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**Disclaimer: This is part 2 of the first chapter of the story, check the comments for the link to the first part**

“I never thought my cock would be …in your hands like this” Josh says breathlessly, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath while his hands starting to try and grip the sofa. I chuckle, “Well, honey, it shouldn’t be in the first place.” I say, pulling my hands away. A flash of disappointment and despair rushes through my son’s face as I pull my hands away from him, no doubt resigning himself to some punishment. Of course, he doesn’t know what I have in store for him.

“Y’know, one thing that most girls don’t realize about handjobs is that you need lube.” I say calmly, almost like I’m teaching him how to draw something. “Now, oil works the best, but regular old spit is just as good.” I whisper with a grin as I spit into my hand and roll my fingers, spreading my saliva across my palm. I do this a couple times, until my palm’s shining with your spit, and then lick it for god measure until there’s trails of my saliva dripping down from my hands. Josh’s eyes widen, and his cock swells again, jumping back to life. He chooses not to say anything, instead just observing what I do.

“Much better.” I purr softly as my hand goes down to the tip of his cock and laps up the precum, mixing it with my spit. “This helps a ton too.” I say with a small chuckle as I look back up at him. Sure enough, he’s enthralled by my demonstration and is struggling not to squirm. For some reason, that just turns me on even more and I give your shaft a small squeeze before my hand glides down your massive shaft, from top to bottom in one smooth motion. “See what I mean?” I ask with a wide grin on my face.

“Holy Fucking Shit, Mom.” He groans as he bites his lip. “Hanna was never this good, fuck, please don’t stop. Your hands are like fucking magic, Mom.”

“I know, baby, I know. I guess handjob’s aren’t that bad now, huh?” I tease with a click of my tongue, squeezing his cock again while my other hand trails circles on his inner thighs. To be honest, , he’s not the only one having fun. It had been ages since me and Steve had done anything together, 32 days and 4 hours to be precise. I’ve all the time had a high libido, and these past couple of weeks have been hell for me. Sure, we might not be doing anything too wild right now, but the forbidden nature of our actions is enough to turn me on.

“I wonder what your friends would say, if they saw you like this?” I ask with a grin, my free hand brushing past his inner thighs, before reaching his ballsack. “Well, they’d probably take their dicks out and get in line.”

I roll my eyes at his words, a smirk on my face as I continue to stroke him. His words and small squirms were doing a terrific job of lowering my inhibitions, and I could feel my resolve withering. “Hmm, someone’s excited.” I say with a chuckle as I gently squeeze his balls, appreciating how heavy they are. “It’s hard not to be with a mom like you.” He replies.

I glance up to look into his eyes once again, but instead discover that his focus is somewhere else. Josh is staring right at my chest, his eyes focused on my breasts. My nipples are very perky right now, and they’re announcing themselves by pushing against the material of my grey sweater.

He has an intense look of focus in his eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to understand what he’s thinking. I bite my lip and close my eyes, doing some thinking of my own. There’s no way that I’m even considering letting him see and play with my breasts, right? For god’s sake, Josh is my fucking son. Although, that wondered seems hollow considering I’m stroking his cock right now. God, if only he wasn’t related to me, that way I could do whatever I wanted with his sexy body. I open my eyes and look at him, his gaze still focused on my chest. Well, he is behaving quite well, all things considered. It might not be the worst idea in the world. Besides, I had to stop lying to myself about not wanting this.

I open my mouth, pausing for a second, before continuing, “Baby, if you want, you can play with them.” On hearing my words, his eyes light up and his hands reach up to the hem of my sweater. “Only through my sweater.” I add quickly, causing his face to droop a little, but he nods and moves his hands up to my breasts.

His hands cup my breasts, and a wave of electricity rushes through my body. “Wow.” Josh says slowly, staring at my boobs as his right thumb running over my nipple while his other hand squeezes my tit softly. I bite back a moan, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. He’s not even touching my skin, but the feeling of his strong hands through the thin wool is enough to make me shudder. “Wow.” He repeats breathlessly, his mouth hanging open as my hand slow down, letting him catch his breath.

“Wow, indeed.” I say with a small chuckle as he looks up into my eyes. “Mom, you’re… beautiful.” He breathes out, a soft smile on his face as his other hand finds one of my straining nipples, his thick fingertips latching on through the soft woolen fabric in an attempt to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. My cheeks flush and I flash him a quick, embarrassed smile. “I know that, Josh.”

“Just reminding you.” he responds, another low moan escaping my lips when he squeezes my breasts a little harder, his fingers gently pinching my nipple. We stay like that for a few seconds, taking in the moment as my hand lazily strokes the length of his shaft, while he kneads and plays with my flesh.

The feelings in my head are almost incomprehensible. Never have I ever felt this conflicted. It’s taking all of my willpower to hold back and do something rash, and I’m sure that if I don’t speed things along a bit, I’ll let the more dangerous side of me take over. So, I decide to take initiative once again.

While he’s playing with my breasts, I move both of my hands to his shaft. It’s funny how even with both of them combined I’m still unable to cover it, and my palms struggle to wrap around his immense girth. Somehow, that just makes things even hotter. Both of my hands slowly glide against his length, up then down, and then back up again I begin to create up a steady pace, and not long after I can feel his cock starting to throb and pulse, which means that he’s getting close. I grin at him between moans, and begin stroking faster and faster, almost as if I’m pumping his cock. “That’s it baby, cum for mommy.” I say firmly before breaking out into another moan.

Josh groans deeply, his fingers disregarding the soft jumper now, uncaring at how they stretch it as they test and grope the mounds hidden beneath. “Fuck yes, Mom, don’t stop.” He grunts, as his large hands splay and his fingers cover as much of each as they can, feeling them shift and move. His squeezes become bolder, guided by my gasps and he fondles them without any regard now as he rapidly approaches his orgasm.

I knew that he wouldn’t last long from the begin, not with his mother pumping his fat cock. Not that I could blame him, he didn’t have much experience anyways. From what Josh had told me, the best that he had received was a crappy handjob from Hanna. In comparison, what I was doing right now was practically a gift from God.

However, that didn’t mean that I would let him cum so easily. If I was gonna do this, then I had to teach him properly without any shortcuts, and the first thing that I would teach is how to last longer. From the way his cock trembles and throbs in between my lithe fingers, I can tell that he’s right on the verge of exploding.

Right as his balls tighten, I know that it’s time, and I quickly climb onto his lap so that his cock is between my legs. My hands immediately stop what they’re doing and grip the head and upper part of his shaft in one fist and squeeze as much of the blood out of it as I can.

“Does that feel good? It’s a little trick I learned.” I whisper with a small smirk as I watch my son close his eyes and gasp loudly. As I let him cool off, I realize that I’m on his lap, straddling my fucking son right now as he recovers. Despite the guilt and the shame that’s clouding my mind, I cannot deny that I’m more turned on than I have been in years.

After a few minutes, Josh opens his eyes. His mouth is half agape in bewilderment at as his chest continues to heave slowly. and I take a deep shuddering inward breath. His eyes meet mine, incredulous and surprised at the sudden end to his imminent climax.

“Now, what the fuck was THAT?” He asks, laughing as his hands move away from my breasts and down to hold my tight waist.

“Oh, nothing much. Just one of those little tricks I learned during my illustrious sexual escapades.” I say with chuckle. “It’s a neat little trick isn’t it?” I ask with a small grin on my face as my hands slap his cock against his bare chest. Josh looks adorable in front of me, and the way that his hands are clinging to me right now, the way that he’s staring at me makes me feel sexiest woman I alive. It’s a damn shame that he’s my son, because all I want to do right now is slide my pajamas off and let him fuck my brains out.

“Fuck, it is, yeah.” He replies with a wide grin on his face. “Why’d you stop though?” He asks, his fingers grabbing my waist a little bit tighter.

“Well baby, I didn’t want you to cum this quickly. If we’re really going to do this, then I’m gonna need you to last much much longer.” I say gently, my hand leaving his cock to trace the toned muscles on his chest and abdomen. “Besides, there’s still a lot more to learn.” I say pausing for a second to look down at his cock, which might just have grown a little bit bigger, before continuing, “Still, I’m impressed by how quickly you recovered.” I purr with a soft smile on my face as I look up at him again.

Maybe it’s the hormones flooding through my body right now, but Josh looks very sexy right now. I try as hard as I can to withstand the urge to do anything stupid, but everything hits me at once. The feeling of his hands on my waist, the solid and warm sensation of his cock, the fact that he’s my goddamn son. My panties are absolutely drenched right now, and I’ve never been hornier than I am right now.

In an instant, my resolve cracks and I raise my head to passionately kiss you. Immediately and reflexively his lips respond, tentative at first, but he eases into it and kisses me back. It feels wrong, kissing my little boy, but I’ve never been this turned on before. My panties are drenched, and it feels like I might just explode from how turned on I am right now.

He pulls back after a few seconds and stares at me, leaving me disappointed, but I suppose I cannot blame him. Kissing your mother? Well, that has to be weird. However, a few seconds later he presses his forehead against mine, the bridge of his nose against mine. I’m vaguely aware of his hands squeezing my hips, and I nestle into him a little bit more. “Fuck, best mom in the world.” He whispers as we lock eyes, before kissing each other again.

Well, kissing might have been an understatement. We hungrily make out with each other, the passionately and vulgar, wet sounds of our mouths standing out in the quietness of the room his cock once again strains against the cage of my hands still holding it. I roll my hips, gently grinding against his body. I pull away and we stare at each other again for a few seconds, taking in the heat of the moment. I might be dreaming, but in his eyes I see the same fiery lust that’s raging through my body right now. He confirms it, by leaning forward and ravenously kissing me once again. I moan in delight and return your kiss and suck on your lips.

As we hungrily make out with each other, I pull his neck so that his back is off the couch, and push against his thick cock so that it’s sandwiched between his bare stomach and my body. His hands move along with the motion of my hips, pulling me closer to your cock as our tongues explore each others mouth. After a few minutes, I move my head to your ear and whisper, “Have you ever kissed anyone like this?” I don’t bother waiting for an answer, instead moving back to kiss him, except this time I draw my lips back and kiss the side of his mouth with a wry chuckle. My breasts are pressed against his strong torso, and my hands run through your hair as I leave a trail of kisses from your strong jaw, to the nape of your neck.

That’s when my phone starts ringing. I pull away, looking at you with a sigh. “Sorry, I should get this.” I say dejectedly as I take my hand off your cock and lift up my ringing phone. “Go ahead, I’ll be around.” He says with a smirk on his face as he squeezes my hips again.

My eyes flicker back to him in an amused grin as I grab my phone, before groaning as I see the name. “Who is it?” Josh asks as he slightly lifts himself up, causing me to instinctively wrap around his neck. I turn the phone to him, and he groans. Of course, Steve had to call right now, when I was having fun. Especially after what he told me earlier at night. I just want to throw the phone down and get back to making out with my son, fuck, it seems crazy that I’m even saying that. However, Josh has other ideas.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Pick it up, Mom.” I can tell by the half smirk on his face that he’s really enjoying this.

“Why? Wouldn’t you rather get back to business?” I ask, narrowing my eyes slightly. “I would, but he is your husband. And you know that I would never try to get in the way of your marriage.” He says innocently. I had a feeling that the exact opposite of what he said would happen, but I push my feelings down. He was right though, I should pick up Steve’s call. I was kiiind of a bitch to him earlier, and I might as well make up amends.

“Hello, honey.” I say as I pick up the call, my eyes focused on the dashing young man in front of me. “Isha? Honey, I’m so sorry about what happened earlier.” He says.

It takes a minute for me to answer, mainly because Josh’s hands begin to creep up the hem of my sweater. I swat his hands away with an amused grin, before wrapping my free hand around his cock. “That’s fine baby, I apologize too. I know I was acting a little bit bitchy last night.” I hear a sigh on the other end of the phone. “Anyways, what are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve talked.”

“I’m straddling my son, stroking his thick cock while I talk to you,” That’s what I want to say. Instead, I choose the more sane option. “Nothing, I’m just watching a movie with J-Josh.”

I stutter at the end of my sentence as Josh brings his hands to my breasts, squeezing them again with a mischievous look on my face. In return, I squeeze his cock again, causing him to groan in pleasure. “Really? What are guys watching?”

I close my eyes as I rack my head, trying to think of an answer. It’s not easy, especially with my son’s hands groping and caressing my flesh. “Um, n-nothing special. Just some trashy horror movie.” I say while biting my lips, trying not to moan into the phone. Josh chuckles and pulls me closer to him, kissing my breasts through the thin wool. There’s no way that I’m gonna be able to keep myself in control, especially not with him teasing me like this, so I decide to turn the tables back on him. “Anyways, uh Josh wants to say hi.”

My son shoots me a dirty look at him, and I grin triumphantly at him. With a reluctant sigh, he takes the phone. “Hey, Steve, what’s up?” I instantly get to work, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck as both of my hands begin stroking his cock, my hips grinding against his. “Oh nothing, just the usual boring law stuff. What’s up with you, kiddo?”

Josh closes his eyes and hesitates, biting down a groan. “N-nothing, me and mom are just watching a movie.” My little boy’s struggling now, and I look up and flash him a grin as I kiss his collarbone again. Serves him right for teasing me when I’m on the phone with my husband. “Why are you both stuttering, is there a problem with the insulation?” He asks, his voice slightly questioning. I know that his mind won’t jump to any conclusions, he’s not as dirty-minded as the two of us, and so I let Josh do the honors of answering his question.

“Um, yeah. I wanted to talk to you about that actually.” He whimpers, closing his eyes as my hands slow down, giving his dick long and heavy strokes. “Ugh, well I’ll send a few people to check it out tomorrow if you want.”

“No-no, it’s fine dad. Me and Mom are good, thanks for asking though!” His voice trembles and quivers, dangerously close to exposing the truth now. Steve might not be as dirty as us, but he isn’t an idiot. Sooner or later, he’s gonna understand what’s going on, and that’s a discussion I’d rather avoid having. Apparently Josh thinks the same, because he blurts into the phone, “ANYWAYS, Gottagodosomething, bye!

“Wai-” The phone call cuts as he throws it to the side, before bringing his hands to my heads and pulling me in for another passionate kiss. I giggle as my lips meet his, my hands reaching up to wrap around his neck as we make out with each other for a few seconds. “Smoothly done,” I say with a smirk as I pull away and press my forehead against his.

“Yeah well, fuck you.” He says with a chuckle as his eyes sparkle with mischief. His hands are at the base of my sweater once again, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants.

I look into his eyes for a second, thinking about what I need to do, well I try to at least. Josh closes the distance between our lips, and I once again discover myself making out with my son once again. I’m sure that Josh knows it’s not easy to think in a situation like this, hell, he’s probably counting on it. To be honest, even I want to as well, no matter how bad it is. “Mom, please?” He asks between kisses, and my resolve melts like wax from a candle.

“My baby boy wants to see his mother’s tits, huh.” I giggle I pull away from him as I run my hands through his thick black hair, breathing heavily as I lean in to send a trail of kisses down his neck. “Well, you have done a very good job thus far.” I purr into his ear as my other hand snakes down to give his another cheeky stroke, before pulling away both hands away. “I know, mom, that’s why I’m asking. Can I pleeasee see your tits?” He asks, his hands moving up my body and running over my back. I chuckle and stop my barrage of pecks, and look up at him.

“What a forward young man you are, asking to see your mother’s breasts.” I say with a click of my tongue, a wide grin on my face as I pull myself upwards. “Mmm, I dunno, don’t you think it’s wrong to see my boobs? After all, you are my son.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.” He replies, his hands slowly moving down to my hips. “Oh really? What about Hanna?” I ask innocently, my eyes twinkling with mischief as my other hands move up his body to where his neck is. My thumb slowly brushes against his Adam’s apple, and not for the first time that day, I realize just how sexy he is. “Forget her, she’s not even close to you.”

I’ll admit, hearing that I’m sexier than a college-aged girl turns me on, a lot. Especially when the girl in question is Hanna, who must have guys falling all over her. I smirk at him as my hands move down to the base of my jumper. tease you by pulling my sweater up slightly, revealing a trace of my toned abdomen, before pulling it down again. “You know, hearing about how sexy your mother wouldn’t hurt.”

Josh’s eyes widen, and his hands tightly wrap around my waist. “Mom, you’re the sexiest person I know. I’m not joking when I say that most of my friends would fuck you in a heartbeat.” I raised an amused eyebrow, but let him continue. “I love how you take care of yourself. Even though you’re nearly forty, you’re just so fuckable.” His hands move up my body to squeeze my breasts, “I love how soft your boobs are, mom. I love how perky your nipples are.” He whispers, his hands now moving down my body to where my ass is. “I love your ass, it’s so fucking soft and juicy.” He says as his fingers dig into my flesh. I look down at him as his words ring in my ears, before nodding slowly. “That’s exactly what I was looking for honey.” I say with a chuckle.

I lift the thin woolen sweater up again, this time right below my breasts, so that they’re shape is highlighted when I pull up. I raise my eyebrows as I pull it up further, causing the shape of my breasts to accentuate even more. “Tell me Josh, do you like having your mother on your lap, knowing that she’s going to teach you everything?” I ask with a chuckle. I let my sweater fall back down and kiss him passionately again. Josh returns my kiss in earnest, his hands groping and squeezing my ass-cheeks, causing me to moan in pleasure. He’s very good with his hands, using just the right amount of force to make me feel good.

We make out for a few more seconds, before I pull back again. This time around, I sneak my hands into the sweater and I peel it off my body from the inside and cover my breasts with my arm as I slide the sweater over my head and fling it across the room. “Does the thought of your mother teaching you how to slide that thick wonderful cock of yours into her mouth sound hot? Does the thought of your mother teaching you how to make her your slut make your cock throb? Does the thought of exploding inside the same pussy that made you turn you on? Well honey, we’re going to be doing all of that, and a lot more.”

Josh may have been hard before, but now his cock might as well have been made of steel. I shiver as his hands travel up my body to my stomach, his palms feeling icy cold as they gently squeeze my waist. I moan softly as his thumb traces out the faint outlines of my abdomen, my eyes looking down at my son. “Holy Fucking Shit.” He whispers. He clearly wasn’t expecting this level of depravity from me, but from how the tip of his dick oozed precum, I could tell that he clearly didn’t mind. I wink at him, before letting my arm fall to the side, exposing my bare breasts to my son.

Josh and I stare at each other for a split second, his eyes drilling into me as we both look at each other. Then in the blink of an eye, his hands are on my breasts, kneading and groping my caramel breasts. “Fucking hell, mom.” He whispers, and I cannot help but agree. Playing with them through my sweater was one thing, but now? There was a HUGE difference. His warm hands felt amazing against my skin, and the way his fingers dug into my soft skin ran shivers up my bare spine. My nipples were rock-solid now, and Josh took notice of that fact. His fingers pinched my nipples, tugging them while the rest of his hands cupped my breasts, groping them softly as he moaned. “Your tits are perfect.” He says breathlessly. I didn’t pay much attention to his words, lewd moans slipping out of my lips. Ever since I had Josh, my breasts had gotten a lot more sensitive, so much so that I didn’t like my lovers touching them. With Josh however, it was different. He knew exactly what he had to do and how much pressure to apply. The only thing that could provide a half decent explanation for this, was the fact that he was my son.

I bite my lip as Josh then leaned forward, brushing his lips against the smooth skin of my breast. We both stare into each other’s eyes as he gently latches onto my areola, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Oh baby, fuck, that feels so good.” I moan breathlessly as he flicks his tongue, playing around with my nipple.

His mouth is absent for a moment, the sounds of his sucking giving way to the slippery whisper of my hand sliding faster across his shaft. “Is that better? shall I use my teeth?” He asks, quickly return to sucking once more, eyes watching for my reply.

“Baby, fuck, use your teeth.” I whisper, my other hand wrapping around his neck as I pull him closer to my body.

A brief smile curls the edges of his mouth as I give him permission, and his right hand slides up to grip and mould my tit as it presses in from either side between thumb and forefingers in a V, forcing it to protrude outwards and forwards as his lips rearrange and let more if it inside the hot wetness of my hungry mouth. His lips have coated both of my aereolas with saliva, and I throw my head back and moan loudly as his teeth rub against them. He looks up playfully into my eyes to savor the moment when they finally close in on my nipple. “Fuck yes baby.” I whimper as he gently bites from above and below to trap my teat in between.

I feel another gentle bite, this time with a gentle lingering tug. I look down to see him sucking on my nipple, a small smirk in his eyes as his attention reverts right back, switching to my left breast this time. His tongue gives it a few quick willing laps, moistening it before his lips clamp down and his tongue and teeth start to take turns. The thumb of his right hand rubs like a pendulum over the slick of my right nipple, which drives me even crazier.

“Josh, baby, oh fuck!” I moan loudly as his teeth graze against my nipple again, holy shit that feels so good. Steve’s never been able to make me feel this way before, and he’s gone all the way with me. Part of me wonders, if I’m feeling good right now, then how amazing would it feel if he slid his cock into me? Those thoughts are blown to pieces as I feel him nip down on my nipple again, my mouth letting out a loud squeal. “Baby, baby, FUCK yes!” I shout, my eyes rolling up as he bites my nipples gently.

I cannot let him have ALL the fun, I should do something that blows his mind. It’s hard to think in a situation like this, and the only thing that comes to my mind is focusing on his dick once again. This time around though, I use a different technique, and use my left hand to wrap around the bottom half of his heavy shaft, holding it upright as I gently pull some of the skin down. I extend my right thumb and fingers downward, grasping the head like I’m holding a screw-on bottlecap, and rotate back and forth almost as if I’m screwing that cap on and off.

Josh pauses his assault for a few seconds, moaning loudly as my hands begin working his cock. “Best. Mom. Ever.” He repeats breathlessly, before going back to sucking my breasts. This goes on for a few minutes, my hands hungrily stroking his meat while he sucks and nips on his mothers nipples. The situation’s incredibly erotic, and this might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever done. His cock’s leaking copious amounts of precum, a white sticky river flowing out of your tip. I’m surprised by just how much he’s leaking, in fact, I reckon that more precum has oozed out of his tip as compared to my husband’s full load. I decide that if this goes on any longer, I won’t be able to hold myself back from jumping on your thick white dick, and I pull my breasts away from you. It’s time to finish this.

I smirk at him as I pull away. God, his little moans sound adorable as he struggles to hold on. Hismouth hangs open as he feels my nipple tugged from between the gentle grip of his teeth, a subdued sucking pop as my lips take their last lingering suck. “Mom, why’d you st-”

His words are interrupted as my lips discover his once more, my tongue slipping into his mouth. This time around, our kisses are more urgent, and as a result much much more sloppy. Josh moves his hands down to squeeze my ass cheeks while I kiss him, my hands continuing on their quest to make my son cum. “Fuck, that’s so fucking good.” He whimpers between kisses, and I just giggle. There’s spit dripping off our mouths now, which falls onto my breasts and his stomach, joining the river of precum that’s oozing down his shaft.

Josh’s cock is starting to feel like it’s about to explode any moment now, and I pull my mouth away, instead pressing my forehead against his. “Oh fuck Mom, I’m so close, Imsoclose…” he stammers as the bridges of our noses brush against each other while I give him what might just be the world’s best handjob, “That’s it baby, I know you want to cum. Just let me know when you’re ready, I want you to cover mommy’s pretty face like the dirty slut she is. I want you to paint her face white.” I coo.

“I’m gonna – soon, FUCK- mom.” His words are almost a babble now, and I know that any second now I might be covered in my son’s cum. Soon enough, his balls tighten and his cockhead gives one last furious throb.

I instantly shift off of him, my hands adjusting their position so that they’re stroking his cock in long, fluid motions and quickly get down on my knees, bringing my main hand to the tip of your cock which is just inches away from my face right now. “Come on baby, cum all over mommy’s face. Paint her face white like the slutty whore she is, baby, I want your cum so so so bad.” I whimper as I point his dick towards me.

“OH my fucking god.” Josh moans, his toes curling as he looks down at me, his own mother, begging for his seed. I’m betting that even without the added context, it might just be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. How the fuck did it even come to this, me standing underneath my son as I furiously pumped his cock, begging and moaning for his cum? When did this loving lesson transform into what might be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done in my life? Maybe it was when I let him touch my breasts, or maybe it was when my hands wrapped around that beautifully delicious cock? Or maybe, just maybe, it was when he came down to vent about his girlfriend? Well, there was no way of knowing, but there was one thing that we both knew for sure. Josh would never complain about handjobs, ever again. “That’s right, beg for my cum.” He says breathlessly, his hands instinctively grabbing a fistful of my tangled black hair. His words weren’t exactly the most eloquent, but they get the job done, and the added grip on my hair just adds brownie points. “That’s right, I want all of it. Cum all over my body. I’m yours, baby, please give me every single drop of your thick white seed.” I reply, licking my lips as I looked up at my son.

Those words apparently do it, because the next thing I know, a rope of thick, white cum explodes out of his cock and lands near the top of my forehead, streaking down from my hairline down across my eye and down to my bottom lip. I close my eyes and giggle as his cock pulses violently again and his dick shoots a river of cum that splashes across my forehead of drips down my eyebrows. “FUCK, holy shit mom, don’t stop!” He groans as he squints his eyes. In response to his words, my hands begin jerking him off even faster, cooing and encouraging him to cover me with more of his seed. Ropes of cum repeatedly burst from the head of his dick, literally dousing my face with a torrent of his warm cum. I moan as he draws my head closer, until his cock is a mere inch away from my lips, as cum continues to shoot out of it. A stray rope blows across my nose, followed by one that clears my face and stretches into my black hair. It’s almost as if his orgasm never ends. I look up at Josh a wide grin on my face as his cock continues to pump the last few spurts out, a low sighing moan intermixed with a juddered exhalation as the next few spurts attempt to reach my chin, dripping and rolling off it in slow sticky dangling threads that drip towards my chest and down the front of my neck.

My face is covered with a web of cum; at least 20 streaks of thick white cum hang from my forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, chin and even my hair. “Ohhh fuck. Fuck mom. That was incredible. You look incredible.” He says breathlessly, and I have to agree. I’m practically drenched in your seed, streaks of your sticky white baby batter covering practically every inch of my face My chest and neck a are glazed in white as well, and drops of my his cum fall from my cheeks and onto my breasts. There’s enough of his jizz to fill a small glass. I lay there, panting with your semi-hard cock in my hands. “Fuck baby, that was amazing. I might need a picture of this” I say softly. Josh chuckles and picks up my phone, and I smile at the camera as he takes a few photos of his mother’s cum-covered face. “Wait, turn your face a bit, yes- just like that” He says, and I follow his words, showing off the extent of our combined debauchery as I model my beautiful, cum-covered face for him with a smile. “I’m sending these to myself, for um, future reference.” He says with a small laugh.

While he does that, I look back down at his half-swollen cock. Even though he just came, it’s starting to grow larger again, albeit much more slowly. My curiosity wins out, and in spite of my better judgement, I lean forward to stick my tongue out to give the tip a small lick, before giving it a soft kiss.

“Mom? What are yo- Oh fuuuck.” Josh says raspily with wide eyes as I pull away from him while giggling. “You are so so naughty Mom.” He hands my phone back to me and chuckles, “Those might just be the sexiest photos ever taken, I just had to make them your wallpaper.”

I unlock my phone, and sure enough, my home screen wallpaper is an image of me covered in his cum. I cock my head and raise my eyebrows at him, before standing up. “Jesus, that has to be the biggest load I’ve ever seen. It’s the stuff I’ve dreamed about, and to think it came from my little boy.” I say with a click of my tongue as I look at you with a smirk on my face.

Josh shrugs his shoulders as he comes closer to me, “Well hey, you know who to come to if you ever want more.” He says with a chuckle as his arms wrap around my waist, his hands giving my ass a tight squeeze.

I roll my eyes at him with a small grin on the edge of my lips. “We’ll see, anyways, I need my beauty sleep.” I say, blowing a kiss to him while stepping back. Josh nods as he lets go of me, a triumphant smile, that I doubt will ever fade away, lighting up his face. As I turn around, I feel a small slap on my ass, and turn around with an amused smirk on my face. “Oh we are SO having a conversation about this tomorrow, young man.”

I hear Josh laugh as I make my way towards the stairs, “I was counting on it. Get some sleep Mom.” He says as I head up the stairs to my bedroom.

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