Baby oil

"Take of the sunglasses," your mother tells you, and you do so. She kneeling in front of you, between your legs, her hands holding her tits around your cock. Only the tip of your cock peeks up past the top of her tits at the moment. She is wearing a very wide-brimmed hat, a pair of sunglasses that covers half her face, a pair of muddy brown cowboy boots, and nothing else. Her entire body shines, coated in baby oil.

"Pick up the camera," she says, and you do off the ground next to you. "Take a picture." She flashes a wide smile and pushes her chest forward slightly, allowing the entire head of your cock to protrude from between her glimmering tits. You snap a picture, then drop the camera back to the ground, as she begins going to work.

She holds her tits tight together, gliding them up and down around your cock, occasionally leaning forward or leaning back to offer a different sensation. You feel yourself beginning to cum, but your mother stops suddenly, withdrawing sensation, watching your face through her sunglass-covered eyes until she sees the expression leave your face. She picks up the baby oil and pours it over the top of her chest, leaving a thick coat that quickly begins to run down her stomach. She wraps her tits around your cock again, enough oil still on them to form a small pool. She moves her tits up and down around your cock, twice as quickly this time, through a combination of leaning forward and back and lifting and pushing them down. This time, when she feels your orgasm begin to jerk your body around, she pushes your cock up most of the way to her neck, pressing her tits against your stomach. You release a thick and sizable load of cum onto her neck, where it slowly begins to ooze down.

Your mother again requests for you to take a picture of her, and you do so. She stands then, letting you drink in the sight of her body, capped at the ends with hat and boots, and gloriously, shiningly nude in between. As you watch, the cum slides down her lubricated chest, quickly between her tits, then more slowly at her stomach, some getting caught in her belly button, the rest becoming caught up in her small patch of pubic hair. You snap another picture of this sight, for good measure.

Your mother turns and walks towards the house. You eagerly follow her, camera in hand.