Yes! Fondle those glorious orbs

Excitement is written on your face. Seconds after your mother brings forth her offer, you start leaning forward. You can feel her breath on your skin, as your bodies occasionally brush against each other.

Your hands hastily shoot forth, but you are able to settle them slowly on your mother's meaty mountains. "Where did this confidence come from?" you ask yourself for only an instant, then return to groping.

"Fuck, mom. They look and feel sooo good," you begin to moan. An appreciative sound escapes your mother's lips, as you begin to carefully massage her boobs. You two are not the only ones enjoying this encounter, though. Your dick is throbbing painfully now, small spurts of pre-cum already dripping from the tip, running down the shaft.

Your mother's breathing is quickening, her nipples feel harder than ever underneath your palms. All of this sensory exploration really is doing a number on both of you. Your mother suddenly senses the immediacy of your release. "You are almost there, baby. I can feel it. Will you please do it? Will you come on your mommies tits?" she pants, breathlessly.

A moment of silence is shared between the both of you, as you look into each other's eyes. Your's are full of sexual frustration and pain, her’s shining with pride and encouragement.

Then, from one moment to the other, your body goes rigid. Once exploring, your hands are now completely frozen, their grip on your mother's breasts lost. Your eyes close instinctively, from the overwhelming feeling.

Waves of pleasure surge through your balls and out of your dick. You are cumming. Cumming like you haven’t ever done before. The liquid rockets forth, coating your mother's tits and chest in front of you with pure white cream.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moan with each wave, shaking, the orgasm taking full control of your muscles. Each released white stream makes you feel more at ease, though. More, like this is a normal thing. The pain slowly fades, too. And then you are done. Your load is spent.

Time stands still. For how long, you don't know. Everything turned absolutely quiet. The only thing you felt at this moment was total happiness. A feeling you fear might never return. You don't want to open your eyes, for it may have all just been a dream and you would wake up in that stupid bed of yours, with a case of morning wood. No sense in prolonging the inevitable, you finally decide.

Slowly opening your eyes, worry begins to cloud your previous feelings of pleasure and comfort as you spot your mother, kneeling before you. “Mom, I, I am so-”, you begin to say as she embraces you. She seemingly cleaned her chest, because you do not feel any cum on your body from the contact.

You open your eyes, as she pulls bag from the hug. “I am so proud of you, baby. You came so much for me. For my tits, I mean.” your mother smiles and laughs softly. “Th- thanks. Mom?” you look at your mother, her chest still naked in front of you, but clean.

“Can we do that again?” you ask, anxiously. A reassuring smile fills you with excitement. “Of course baby. Anytime you need to.” your mother says, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "You know I have a name, too, right?" your mother smiles at you brightly. This falls on deaf ears, as you are still revelling in your pleasures. Your mother leans into you, and whispers into your ear: "It's susan," she says, like you had never heard her name before, "but if you want to keep calling me mom, or mommy. Or whatever you need to to cum, just go ahead," she finishes with another kiss, this time on your cheek. A small streak of saliva is revealed as she moves back again.

Standing up straight, your mother clears her throat to gain your attention: "But now it's time for dinner, don't you think?" she mother asks, in a contrastingly casual tone. She gets up and moves out of your room. All the while, you follow her jeans-clad ass, jiggle from side to side.

"You know. We can do much more than just titty stuff, baby." your mother adds, stopping for a brief moment in the corridor, close to the stairs. Then, all you can hear is your mother humming happily. Your happiness is equally hightened, and you grin at all the ideas floating around in your head. So many ways of using your mommy to cum. So much more than 'just titty stuff'.