That night, Joel lasted close to 10 minutes of pure fucking, which I think is especially impressive for a guy as young as him. Eventually, though, he moaned “I’m gonna cum, Mum,” and without any further warning, he withdrew his cock from inside me. As though his life depended on it, Joel stood up and told me to get back on my knees in front of him. I’ve never actually watched porn, but I’d heard enough to know both what my son wanted me to do, and where he got the idea. Of course, I obliged him and knelt in front of him, staring up at him and his soaking wet cock. He pumped it with one hand as he gazed down at me, staring into my eyes, then down to my breasts, and further still to my crotch. I took the opportunity to make a show for him, holding and squeezing my breasts with my left hand while I masturbated with my right. I guess I was feeling a little neglected in that department after the previous night, but I certainly wasn’t resentful of Joel; after all, it was my idea to jump him and blow him the second we got into the room.
I rubbed my clit between my index and middle fingers, playing with my boobs and my nipples while I stared up at my son and watched him jerking off, eager to shoot his cum all over me. I really did like what I saw – a beautiful young boy pleasuring himself to the sight of me, regardless of my age or the fact I’d given birth to him. Those reasons were probably why I was able to cum so quickly, without any proper stimulation before my hand. My knees drew together, my face went bright red and my left hand squeezed my left breast so hard and quickly I found fingernail scratches the next morning. I felt my neck tense up and draw my head back, arching my back and pushing out my breasts even further towards my son. I could feel them jiggle as I spasmed with my orgasmic waves. My mouth was wide open as I moaned with pure pleasure, not even thinking about what a show I must’ve been putting on for Joel. But apparently that was what he needed to push over the edge.
This will probably make me sound very boring in bed, but before that moment, I had only ever had guys cum inside me. I now know that it’s fairly common these days for guys to cum on girls’ bodies but it was a completely new experience for me that evening. My orgasm had only just subsided when Joel groaned “Cumming…” I stared in open-mouthed wonder at his cock erupting and spewing forth its precious white liquid. I watched, transfixed, as his cum shot towards me, hitting me all over with his hot, sticky mess. I think he was aiming for my chest, but he needs to work on his aim a little. The first, biggest load hit me in the neck and slid down over my collarbone, down my chest and over my right nipple. The second rope of cum landed higher, hitting me on my upper lip, oozing down into the corner of my mouth. Before I knew what I was doing, I instinctively licked at it, taking his cum into my mouth. I actually enjoyed the salty bitterness of his cum and wished he had gotten more than just that little bit into my mouth. The third and fourth wads of my son’s cum landed right on my left breast and dripped down into my cleavage. The fifth spurt of my son’s cum landed on my neck again, but remained fairly in place. Six and seven dripped straight onto the carpet between us, and that’s how I knew he was done. Once again, I wrapped my lips around his cock and cleaned his purple head of all his precum and whatever remnants of his actual cum and my juices there happened to be. I swallowed while staring at myself in the mirror – totally naked on my knees in front of my son, coated in his cum – pleasantly surprised at the woman I was rapidly becoming.
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