Quicker than I think I’d ever cum in my life, a volcanic spurt of semen erupted from me. The breath I’d been holding came out in a relieved gasp as I watched torrent after creamy torrent pour forth. All upon my mother. The first rope of cum hit her face. Splashing against her forehead to lay in a ribbon down over her eye and onto her cheek. The next upon her nose, her lips open mouthed in shock, sealing tight as the cum streaked her face. Her hand didn’t release its hold around me however. In fact, though her reaction to my spontaneous eruption was horror, her touch was nothing short of consensual. She continued to jerk my cock as it pulsed each ejaculation. Her chin caught a spray before she aimed me downwards. Was it to give her face some relief? Whatever. It just enabled me to release the last of my seed upon her breast, glistening her wondrous tits as it slid down her cleavage.
Her hand slid off the end of my cock, taking the dripping with her I noted and she leaned back against the coffee table, once more looking up into my face. She was yet to speak and with my cock still monstrously hard, it dominated the space between us.
“Jesus, I’m so sorry,” I once more apologized. This time for a lot more than an unexpected hard-on. I wanted to help her to her feet but I instead chose first to pull up my pants, hoping the removal of the culprit would make things more comfortable. Tucking myself away, I offered a hand and with one eye closed, Mom made it to her feet. “Mom…you okay?” I tentatively asked as I allowed her fingers to dislodge from mine.
Her hands stayed held out at a strange angle as if she was unsure where to put them, finally to my surprise, dropping them to the hem of her nightie and raising it up her body. My initial thought was she was undressing, her panties coming into view (correctly identified as satin) but she stopped as she met her head and used the front to wipe her face. I felt like an idiot for not immediately offering a towel or even my own t-shirt but as her face once more came into view, it was clear she bore no grudge.
“Um…okay,” I could see she was clearly preventing laughter. “That just happened.” She wiped cum from her boobs but her nightie drenched in my semen, it made more mess than use.
“Can I get you a towel?” I too late offered but she shook her head.
“No Honey, that’s fine. I think it best I just go take another shower,” she said, allowing her nightie to once more cover her hips, the front of it smeared with cum, a hard pink nipple appearing through the material.
“I’m sorry,” I once more ventured and she offered me a dismissing shake of the hand in response as she made her way out of the room.
“Oh shit!” I breathed out as I slumped back down onto the couch.
*
Her shower indeed running. I remained in the lounge room long after it stopped, television off, hearing her going about post shower business. When in her bedroom, possibly wearing a new nightie, I waited still. For her to come to me and say it was all okay. That she’d encouraged it all. That it had been planned. For surely it was. Mom’s didn’t offer to rub their son’s cocks! An accidental baseball bat to the nuts or not. I couldn’t be held solely responsible for cumming on her face. Could I? The awful feeling began to creep in that indeed I was to blame. That she was just doing her motherly duty and here I was getting off on it sexually. When I later crept to my room and sleep eventually came, it was troubled and full of shame.
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