“And again, that was amazing, Mum,” my son exclaimed while staring down at all the cum he’d sprayed me with.
“You don’t need to tell me that, baby. You know, that was the first time I’ve actually enjoyed doggy style? It always felt so …degrading before now, but thank you for helping me see the fun side of it.” Looking down at my chest, I asked, “Now, exactly what should I do about this?” I pointed to the numerous patches of cum that would soon be drying on my skin. Did he want me to gather it up and lick it? Wash it off? Let it dry?
“Can I watch while you, um, rub it in?” Amazing how quickly some guys lose their confidence after they cum, isn’t it? I giggled at the suggestion, relieved I didn’t have to lick it up from my own skin. Of course, I made a show of it for him: I started with the load on my face, wiping it up and moving it down to my neck. I started rubbing Joel’s cum into my skin on my neck and chest, then moved my hands down and began massaging my breasts with his cum. It took longer than I was expecting to rub it all in until it was dry. Still, though, I rubbed it all over myself, covering my nipples and spreading out my son’s sticky white cum evenly over my breasts while he watched, possibly wishing he had more to shower me with.
Once Joel had regained his breath, we showered together for the first time in two decades. He very fastidiously washed his cum off my breasts while I giggled like a schoolgirl. We made out under the hot water, our hands serving the dual purposes of exploring each other’s naked skin and washing each other at the same time. He was clearly ready to go again, but I had to be the mother and tell him that it was getting to be after 8 o’clock and we’d better have some dinner, then I smiled suggestively and told him it’d help him regain his strength.
We went out to a nearby pub that Joel informed me had “pretty good, pretty cheap” meals. My son was a true gentleman and paid for my drinks and my meal, and only allowed himself one beer. We definitely drew some looks from some of the other patrons when we would kiss each other on the mouths while waiting for our meals as we sat in a corner booth. I confess I did enjoy the feeling of being affectionate in public, knowing we were getting looks of “are they a couple or are they actually mother and son?”. If only I could’ve told them it was both! Joel had a steak while I (predictably) had a Caesar salad, allowing myself to be a little naughty by asking for extra bacon. I guess you could say it was our first date, and considering that, it was actually a really nice night. We sat side-by-side in the booth, just chatting the way that Mark and I used to do.
I probably shouldn’t have said it in a public area, but I was starting to reach the point where I didn’t care what other people thought anymore. “Sorry if I’m sounding like a broken record, baby, but it’s been more than a decade since your father and I fucked like you and I have been. And, I’ve been keeping this to myself for a little while, but yours is definitely the nicer dick.”
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