though I wasn't complaining). I did it all five weekday mornings, never any issues, but I had to take the weekend off.. Not because I wanted a break, but because I didn't have to wake them up on Saturday and Sunday, and I wanted things to seem as normal as possible. But come Monday morning, I was back at it. Knelt quietly by their sides, their hard young peckers gliding quickly between my lips, until they silently and unknowingly deposited their morning goo into their mothers mouth. Buy the end of the 2nd week, I had definitely noticed a change in their morning demeanors. They moved a little quicker, and had a pep in their step. They seemed happier, in better moods. There were more “pleases” and “thank yous”, and offering to help with things.. Sure I could be imagining it, but I'm pretty sure I was right. But that was all just a pleasant side effect of my actions.. The real goal was for me to have access to warm jizz each morning, like it was part of a balanced breakfast, lol. I loved it, it turned me on so much, I even had some mini orgasms myself during the act. So I had no desire to stop.
Two months went by, still no issues.
I have since told the members of the book club about my success. Everyone was proud and impressed. As of now I'm the only one to have tried out the “wet dream”, we'll see if my story gives any of them ideas on how to implement it for their own use. Sure there were days when I wasn't feeling up to it, or I over slept. Some days I couldn't service all of them, because someone was sleeping on their stomach or wasn't already erect. I feel like if I encountered one of my boys with a soft penis I could still use my mouth to get him hard and then finish him off, but I didn't risk it.. The biggest obstacle was trying to pull him out of his boxers while he was limp, there would be too much touching and movement, I just didn't want to take that chance, nor did I need to, I could just move on to the next one who was already stiff and waiting to blow. All in all everything was working out perfectly.
One morning I walked into Caleb's room. I don't know why but I always went in the same order, Aaron, Bret, Caleb.. It was the order of their rooms in the hall, but also that was oldest to youngest, not that it really mattered, but that's just how I did it the first time, and I stuck to it. But anyways, I got into position like always, and uncovered my son's woody pointing straight up at my face, like it was waiting for me. I took it in my mouth and began to work for my treat. My head moved in silence, my eyes closed, as they usually were. Having my mouth already filled with cum twice this morning meant it was already kind of gooey, it made going down on Caleb give me the satisfaction of performing a blow job, along with the enjoyment of tasting sweet sticky nut butter the entire time.. It was always my favorite one of the day. As my head nodded along happily, I opened my eyes and looked up, expecting to see my son sleeping peacefully, but to my surprise I saw his head tilted up, eyes wide, looking back at me.
I froze. Our eyes were locked on one another. I thought about what to do, quickly trying to think up some ridiculous excuse for why I needed to have his dick in my mouth. Then I thought of what Sara said, and I told myself if I acted like I was caught doing something wrong, then he would react as if I was doing something wrong.. My son just caught me sucking on his penis, so my best bet was to make him LOVE it! I needed him to not think of how wrong this was, and instead think how badly he wants me to keep doing it.. Slowly I lowered my face, then slid it back up, keeping eye contact. I had never used my hands with any of my son's, I'd always wanted to reduce the amount of touching and moving, but now it didn't matter. I grabbed ahold of his shaft, it already incredibly silky smooth. I moved it up and down with my mouth, pausing every so often to tease his cock head with my tongue, before continuing. His mouth had opened and was trembling as if he was trying to talk. I sucked hard, using more pressure than I'd been able to before, pulling my lips off his schlong with a pop, before gobbling it back up again. He let out a whimper, he was close. I climbed on top of him, my legs straddling his, so I could look straight up his body and into his captivated eyes. His finger nails dug into the sheet, it was time. I locked my lips around the swollen tip of penis and used my tongue to rub the sensitive region on the bottom. He blew. Eyes still fixated on my face, he gasped softly as his young juice shot into my mouth, I was hardly phased. My hand was working his shaft furiously as I suckled at his throbbing organ. He shot again and again, each accompanied by deep breaths and strained noises, he wanted to yell out, but was struggling to keep control. When I felt the explosive outbursts of my son's sperm had stopped, I lifted my head and swallowed hard, making sure he saw, and licked my lips. I squeezed his tool, pushing every drop out of him that I could, oozing out, I lapped it off like a hungry cat. He was finally finished. I sat up, still straddling him..
“good morning sweetheart.” I said as calmly and motherly as I could. I had yet to break eye contact. “Time to wake up.” I said with a smile.. I stood and walked to his door, turning around, “we'll talk but this later.” and I walked out. He was slow getting ready and out the door, still in a daze. It was flattering really.
That night I went and saw him just after bed time.. He sat in his desk chair, and I stood, pacing a little nervously. I told him that I didn't mean to wake him up or startle him that morning.. Then asked him if he liked it, he nodded. I didn't explain that I was doing it because I liked it, rather I
admitted that I'd been doing for a few weeks because I walked in on him with a boner one morning and decided to be a good mother and take care of it for him, I then continued to find him that way so I continued to help. I didn't mention also blowing his brothers, it wasn't necessary and he didn't ask. As I walked to the door to leave he spoke..
“could you please do it again?” he asked shyly. I turned to him.
“right now?” I asked gently. He nodded.
“Of course honey.” I said walking back towards him, still sitting in his chair.
“and still in the morning too?” he asked, as I knelt in front of him. I smiled reassuringly.
“Of course.” I took my place in front of my son, spreading his legs to make room for me. “Now pull your penis out for me.” He did it, he was already mostly hard, “now hold it with one hand and put your other hand on the back of my head.” He hesitated but did as he was instructed, gently placing a hand on the back of my head. “Now push me forward, not hard, but like you're leading me to your lap. Then aim your penis at my mouth, and when I'm close, guide it in between my lips.” He applied slight pressure and urged me forward. He bent his rod towards my approaching face, and pressed it against my lips, I resisted slightly, not letting them open at first, I felt him pull me in a little harder, good boy. I let my lips part and licked them, “good” I told him, “from now on when ever you want mommy to give you head, just push it towards your dick and I'll do it.” Little did he know I was going to do it anyways, but I liked the idea of him feeling like he needed to take some initiative.. I licked his tip, he gasped, and I sucked him into my mouth like I was a cock vacuum. I hungrily devoured his meat. Both his hands were in my hair, gripping it, pulling it, using it for leverage as he began lifting my head and shoving it back down, over and over again, faster and faster. His tool rubbed against the back of my throat, luckily for us, I was able to withstand gagging on cock quite well. My son was humping my face, although I don't think he was really aware of what he was doing. My hands were on each of his bare thighs, supporting myself, but I let him have his way with me. When he began to erupt he slammed me down, shooting the first load straight into my stomach, I didn't even need to swallow, I just felt it sliding down inside me. Then he continued moving my face up and down, short jerking motions, almost sportatically, as more jizz jumped into my mouth. His body finally relaxed and he released me, dropping his hands to his sides, but I continued servicing him. I stroked him with one of my hands, sucking on the top, working every drop up and out of him. I felt like he was tapped out, but I kept going. Licking and kissing his rod all over, working my way down to his testicles. I pulled them into my mouth with my tongue, gently kneading the soft flesh. My mouth worked them lovingly while my hand kept urging his tool onward. I suddenly realized that he'd already cum yet I was still going. Selfishly insisting that he keep hard so I could keep playing. But in my defense he never said anything or stopped me, so I kept going. I worked him all over, moving from his balls to his cock head and back. I never stopped stroking, never stopped sliding my cum-soaked tongue around every inch of his crotch. I took him back in my mouth and inhaled his manhood, greedily pulling another orgasm up from his loins like I was drilling for oil. He let out a small weeping sound, I looked up, his eyes were tightly shut, he was gripping the sides of his chair, sweat beading up on his forehead. I released him from my mouth..
“that's it baby, you can do it, cum again for mommy.” I edged him on with my perverse encouragement, then slurpped him back up like a thick peice of spaghetti.
My head hammered down on his lap steadily. My hand and mouth in unison. I could've polished a rusty tow-hitch to a glossy shine, or sucked peanut butter through a straw with the amount of force I was using on my sons pulsing meat. He murmured through his gritted teeth.. If I didn't know he'd just nutted less than 10minutes ago, I'd say he almost looked like he was trying to hold back a looming load, but instead I knew he was focused on brewing another one. Desperately intent on spewing fourth another batch of his warm baby batter into his mother's mouth. My free hand fondled his balls, they swelled, filling up and eager to empty yet again. I shook his body with each downward thrust, causing his chair to squeak, it was reminiscent of a bed during sex, like a repetitive bouncing. I thought of his brothers possibly hearing, but I wasn't stopping, that was a risk I was willing to take. He grabbed my head with both hands, not to stop me, just making sure I was still there and not quitting. He let out a long soft whine, then a pained gasp, as his body tensed up then quickly relaxed, dumping another payload into my mouth. It didn't shoot this time, nor was it as thick, but rather it poured out with the consistency of gravy. I swallowed my salty reward as it came to me, gliding it across my taste buds and down my throat, feeding on his pleasure. It was still a hefty amount, and by the time it was finished I felt full. I sat up and looked him over, his boxers were soaked, his face and chest were red, and I could hear his heart pounding. I stood up, my knees hurt. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed.
“ok now clean yourself up and get to bed.” I said in a sternly maternal tone. I opened the door looking at him as I walked out, his eyes were open now, “and I'll see you in the morning.” I smirked at him and left.
It turned out that my baby boy catching me going down on him was the best thing that could happen.. Instead of having to wait til each morning to get my tonsils blasted with cum, I was able to get it far more frequently now.. I could take a shot in the mouth every night before bed, but also, any time we were alone was an opportunity to drain his balls.. Naturally, knowing that being alone with me meant he could shove his dick in my mouth, resulted in him choosing to stay home a lot more (or offering to go do errands with me). I started wondering if I should just let all my boys catch me, so then it would just be out in the open and I could have them all whenever I wanted.. But I decided that managing all three of their needs (and potential jealousy) would become a handful.. But if one of them wakes up some day I'll deal with it then.
I gave the book club an update on my status. Letting them all know that one of my sons was now aware of what I had been doing, but also completely in favor of it. Sometimes our sessions were more calm and relaxed, like in the morning.. him still laying in bed in a dark room, listening to the gentle suckling sounds, and enjoying the sweet release of his morning deposit into my mouth... Other times he's on his feet, full on face-fucking me, then pulling his cock out and splattering his jizz all over me (like I told him to)... I like the variety, lol. I'll admit, all of it gets me so horny that I've considered starting letting him fuck me.. I'm still on birth control, and he could always pull out for added protection.. I'll let you know what I decide.