She took a deep breath, and slowly let it out as a sigh. I am okay to cum on every part else but not my face. I could hear my heart beating, but only barely over the sound of air rushing in and out of my nose. Watching my mom's face while I beat off was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced. She was trying to be very matter-of-fact about everything.
I tried to match the pace of my eating with hers, so that I wouldn't seem too eager. Mom gave the dishes a quick rinse, and then put them in the dishwasher. They cited a controversial study which showed that it might actually be healthier for the son to enact his fantasy, rather than dwelling on it for a lifetime. No drug could replicate the euphoria that I was feeling at that moment. I stood over my mom, gave my shaft a hard squeeze, and aimed right for her mouth.
I tried to stand up so that I could position myself in front of my mother, but my legs were weak and my knees were rubbery. Her face pointed ever-so-slightly up at me, providing a perfect canvas for me to paint with my cum. After a few more squirts I was finally done, leaving my mom's face a hot sticky mess. When he finishes emptying his load on my face I usually will wipe it off with baby wipes and he will immediately start licking my pussy and ass, which leads to multiple deep orgams. Every inch of my body was being controlled by my wanting cock.
At that moment, I felt like I could take on the entire world. I tightened my grip, gave my shaft a few hard pumps, and felt my balls contract as I shot my first rope of sticky cum. I got up from my bed, grabbed the closest pair of sweatpants that I could find, and tried to stuff my raging hard-on into them. Where was she going with this? So he's probably paranoid that his cum is abnormal in some way, and you're going to gossip about it with your gal pals. I'd venture to say that it's in his jizz, or more specifically, where he jizzes.
I would usually browse the internet, or play video games, or finish whatever homework was leftover from the bus ride home after school. I felt a lot better, and the uncontrollable lust that had prompted my original question was returning to me. This created a circus tent in my pants, but I knew how to deal with that. She regained her composure before I did. Time slowed down as my cum flew through the air, eventually landing on the right side of my mother's face.
I wanted to run upstairs to my room and dive out the window, but I was too petrified with fear to move. It was a pretty awkward situation to be in considering I dragged this dude into the back of a cab in the middle of a blizzard, taking him all the way to Brooklyn even though he lived in Hell's Kitchen, and all the while I enumerated the various filthy ways I planned on riding him once we got home. I reached the stairs, and started my descent. I was surprised how good it felt…warm and wet. Title your feedback: Your feedback to : If you would like a response, enter your email address in this box: Please type in the security code You may also. What ensued was four hours of unapologetic self-gratification. When a growing boy's hormones are going out of control, they can be attracted to pretty much anything.
My breath became heavy, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I was still seated, and we were almost at eye level when she kneeled. Are you sure you want to do that? The son was doing great now, and his mother said that they were closer than ever. I anchored my feet to the floor so that I wouldn't fall over, as the immense pleasure was making me feel light-headed. I ejaculated a powerful stream, fully covering Mom's lips and chin in white translucent goo. With a heavy heart and a stiff member, I decided to hold my orgasm off until after dinner, when I could really enjoy what I had setup for myself.
I anchored my feet to the floor so that I wouldn't fall over, as the immense pleasure was making me feel light-headed. This in turn makes my nipples hard and gets my clut throbbing as I know I am pleasing him. She was trying to be very matter-of-fact about everything. I'm just about to bring everything to the table, hun. She waited again, trying to get a grip on the situation.