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...Before, and John couldn't tell quite how she managed it so quickly and smoothly, she was suddenly gripping and pumping his cock inside his jeans. John drew in a breath sharply as she began giving him a handjob.

"Let's just make sure you're OK before I go," his mom said nonchalantly. She flexed her shoulders slightly, and despite not having appeared to have been under any undue strain, her top ripped apart, bearing her firm tits to John, a few inches from his face. They rapidly got closer, though, as she used her free hand to grab his head and **** him face first into her cleavage, her other hand accelerating his handjob as she pulled him through his fly, exposing his dick to her.

Johan expected that he would last a while, especially after having just come in Zoe, but he found himself on the edge of coming almost immediately. Feeling him beginning to tense up, his mom pulled back and knelt down slightly, aiming his cock at her face as he began to come. John shot hard, and repeatedly, covering her face, hair, and upper torso with his spunk thoroughly.

Susan drew a small amount of his spunk into her mouth as she stood up. "You seem fine," she said after swallowing. She stood there for a minute, giving John time to soak in her casual acceptance of having his outsize load all over herself. "Have some consideration for others and don't sit where you are blocking traffic, OK dear," she said, as his spunk dripped from her face onto her chest.

She headed down the stairs as John watched his spunk begin to flow around her on its own. The spunk on her face and torso spiraled down, over the shattered remains of her halter top, dissolving it, and then gained definition, becoming a full length blouse, but open except for the last button so her nipples and stomach were half exposed, while that in her hair went around back and became a fetching scrunchy, drawing her hair into a ponytail as it went.

As she passed out of sight John stood up, noticing that his jeans were once again on properly without his intervention. Looking down, he saw that he was completely dressed, without a stain anywhere. Not only that, but he didn't feel the least bit tired, sweaty, or drained, and in fact his dick still felt just short of hard, like he was just about to get a stiffy at the slightest impetus. He headed down the stairs.