A (solo) game of Coat the Mayor

While coating a woman in gallons of incestuous spunk is never a bad idea, you decide you're not quite done with the mayor yourself - and besides, her youngest boy seems like he could stand a bit of variety. You address the young man without breaking your rhythm on his mother's cozy snatch.

"Well, Ralph, I actually think Kate has a few more-" unf "-tricks to show me before you get to all that. Kinda less fun to play with a toy after the other kids jizz all over it, know what I mean?"

He grips his monstrous prick and looks at you, a bit skeptical. "Yeah...sure, I know what you mean..."

"Great," you say quickly. "In that case, why don't you run along and see if there are any fine ladies out for a jog you can bust a load on." You give his mother a spank for emphasis. "It's a nice afternoon out there."

Ralph is less than enthused, but he's not putting up a fight. "Sometimes they can't really see so good after, and they get kinda lost on their way home...I could always just cum on their tits, though."

"Good man," you say firmly. "Very considerate. And hey, I'll just go ahead and hang onto the 'Zan, if that's cool?" You shake the bottle.

"Yeah. Cool. Good - uh - good to meet you, John." He wanders out the door, leaving the rhythmic slap of your freakish balls on Kate's stomach as the only sound in the room.

She cranes her neck to look at you, face smeared with spit, makeup running, hips bucking back along your gutbusting length . Gamely, she smiles, in a manner you'd still describe as seductive. "Ralph's a nice kid. We just need to get him out of the house more."

You grin back at her, shaking your head. "You're a hell of a woman, Mrs. H." Leaning forward, you grope one of her dangling tits as you bury yourself to the hilt.

"Hhmp - ah - if you say so, Mr. Doe. I hope it's not too personal if I tell you this is a nice - oof - change of pace."

Again, you have to laugh at the incongruity of it all. "Not at all, ma'am. That's very kind of you to say. And if I may return the compliment, this snug little quim of yours is a wonderful place to park a cock." So wonderful, in fact, that the pressure valve on your scrotum is close to blowing. "Madame Mayor, seeing as we're alone, would you be so kind as to kneel in front of me and open your mouth? This constituent would like to bust a nut on your face."

Wordlessly, she pulls herself off of you (plop) and spins on the filthy floor, as you rise to your feet and aim your new third leg. You can still grip it one hand, barely, and her juices on your shaft are slick beneath your stroking fingers. You lock eyes with Kate, who stares back expectantly, sticking her tongue out as far as it'll go.

You're still gazing into her baby blues when your mind goes blank, as a first spurt erupts and audibly splats against her forehead. The fat rope stretches from her hairline to the bridge of her nose, and it wobbles as more creamy-white arcs land, painting her flawless skin. Still, your canvas stays dutifully in position with her lips parted, even as you glue one eye shut and begin to fill up her open mouth.

Groaning, you stumble back against the wall, the continuing waves of pleasure so intense they're almost painful. Ralph was, in fact, not kidding. The wealthy politician before you is now coated from the neck up, as if she'd been nailed with a cummy water balloon or three, but your ****-powered orgasm just continues. Hands-free, your dick recoils and fires, balls visibly pulsing as you hose down the mayor's bare chest with their potent, sticky yield.

Finally, with an overwhelmed grunt, you squeeze the last drops onto her left nipple and lean back against the wall. The endorphin rush makes you lightheaded, and you're **** to close your eyes and breathe.

When you open them, Mrs. Hutchinson hasn't moved an inch. She kneels, good eye staring up at you, gloppy spiderwebs crisscrossing her face and soaking her hair. As her gaze catches yours, she parts her lips and lets her mouth overflow, spunk coursing down her neck and into the valley of her generous tits. She mashes them together before wobbling one in each hand, a thick strand stretching between them.

The sluttiness on display seems to go far beyond the notion of using her for your release - so much so that your eyes are close to bugging out of your head. "Too much?," the mayor asks, panting. "Ralph did tell me to show you how good at this I was, and as a public figure...I can't go around flouting the rules."

You feel like Mayor Hutchinson might be playing things up a bit, but you're not complaining. As if to prove that, she shoots a cum-crusted wink your way. "Not too much at all, Mrs. H," you reassure her. "I'd have to say you're the best sperm mop I've run into all afternoon."

The older woman has turned out to be a hell of a partner, and the sight of her marinating before you has your new cock thickening once again. Unsurprisingly, it looks like those pills have given your refractory period a boost as well - but are you ready to move on and see what fun you can get up to in the rest of the world? Or is there more unfinished business in this loving family home?