Justin’s cock twitched again, sending another sperm laden stream to arc across his mother’s body. This time it splashed across her left tit, splattering her nipple. Another jet squeezed out, fired like a rocket from his balls, and painted her right tit. Cum sprayed from his cock and splashed across Diane’s body, again and again and again. The pearly substance was stark against her olive skin, and seemed almost to shine where it fell.
Even as he admired how beautiful she looked, sweaty and shaking with her hair in disarray and a wild look in her eyes, he continued to cum, spraying jism across her body in copious, viscous threads that pooled between her tits, the hollow of her throat, in her belly button.
Diane cooed and watched in rapt fascination as Justin came and came. His jism was hot and wet and gelid against her skin. She reached out and grabbed his cock, aiming it towards her tits. She eased herself up on her elbows and, opening her mouth, fastened her lips around his spraying cockhead. Cum coated her tongue, salty and bitter and delicious. She swallowed instinctively, just in time to catch the next wave.
Finally, heart breakingly, his seemingly inexhaustible supply of cum finally gave out. Chest heaving, Justin sat back on his haunches as his dick slowly softened.
Diane sat up, swallowed the mouthful of cum, and pressed her hands against her tits. She rubbed her son’s cum into her flesh then licked her palms clean. Diane traced her fingers through the rivers of cum staining her body and fed the pearly stuff into her mouth. When the moisture thinned, she moved across the desk and cleaned Justin’s cock with her lips and tongue.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she did, his breath rasping in his throat.
“Mom,” he moaned. “Jesus, Mom, that was unbelievable.”
Diane rose to a sitting position and looked her son in the eyes. He was already half-hard again from her mouth. The resilience of youth, she thought with a private smile. His father had been just as quick to recover. But he had never brought her to four of the most intense orgasms of her life.
Diane licked her lips. “Yes it was,” she agreed. “And it was only the beginning.”