Billy paints his mother

After a few more rapid thrusts, Billy pulled his cock from his mother’s mouth and started jerking it furiously as he came. His first spurts landed on her face, streaking her cheek and chin, some landing in her open mouth. She swallowed, seemingly out of reflex and without a second thought. His last few spurts dribbled down onto and between her pale breasts.

Billy sighed, breathing deeply and gazing down at his mother, her face and tits splattered with his seed. She appeared suddenly flushed and embarrassed to have her son’s cum coating her face and tits, but almost against her will, her hand dipped down between her legs to massage her pussy, churning and frothing the forgotten whipped cream.

She looked up and him, and her flush deepened a little as she leaned forward and took her son’s softening cock back into her mouth, giving it a short, gently suck. Her hand moved with greater urgency between her thighs as she released Billy’s manhood and leaned back, propping herself up with her free hand and exposing her cream covered pussy to his gaze. Her other hand rubbed her clit, and she moaned softly. It was only a few moments before her body tensed and she cried out. Her fingers strummed her clit furiously as she bucked against her hand, moaning loudly.

Half a minute later, the spasms subsided and her hand rubbed her pussy in slow, wide circles. She sat up, breathing deeply and looked up at her son. Billy stared down at her, a small smile on his face, wondering at how little mental prompting he did.

Both Billy and his mom were a bit spent at the moment, but it shouldn’t take long for them to recover. Maybe they’ll take a little time to get cleaned up, and retire to the bedroom. Then again, maybe Billy will take another go right here and now.