Every bite sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my groin. Every slow, loving lick made my shaft twitch and leak in her palm. I groaned deeply, my breathing ragged, completely addicted to the way this caring, motherly woman was using her mouth and hand to drive me insane with lust.
"Ahhh… you're getting even harder, Alex," Emilia whispered in awe, her voice breathy and impressed as she felt my cock swell even more in her soft hand.
She stroked me with slow, deliberate movements, squeezing the thick shaft tightly as if savoring how rigid I had become.
"Yeah, Mom… you made me this hard," I groaned, my voice heavy with lust.
Emilia's hand faltered slightly. She looked up at me with those big, caring eyes, a hint of worry and insecurity crossing her beautiful face.
"But you're not cumming, Alex…" she said softly, almost sadly. "Am I doing it wrong? Is Mommy not good enough for you?"
The genuine concern in her motherly tone made my chest tighten.
