Pervert for Life

Her entire body went rigid.

The question hung between us like a blade.

Her first instinct was to stand up and walk away in embarrassment, unable to face her son after he’d caught her a second time, but the invisible cock was buried so deep that any sudden movement would only grind it harder against her cervix.

A fresh pulse of her love juices squeezed out around the thick shaft and soaked further into her dress, outlining visible in my line of sight.

"I... I’m not," Evelyn replied, closing her legs, the words coming out thinner than she wanted.

My hand stayed on her knee as I lowered my gaze at her dress.

Despite the fact that she’d closed her legs, her wetness was still clearly visible.

"The front of your dress is wet, Mom." I said with a confused expression on my face, glancing down at my mother’s skirt, then back at her face.

My voice was still gentle as I spoke, and my gaze made Evelyn’s face burn in embarrassment.

She glanced down before she could stop herself.

The dark patch on her skirt had spread visibly just as her son had said.

The thin fabric clung to the shape of her mound, outlining the swollen lips that were currently stretched around something her son was not supposed to know existed.

"It’s... sweat," she whispered. "I was worried about you. That’s all."

Impressed by my mother’s words I increased the invisible fingers on her clit, causing them to circle faster.

Simultaneously I gave her a wet, teasing flick that made her hips jerk once against the couch cushion.

Almost instantly, due to the stimulation, another thick bead of cream slid down the shaft and disappeared into the soaked fabric of my mother’s panties.

"But mom, you’re shaking again."

"I’m fine." Evelyn was trying harder to brush the topic away but found it impossible to do that.

She bit her lip tightly until they turned an even deeper shade of red from her naturally pink lips.

Her nipples were so hard that they ached against her blouse.

She crossed her arms over her chest as if she were cold, hiding them, but the movement only made her breasts press together and sent another ripple of sensation down to her stuffed pussy.

My holographic display zoomed slightly, showing the exact moment her inner walls fluttered and tried to suck the invisible cock deeper.

I let my hand slide a little higher on her thigh.

Still innocent. Still the worried son.

"You don’t have to hide it from me," I said quietly. "Whatever’s happening... you can tell me."

Evelyn’s breath hitched.

Tell him?

Tell her son that something invisible had been fucking her for minutes while she stood there lecturing him about the cruelty of the world?

Tell him that her pussy was dripping down her thighs because the thought of him sitting right beside her made it worse?

She shook her head and quietly replied,

"There’s nothing to tell."

Evelyn felt the invisible fingers that were all over her clit vanish for a moment.

For one blessed second she thought it was over.

Then something warm and wet and impossibly agile dragged along the length of her stretched lips, licking up the cream that kept leaking out around the cock.

Instantly her eyes flew wide and a silent gasp tore out of her throat.

"Ah..."

The invisible tongue circled her entrance where the thick shaft stretched her open, then flicked upward and wrapped around her clit, sucking it with a slow, greedy rhythm as though it was unwilling to let go of her pussy anytime soon.

Evelyn’s thighs snapped together around my hand instinctively.

I did not pull away.

"Mom?"

"I... need a moment," Evelyn managed to speak despite the fact that her voice seemed to have gone hoarse.

The tongue kept working her, while the cock kept thrusting into her pussy.

Two different rhythms that her body could not ignore.

She tried to stand and give herself some distance from her son before he could hear the lewd sounds her pussy was making, however the moment she lifted her hips the invisible cock slammed upward and held her there, pinning her to the couch with its thickness.

The tongue followed, sealing over her clit and sucking harder making her legs grow weak as a broken moan escaped her lips before she could swallow it.

My fingers tightened slightly on her thigh.

On the 3D model her pussy was a mess.

Her lips were puffy and shiny, while her clit was swollen and dark.

Cream coating the invisible shaft in thick strands that stretched and snapped with every thrust.

Evelyn felt her cunt clench so hard around the cock and realised her orgasm was already beginning to gather and this time she knew it would be particularly intense.

If it hit while she was sitting here she would not be able to stay quiet. She would moan. She might even say her son’s name due to how jumbled up her thoughts were.

One of the powerless women in the world reduced to such a state.

It was truly an amusing irony.

"I have to... go to the bathroom," Evelyn said quickly, urging her son to remove his hand from her thighs.

"I’ll help you, mom. Do you need my help? I can get you a change of clothes, and I... I can even bath you."

My voice was sincere and filled with childlike innocence which my mother found cute.

However her sharp reply came before I even finished speaking.

"No."

Evelyn softened at once realised she had been a little too harsh.

"I can manage, baby. Just stay here. Drink some more juice, okay? I’ll be right back."

She pushed my hand away and stood on shaking legs.

The invisible cock stayed inside her as she rose, sliding along her front wall the entire way up.

The tongue stayed latched to her clit.

Walking made everything worse.

Every step dragged the thick shaft through her soaked folds and made wet sounds Evelyn knew her son could definitely hear.

She reached the bathroom and pushed the door shut with her shoulder.

The lock turned under her fingers. It should have made her feel safer but somehow it did not.

The invisible cock was still inside her, thick and deep, and the tongue on her clit had not loosened for a second since she left the couch.

Standing still only made her feel it more. Every small shift of her weight dragged the shaft against a place that had already gone sensitive and greedy.

She gripped the edge of the sink.

Her reflection looked back at her with wide eyes and a flushed face.

The front of her dress was dark and stuck to her pussy. She could see the shape of her pussy through her dress.

She could see how swollen she had become.

She wondered if her son had seen the faint outline of her pussy lips when he’d glimpsed her wetness after her legs had instinctively parted previously?

If he had, what did he think of his mother’s pussy?

Was it beautiful?

And most importantly.

Was it something he wanted for himself?

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