He cums

John’s thighs clamped tight around Olivia’s head as the first hard clench rippled through his ass. His hole seized around her tongue, pulsing and squeezing, and a raw, broken groan tore from his chest. Olivia tried to pull back the instant she felt it, but she was a fraction too late.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock in heavy, uncontrolled jets. The first shot painted a long white stripe across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. The second and third caught her open mouth and the side of her face as she jerked away with a sharp, startled shriek. Cum splattered across her forehead, her eyelashes, the corner of her lips; warm, sticky strands dripped down her chin and onto her collarbone. More of it landed in her hair and across the upper slope of her chest.

She sat back on her heels, eyes wide, face dripping, breathing hard from the surprise.

Her stepmother made a soft, disappointed sound. “Oh, baby… I’m sorry.” She reached out and gently wiped a thick streak from Olivia’s cheek with her thumb, then licked it clean herself. “But you should have stayed on him. When a man is that close, you take it. You swallow every drop. That’s part of taking care of him.” Her voice stayed calm, almost maternal, even as she scolded. “Next time you won’t pull away.”

Olivia’s face burned under the mixture of cum and embarrassment, but she stayed quiet.

John was still rock-hard. His cock stood thick and flushed against his stomach, the head shiny and swollen, a slow bead of leftover cum already gathering at the slit. He looked almost dazed, chest rising and falling deeply.

The older woman turned to him with a small, curious smile. “Still hard. Good. What’s your favorite position, birthday boy?”