As a single Mother of two boys, it’s taken a lot for me to raise them, not to mention some extra creativity; some a little unorthodox.

Well, a few days ago, I was getting a little unorthodox with my 14 year old Son by giving him a blowjob so he could finish his homework. It may sound a little extreme, but it works.

I had him sit up on the kitchen counter for this so it would be quick and easy for both of us.

About two minutes into blowing him, my Son started to whisper things like, “Oh, Mom…,” and, “You’re gonna do it, Mom…” and, “I can’t hold it much longer, Mom…”

I knew I was going to get him to cum super hard for me… any moment…

With a tight seal, he began to pant and grunt as I sucked him harder and harder.

I wanted to get him completely drained and taken care of for the rest of the day.

Suddenly, my Son went off and I started taking him in.

It was a lot of cum….

You could even call it a, “Mother load!”

After I finished swallowing my Sonny boy alive,

I heard from a short distance ,

“Mom, can you do that to me?”

Being startled, I let out a GASP! I looked over and saw my 11 year old standing in the hallway sucking his thumb in his mouth.

I couldn’t believe my little Tommy just watched me suck off his brother, and so close.

I quickly excused myself from my eldest Son, “Honey, I need to go talk to your brother…”

I left him sitting on the counter with his thoughts. (He needed a few minutes to recover from his blowjob anyway.)

I told my Son, Tommy, “Sweetie, go up to your room and wait for me there. We need to, “Talk…”. Mommy will be right up.”

I took a minute to think about what an 11year old would think they would want after seeing that.

I wasn’t sure, so I went upstairs to see Tommy to find out.

When I entered his room, I didn’t even have to ask…

I knew he wanted me to do what I was doing with his brother… He wanted his Mother to blow him.

He was sitting on the side of his bed, with his pants off, sporting the cutest rager.

I asked Tommy, “Is that for me?”

“Yes, Mommy!” he eagerly replied…

As I began to close his door, my other Son walked by on his way to his room to finish his homework, but not without thanking me first…

“Thanks for doing that for me, Mom…”

I let him a smile with a soft kiss as the door slowly closed on us.

He smiled back, seeming to know what his little brother was in for.

I turned to my youngest to say:

Now, Tommy, let’s just see what we can do about this,, “Pre dick a ment,” you’ve found yourself in…

I kneeled down before my Son to go to work…