Let her go

"I wouldn't want to keep you from your friends." She gives you a weary smile and slowly extracts herself from your cock.

"Thanks sweetie. It means a lot to me." She begins pulling her pants back on and you finally notice that she is wearing a grey suit with a frilly blouse: her typical conservative suburban mom garb. As she pulls up her pants, you realize you have one last spurt in you, and with more range than you have ever had before, you shoot it onto her from halfway across the room. It splatters right onto her face and jacket.

You grin sheepishly. "Sorry mom." She looks looks down at herself. Her face is covered, along with a stripe of cum on her jacket. Her pants have a spreading dark spot from the cum leaking out of her body.

She sighs. "It's fine. Mrs. Garcia has seven sons. The other ladies are used to seeing someone a little messy." With no time to change or clean up, she hurries out the door, still covered in your cum.