There was a big patch on my left tit, and almost as much again trailing across my belly. My pussy hair glistened. I ran my fingers through it and found that my bush was crusty with hardened jizz. It appeared that Jesse had come and gone, so to speak, while I was asleep. Based on the evidence, it looked like he must have kneeled between my legs, jerked off while looking at my naked pussy, then sprayed his load all over me.
There was no point in being mad at him. Yes, it was a violation of sorts, but one that I’d all but invited. Hell, I was practically naked in his bed. I couldn’t blame him, but I was still a little upset. My fingers went from my sticky pubes down to my wet lips. I was upset that I had missed it. My hips responded to what my fingers were doing. What might have happened if I had woken up while my son was jerking off over me? My stiff clit felt good under my circling fingertip. Maybe he did fuck me while I was out. It would have been possible. My cunt was right there for the taking. Maybe he only pulled out at the last second and blasted his cum all over my tits and tummy. No. I wouldn’t have slept through that. I would have known if my boy’s cock was inside me. I could smell the sweet odor of his dried semen. My spasm almost forced me into the fetal position as I made myself cum quicker than I wanted. Another orgasm followed immediately on the heels of the first, so at least there was that consolation.
I eventually pulled myself off of Jesse’s bed, arranged the blanket and pillows, then went to the kitchen to heat up a can of soup. I didn’t bother closing my robe or cleaning away any of Jesse’s crusted cum from my body.
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After three hours in front of the cam I was feeling worn out. My hip was getting sore from holding my legs open so much, and my pussy was swollen from overuse. The only upside was that I’d managed to make myself cum twice, and the proceeds for the afternoon reflected my customers’ appreciation for seeing something real. Or it could have been that each time I’d cum I was talking about how I wanted my son “Cody” to fuck me. Either way, I was up eighty bucks.
I took a break, had a nice long piss, then went and poured myself a store-brand diet cola. I looked through the cabinets and all my usual hiding places for something to spike my soda with, but came up empty. I texted Jesse: ‘Show @ 9 tonite.’ I didn’t get any response.
I’d heard him stagger in late last night after I’d gone to bed. He bugged out this morning while I was in the shower. He was avoiding me. I had no idea if he just couldn’t stand to look at me, or if he was ashamed of what he did to me while I was asleep. Maybe a little of both.
By a quarter of nine there was a decent crowd gathered in my preview room. I chit-chatted with some of the feistier fellows, telling them about me and my son, and the things we were going to do to each other in the show. I had on my frilly bra that had holes for my nipples to poke through and the matching crotchless panties – the same outfit I wore the first time I gave Jesse a handjob for the camera. I could feel how wet I was with anticipation without even having to touch myself.