Eating Ice Cream With Mom

Mom and I stop at one of the ice cream shops on the third floor, right next to the big game shop. I order a triple ball ice cream, with my favorite combination of flavors, mint, chocolate, and orange. And since mom doesn’t have much hunger, she just orders a simple strawberry ice cream cone.

We are served quickly, and we sit down on one of the tables next to the store. We can see down the other two floors, and I get to admire the scale of the mall even more -- I even get a bit of vertigo when looking down, and we are only on the third floor. I also look up, and I’m treated by the sight of two girls talking next to the railings of the floor. The railings are made from glass of course, so I can see through them, and up their skirts. One of them isn’t even wearing panties, but I can’t really see much detail of her naked ass, I can only see that she doesn’t have underwear.

But as we start relaxing at the ice cream shop, and we enjoy the sweet taste of ice cream cones, I look at the options I could have chosen. I didn’t pay attention to the store before, but now I look at the counter, and a sign, which says that these ice creams are apparently really special -- I don’t know what that means, but they are pretty tasty, probably the best ice cream I’ve ever tried.

I keep looking around, and I spot an employee carrying a huge jar of what seems like milk for the ice creams. I can’t find anything special in that, but when he passes the jar to one of his colleagues, I can see that they have a bunch of these big jars, all filled with creamy liquid. I keep looking, just out of curiosity, and I discover what these ice creams are made of. I can’t see much at first, since there is a guy blocking the view with his back, but then I witness the process of filling this jars up -- and it’s not a very pretty one.

I finally have a good view of what’s happening, but I almost wish I didn’t. There’s a guy holding an empty jar, but to fill it, he seems to be jerking off directly on top of it. Within seconds, he busts a huge nude into the jar, filling it almost to the top, to then pass it again to someone else, and repeat the process - Holy cum!! What the-... How did he fill up that jar with his… Oh god, that was a huge load!!

I freeze, not only from the ice cream, but from the shock of seeing how this ice cream is made. I’m horrified by the fact that I just watched how a guy came inside a jar, which is later used to make the ice cream I’m currently eating - Does this mean I’m tasting some random dude’s cum??. But as I start to panic, I look again, and I realize that the jars are labeled. Some jars have a label that says “Women”, and the other ones say “Men”. I can’t figure out what that means, but I continue looking around.

I try to ignore the guys jerking off into jars, which there are a lot of now that I pay attention to. I don’t want to see that, it’s just disgusting. But I am delighted to see that the girl employees are doing the same, or something very similar. I can see a topless girl, holding her naked tits, and squeezing them to squirt massive loads of milk from her nipples. She is filling the entire jar with her breastmilk, and it only takes her 8 seconds to completely fill it. Her milk streams are powerful, and they are so arousing to watch, but it’s better to see her giant titties leaking, filling a whole jar with that delicious milk, which even overflows, and cascades from the jar -- it’s probably the best thing I’ve seen in my entire life.

She is not done though, she grabs another jar, starts squeezing her other boob, and more milk begins to come out. She repeats the process over and over again, just like the guys jerking off. And apparently she is very efficient at doing it. She seems to be the only girl working at that store, but she is able to produce so much with her milky titties. I notice that there are 13 jars full of breastmilk, and only 4 full of cum -- and even though it is hard to tell, I think they are distinguishable by their color.

Damn, she must produce a lot of milk to keep up with the demand… No wonder there are so many people coming here, they just want to drink breastmilk or cum… Now this changes everything, I need to buy ice cream from here more often - I say to myself, while perversely smiling, as I have now learned that I’m eating an ice cream made out of breastmilk, and I love to see how it was made. But while I’m relieved to see that there’s a hot girl with massive titties making this delicious ice cream for me, I also realize that mom is tasting the semen of a random guy.

I look at mom, and she seems to be enjoying her ice cream a lot. It makes sense, since it is literally made out of cum, or at least it seems like it. But it’s extra sexy for me, because she is licking it enthusiastically, like it is a large cock, leaking with precum, and melting in her hot mouth. The simple act of eating ice cream suddenly turns quite erotic for me, and so I begin getting distracted by my horny mind.

Mom somehow got a bit if ice cream spilled on her top. She is wearing a tight blouse, so she is exposing a lot of cleavage, and it gives me the perfect view of her gorgeous assets, as well as the ice cream that she spilled. I stare at her chest for a long time, probably more than I should, but being careful not to seem too horny. Mom notices my staring, but she realizes she has stained herself a little, so she giggles, and wipes the ice cream from her huge titties with her finger -- and while I’m sure she didn’t mean to, it’s insanely hot for me.

I had found myself staring at her breasts before, I just can’t help it, they are huge - I mean, who wouldn’t look at them? They are just too perfect to be ignored, specially when she wears these clothes. I am not good at guessing cup sizes, but I know my mother’s breasts are well above average. But as I keep staring at her round, juicy tits, I start fantasizing about my own mother, and I don’t even notice it - Man, how I wish to be a baby to suck on them milkers once again… I would give anything to suck her nipples, I want to taste her milk, I’m sure it will be great for ice creams…

Oh shit, I’m getting horny from staring at my mom’s breasts, aren’t I?... What the hell is wrong with me?... I mean, she is pretty hot, but… Right, forget about it - I ask myself, trying to come back to my senses, and hope I don’t get too horny for my mother. But right as I draw my eyes to something else, which hopefully doesn’t turn me on more, mom starts looking at me. I’m not able to look away fast enough though, and I think she smiles at my nervous reaction. I’m pretty sure she knows I was looking at her breasts after her little ice cream incident, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

In fact, mom notices she still has a bit of ice cream between her breasts, and it’s dripping down her chest. I bet it must feel uncomfortable for her, but I can’t help but imagine how hot it would look like. I even get a bit jealous of that piece of ice cream - it’s just traveling down the most beautiful mountains in the entire world, the Valley of Love, as I like to call it. But if that wasn’t sexy enough for me, mom shoves a finger down her blouse, and sticks it right between her breasts. I don’t know if she is doing this intentionally or not, but I’m enjoying watching her struggle to get that piece of ice cream out of her chest.

But after she finally gets it out, she just casually looks at me, and smiles. I’m already horny from staring at her boobs, but now she holds her finger up, and licks the ice cream she wiped off. She sucks on her finger, while playfully staring right into my eyes. She is not breaking eye contact with me, so I try my hardest not to look away, just because I know things can get pretty awkward from here -- even though it already seems like she is hinting at something sexual with that gesture.

But as I try not to think of anything sexy, that’s when I imagine her sucking my cock - I wish she could sensually lick my dick like she is doing with her finger, and moan my name to give her some nice milk…. Ok what the fuck? I need to stop thinking like that… She is my mother for fuck’s sake. I quickly recompose myself, but it’s hard not to look at mom’s sexy way to eat her ice cream. But after she finishes licking her finger, she just smiles at me again.

“What?...” - mom asks with a giggle, probably knowing what she is doing to me. She can’t see it, but I have a raging erection under the table, and I’m trying my best to hide it, or make it go away. But apart from that little problem, her seemingly innocent question embarrasses me instantly, and I can’t help but blush hard. But thankfully she changes the topic fast -- I don’t think I could have said anything if she didn’t, so I’m glad we are past all this sexy ice cream stuff.