“Right. Likely story,” she said. She walked out the room and turned around and said, “You don’t have any tissues or paper towels in here, do you?” Mat shook his head. “I’ll be sure to pick you up some this evening, then. Maybe you can clean up your mess with them instead of your socks.” She started to walk away, but turned around again and added, “Because, from the looks of it, you’ve been making big messes quite often lately.” Mat’s face got real hot and he looked at his computer screen to avoid her knowing eyes.
After she had put everything in the washing machine and changed into a respectable jean dress and a black turtleneck, she came back in his room and said, “Well, I’m going to the store to pick up some things before your grandparents get here tomorrow. Want anything in particular for dinner?”
Almost fully recovered from the earlier accusation, Mat replied, “Um, I’m in the mood for pizza. Nothing store bought or ordered, though. Let’s make it.”
“OK. Why don’t you get the dough ready in the bread machine while I’m out, and I’ll pick up some toppings.”
“Awesome,” Mat said. His mother then came over and kissed him on the forehead and ruffled his hair. He put up with it like any other boy his age would; yet, unlike other boys, he didn’t lose the opportunity to turn his head at the right moment so he would get a nice feel of his mom’s tits brushing into his face. Pam noticed this not so subtle movement, and let her tits rest against her son’s face for a moment or two. She looked down at his crotch and saw that a sizeable tent had formed. Unconsciously, she pushed his head harder into her bosom, and noticed that she herself was getting aroused. Her nipples were becoming erect, and there was a drop of moisture sliding down into her panties. Pam shivered and left as quickly as she could.
Once Mat heard her car back out of the driveway and switch gears, his shorts were dropped to his ankles and his cock brought out. He ignored a computer with a cable connection as he had all the imagery he needed in his mind: Up, down, up down, his hand instantly pumped. God her ass was so round! He wanted nothing more than to fuck her up the ass. He’d lube that nice little pucker hole of hers, stick a few fingers up there for a while, and then instruct her to sit down on his cock. God, the feel of that fat ass coming down on his cock would be heaven on earth, he knew it. And those tits! He could still feel them pushing against his face. So soft. So huge. Had he detected a hint of an aroused nipple before she left? Did she push his head against her tits on purpose?
Mat was about to cum before a very warped, perverted idea occurred to him. Cock in hand, shorts abandoned at his desk, he walked to where the bread maker was in the kitchen. Should he? Would she notice? Mmm. What if she did notice? She wouldn’t know what it was. There’d be no way. But she just might detect a new ingredient. Oh, he had to do it now. It was so erotic and wrong… He pulled out the tray and began pumping his cock over it, all the while thinking of his mom and her gorgeous ass. He couldn’t wait to watch her eat his own cum. Know that while they were watching a movie on the couch, his sperm was traveling through her body. That thought sent him over the ledge and he began shooting rope after rope into the container. He must have ejaculated seven very large shots of cum in there. There was so much he wondered whether it would interfere with the baking process.
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