Come on Mommy's Face

Becca reached up and took my cock, stroking it directly at Mom's face.

"Come on her face, Billy," she whispered. "I want to see."

"Mommy, I want you to make yourself come. Play with your tits and your pussy until you feel my come on you."

"Oh yes, Billy," she sighed, her hands going to her nipples, pulling on them hard and twisting. Then one hand went back down into her panties. She began stroking herself is small circles. Becca's hand was faster on my cock, more insistant; she twirled her grip as she stroked.

Mom started to moan and I could feel my balls starting to boil.

"Oh, yeah, brother... come for me. Come on her."

I looked down at my Mom's hands cupping her breasts. Her shadowed eyes were closed and her mouth was open right in front of my dick as she moaned, bouncing up and down slightly as she finger fucked herself. Becca's hand looked so small and pale on my cock as she stroked my one last time.

Then I was coming in ropes, splattering Mom's face, neck, hair and chest. I came once, twice, three times. Then I pushed forward, putting my cock directly in Mom's mouth, and she began to suck, taking the come from me, her hand going to my cock, milking me. Behind her, Becca was licking her fingers of the little bit of come on them.

"Good work, Mom... so good." She looked at me and smiled, hazily, satisfied with her work.