This happened to me a long time ago, I have changed names and obviously spiced it up for your enjoyment
Not even in her wildest dreams did Donna ever expect to be in the position she now found herself in. Down on the floor, kneeling in front of her only child, the stacked blonde mother had her head tilted back against the edge of her son's bed.
She'd come to Michael's apartment for a simple discussion, that was all. But somehow she had ended up like this, about to become the bull's-eye for a perverted game of target practice. She'd already taken off her delicate silk blouse to keep it from being ruined, and her large tits hung heavily as they strained against the lacy white cups of her bra.
Donna knew she shouldn't allow this wicked scene to progress any further, and yet she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so excited. She watched with wide, anxious eyes as her son lowered his pants and let his impressive shaft of cockmeat spring free. Michael was already stiff, getting incredibly hot from seeing his nearly-topless mother in such a compromising position.
"Oh, Mom," he gasped.
And with that, he began to stroke himself.
All Donna had wanted to do was talk with him. Her son was turning twenty in just a few days, a big milestone in any young man's life. Usually, Donna and her husband gave Michael an extravagant present for the occasion, something to show how proud they were of him. He rarely asked for much during the year, so his birthday was one of his few opportunities to get something really special.
But it didn't look like that would be possible this year. Just two months earlier, Donna's husband Steve had gotten a pay cut at work. His company went on about problems in the economy, although members of the senior staff were actually given raises. The family hadn't been living beyond their means, but the unexpected drop in income definitely hurt. With nearly $500 less coming in every month, Donna was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep up with their bills.
Worse than that, though, was the fact that they couldn't afford anything decent for Michael's birthday. Donna felt sick at the prospect of being unable to give her son something nice, especially for an event as important as the end of his teenage years.
She had actually considered calling her ex-husband, Michael's father, to see if he could help. But aside from knowing how unlikely his assistance would be, she knew how upset Michael would get if he found out. Her ex-husband had made Donna's life miserable, and at the tender age of ten Michael had taken it upon himself to confront his father about it.
"Yeah, I dare you to get a divorce, bitch!" he'd shouted over his son, knowing Donna could hear from the next room.
The next day Donna did file for divorce, and she owed it all to Michael for giving her the courage to do it. If he could stand up to his father, she certainly should be able to stand up to him, too. It was one of the many reasons why she'd do anything for him, and why she felt so bad about the current situation. She'd been meaning to talk to Michael about it for a couple of weeks, but just couldn't bring herself to break the bad news.
Finally, after putting it off longer than she should have, Donna forced herself to go through with it. She'd come to see Michael after dinner, once he had finished up his classes for the day at the local college. After explaining the situation, and pointing out that she'd do absolutely anything to make his birthday special, Donna listened as her son made the most disturbing, vile suggestion possible.
He had a present in mind that wouldn't require her to spend any money. In fact, it didn't require much effort out of his mother at all. All she'd have to do, Michael told her, was sit there while he jerked out a big load of cum onto her face.
Donna had been completely stunned, both from the obscene offer and the fact that Michael had the gall to suggest it to her. He explained that it was something he'd been dying to do to her for years, and his well-planned sales pitch was so good that it almost made her consider the idea. But Donna knew that she couldn't allow it. She couldn't possibly take part in something as sick and depraved as a son bathing his mother's face in his thick, warm cock cream.
With a firm declaration of her disgust, Donna had stormed out of his apartment. She'd driven over a block away when she felt something urging her to stop and go back. She wasn't sure what it was, but she simply couldn't ignore it. It felt like an overpowering voice that had been shoved far back into the recesses of her mind. Before she fully understood what she was doing, she had turned the car around, driven back, and walked back inside his apartment.
Almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience, Donna listened as she heard herself speaking. She heard her own voice as it changed her mind. She heard herself actually agree to the idea. She watched herself walk into the bedroom, unbutton her shirt, and encourage her son to spray his cum across her face.
Then, without hesitation, she had kneeled down in front of him.
Donna knew that what she was doing was terribly wrong... but God, it would be so incredibly kinky. The idea was making her mouth water, among other places, and parts of her that had been shut off for years suddenly felt alive again.
With her head leaning back against the mattress, Donna watched as Michael's hand slid up and down his cock.
"Ohhhh, God," he groaned. "I can't believe you're letting me do it."
A little dribble of juice began to leak from his puffy cockhead, and Donna unconsciously licked at her lips. The intense voice in her head encouraged her to take the fat, purple knob into her mouth so she could shove her tongue against the hole and taste the salty spunk. But she resisted the temptation, knowing that she couldn't let herself get carried away. She was going to willingly accept his spewing load onto her face, and that would be the end of it.
Donna looked up at her son, observing the way his face twisted itself into a mask of pleasure and determination. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer. As she watched him, their eyes met. Donna gave him a coy smile and bit her lower lip.
His hand started working faster.
"Good. Give me a real big load, honey. You know you aren't supposed to do naughty things like this to your mother, so you need to make it count."
Michael was rapidly nearing the edge, and his mom's nasty tone of voice was enough to push him over. He put his hand on the top of her head for support. It was time for the big finish.
"Ohhh... ohhh, Mom!"
Donna took a deep breath, knowing that his climax was just a few seconds away. She could barely wait for it to start.
"Gonna... gonna cum...!!!"
The moment Michael had long been waiting for finally arrived. With a rapid fury of strokes, he let it all go.
It seemed like it was happening in slow motion as Donna watched his cock erupt. A large, thick shot spurted from the swollen head, hitting the prone mother directly on her hairline. The portion not caught in her blonde locks began sliding down her face as the second burst caught her just above the right eye.
Donna's eyes closed as the thick blasts of cum continued to rain down on her. She felt them pelt her face, one after another, cum-ropes so big that they almost took a full second to leave his cock.
Two shots hit her cheek, then a large shot landed right against her closed lips. As she opened her mouth to let some of the cum run in, she could feel her pussy twitching with joy. Michael continued stroking while his cock sputtered out a few final shots, covering his mother's chin with big, white gobs of spunk.
As the eruption ended, Donna opened her eyes.
"Oh, my God," she cooed, licking the salty jizz from her lips. "So much cum...!"
While she basked in the glow of being drenched with cream, Donna's mind suddenly went into overdrive. Something about the feeling of warm cum hitting her face brought back a slew of old memories, things that she thought had been buried long ago.
She found herself thinking back to the days before her own twentieth birthday. Donna's relationship with her mom had always been strained, and it only became worse as Donna grew into an independent woman. Catherine, Donna's mother, had always planned on starting a successful medical career. But when an unexpected pregnancy changed things, Catherine was forced to leave school. As a result, she developed a clear resentment towards her only child.
Donna couldn't recall ever sensing any love from her mother. She remembered her only as a cold, joyless, strict woman who relished every opportunity to chastize both Donna and her father for their faults. Unlike most mothers, Catherine didn't offer praise for something like a good report card. Instead, she only delivered scorn when her daughter didn't perform up to her barely reachable expectations.
After years spent trying to please Catherine and wondering why she always failed, Donna finally realized that it was hopeless. Her mother was simply incapable of showing any sort of love. Donna spent her teen years in a much more relaxed frame of mind, worrying only about her own needs and doing only what she wanted. Catherine was not pleased.
But as Donna realized that the problem was with her mother and not with herself, she began to feel increasingly sorry for Walter, her father. She knew he couldn't have been happy in the marriage, but with a slight pot belly and receding hairline, his better days were behind him. Divorce would only mean being alone, and in that day it was almost a guarantee that custody of a child would go to the mother. He'd been forced to stay married all those years, for Donna's sake if not his own.
In her late teens, Donna started getting even more rebellious in order to strike back at her mother. Catherine would ground her for weeks, even months, at a time. But Donna would always find a way to sneak out of the house and get herself into more trouble.
More than anything, Catherine worried about what other people thought of her. She took great pride in being a pillar of the community, passing her family off as the All-American standard that everyone else needed to try living up to. Donna was well aware of her mother's concern with public perception, and she actively went about trying to destroy the image that Catherine had so carefully constructed.
Little by little, rumors started swirling around their hometown. Ladies on the street would gossip as they passed each other by.
"Did you hear? Catherine's daughter was parking at Indian Point with not one, but two boys!"
"Oh, goodness! Libby Benton told me that Catherine's daughter tried to bribe a teacher at the high school with sexual favors!"
The rumors eventually made their way to Catherine, who wasted little time taking out her anger on Donna. After one particularly juicy rumor began, concerning the now nineteen year-old Donna and members of the football team at the local college she was attending, Catherine lost all sense of self control. She slapped her daughter repeatedly, drug her by the hair hard enough to rip out a handful, and threw her down on her bedroom floor. As Donna sobbed and held a hand to her stinging cheek, Catherine stood above her.
"You're no daughter of mine. You're nothing but a common street whore!"
Watching her mother walk away, Donna decided that she'd taken all the abuse she could handle. She had to finish things with her mother once and for all.
She heard Catherine's car start in the driveway and knew that her mother was surely off to some important social function, where she'd act as if everything in her life was perfect. Well, it wouldn't be if Donna could help it.
She pulled herself up and went into the bathroom to wash the tears from her face. Her mind worked rapidly, trying to come up with something that would humiliate her mother beyond repair. She turned off the running water just in time to hear her father's truck arriving home.
Like a light flipping on in her head, Donna figured out her plan.
It was a twisted, disturbing idea, but it was just the sort of thing that could put her over her mother for good. Donna wanted to take the one thing her mother would never expect. She wanted to do something that, if and when she ever told her mother, it would hurt her down to the depths of her soul.
Donna wanted to seduce her father.
It seemed like the perfect idea. She knew her dad was getting no attention from his cold, frigid wife. And, unlike her mother, Donna actually loved him. The notion of fucking him didn't seem strange to her at all. It would be a beautiful expression of their love... which, as a bonus, would surely be enough to kill her mother if she ever found out about it.
Besides, Donna reasoned, what middle-aged man wouldn't want a busty blonde co-ed doing unspeakable things to him? The fact that she was his daughter should only make it more exciting, since it would be so deliciously naughty.
Barely able to wait for him to come inside, Donna hurried down the stairs and stood near the front door. As she heard him step onto the porch, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, revealing the swell of her large breasts.
"Daddy!" she cried as the door swung open.
Donna met her father with a big hug before he could get both feet inside the house. Somewhat surprised, he stumbled inside, trying to set down his briefcase.
"Well... well, hi, sweetheart. How was your day?"
"Awful," Donna pouted as she pulled him towards the living room.
After forcing him down into his favorite chair, Donna climbed up onto her father's lap the way she had when she was younger. She pulled his head close to her chest, leaving his cheek resting against the bare skin she'd exposed. Before he had a chance to say anything about the inappropriate contact, Donna told him what had happened with her mother.
"I'm so sorry, Donnabear," he said, using his pet name for her. "Your mother is just..."
"She's horrible!" Donna told him. "I hate her."
Donna kissed her father on the cheek, then lifted his chin so they were looking each other in the eye. Carefully, keeping full eye contact, she slid from sitting on his lap to straddling him in the chair.
"But I love you, Daddy. I love you so much..."
With that, Donna kissed him on the lips. She hadn't kissed her father on the mouth since she was a little girl, and this was no ordinary kiss. It was the type of kiss that fathers and their daughters aren't supposed to share.
Walter quickly pulled back, startled at her behavior.
"Donna! What... what are you..."
"Just relax, Daddy," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "I want to do this for you."
Most people of sound mind would probably condemn Walter for allowing things to proceed from this point. But Donna understood. He had been neglected for so long, and here was a beautiful girl displaying her undying love for him. Walter did attempt more protests, but Donna cut them off with her tender kisses. After a few minutes, his resistance had all but faded completely.
Donna stood up from the chair and pulled her father to his feet. Positioning him with his back to the archway that led into the room, she sunk to her knees and began fumbling with his belt. Seeing his daughter in such a shocking position caused Walter to make one last grasp at sanity.
"Donna, stop... we... we shouldn't be..."
But before he could complete his thought, Donna had taken his cock out. It was much bigger than she imagined it would be, so long and thick, and it was barely even hard.
"Oooh, Daddy," she whispered. "I had no idea."
Donna wasted little time popping the head of his cock into her mouth. Walter gasped and his cock began to swell up rapidly. In a matter of seconds, Donna was sucking his full erection, and she was doing a damn good job of it.
If she'd been able to smile with such a big mouthful of cock, Donna would have had one a mile wide. Not only did she enjoy doing it, she thought gleefully about what an incredible trump card this would be over her mother. Stopping to look up, she softly stroked him with her hand.
"Does that feel good, Daddy?"
"Ohhhh... oh, honey..."
Smiling, Donna went right back to work. She started thinking about what she would do when she brought him to orgasm. Some boys she knew liked shooting it into her mouth, which she didn't mind, although some certainly tasted better than others. Others liked unloading their cream on her big tits, but Donna didn't want to stop things to take her shirt off.
The teacher she'd bribed at school had wanted to see it all over her face, and Donna liked that so much that she'd suggested it to other men since then. It felt so nice and warm. She just loved the feeling of the hot cum splashing against her. That's what she'd do with her father, Donna decided. She'd take it on her face.
As she stopped sucking for a brief moment, a car suddenly rolled past the back window. Her dad was too caught up in the pleasure of having his cock sucked to hear it, but a sly smile spread across Donna's lips.
Her mother was home.
Knowing things had worked out even better than she'd hoped, Donna bore down on her father's cock, her cheeks turning red from the effort. Trying to time it just right, she pulled back and rapidly jerked him with her hand while she looked through the archway behind him.
"Ohhh... ohh, God!" he groaned.
Donna knew her mother would stumble onto them at any moment. She reached up and softly squeezed her father's heavy balls, the grey hairs tickling her hand. Hoping his release was imminent, Donna leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.
"Donna, I'm... I'm..."
Just then, Catherine exited the kitchen, standing a full room's length behind her husband. Donna locked eyes with her almost instantly.
"Cum, Daddy!" she cried loudly, making sure her mother could hear. "I want you to cum all over me!"
Stroking him as hard as she could, Donna leaned in as her father's hips started to buck.
Thick white jets of cream began shooting from the end of his cock, splattering onto Donna's pretty face. Ooh'ing and ahh'ing at each warm blast, Donna kept her eyes trained on her mother as a big glob pelted her forehead, then her mouth, then her left cheek. A few stray shots parted her blonde hair and landed on the floor behind her.
The gooey cum started sliding down quickly, dripping onto Donna's shirt and the bare skin above her chest. Shamelessly, she smeared her father's cock against her glazed face, rubbing it in the immense load he'd deposited on her. Finally, she took it back into her mouth, moaning as she sucked the tasty cream off him.
The disgusting display had barely lasted half a minute, hardly enough time for Catherine to make sense of what she was seeing. But as she did, both Donna and her father heard a soft little thump on the floor.
Catherine had dropped her purse. That must have been why she came home so quickly, Donna realized. She'd forgotten it.
Walter turned around when he heard the noise, his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife. How could he possibly explain the scene she saw in front of her? His pants down, his stiff cock starting to soften, as his daughter rested on her knees with her face covered in cum?
Luckily, he didn't have to. Before anyone could speak, Donna's mother spun around and stormed out the back door. Her car started up a few seconds later and she pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.
Walter was extremely concerned, expecting that his wife would go to the police and have him arrested. But Donna wasn't worried. She knew there was no way her mother would go public with what she'd witnessed. Like she would let the whole town know that her husband had turned to their daughter because Catherine wasn't up to the task? And be forced to admit to her friends that their perfect family was a dysfunctional, abusive, incestuous mess?
Donna figured her mother would sooner leave town than face such embarrassment, which is precisely what she did. Catherine never returned home after leaving the house. She never called, she never wrote.
All they knew for sure was that she emptied her personal bank account the next morning. Donna and her father assumed that she'd gone some place else to start a new life for herself. They were perfectly happy without her, and the entire town felt badly for them upon hearing the news that Catherine had run out on her family.
"I heard she was having an affair with Mrs. Talbot's immigrant gardener!" gossipedthe ladies on the street.
"No, I heard she had a nervous breakdown and had to be put in an institution!"
A few days after Catherine left, Donna stopped her father as he was heading up to bed. Without a word, she undid his pants and sucked another load of cum from him. She truly didn't mind doing it. In fact, she enjoyed it. She loved her father, and he had suffered so long for her that she figured giving him some satisfaction was the least she could do.
They never talked about it. Walter never asked her to do it. They never went any further. But most every night, Donna would nurse on his cock until he spurted another heavy load onto her face.
Several months after his wife left, Walter met Maggie, a nice woman his own age. Shortly afterwards, Donna met the man who eventually turned into her nightmare of a husband. As screwed up as her childhood and previous relationships had been, Donna lacked the ability to sense that he was bad news. And with her father having found someone of his own, she felt lonely and craved the companionship. It was a bad combination.
After Walter and Maggie began seeing each other, Donna's nightly cocksucking sessions came to a stop. One night, as she prepared to start, Walter softly took her hands away from his pants. A kiss on the forehead told Donna all she needed to know. Her father had moved on.
Walter and Maggie got married, as did Donna, and the immoral relationship they had shared remained their secret.
As Donna snapped out of the flood of memories that had briefly overtaken her, she remembered how much she had turned things around since then. She was no longer the slutty, rebellious girl she used to be. Since she'd met Steve and moved out of her hometown, she had become a respectable woman. She'd been a member of the PTA, for God's sake!
And yet there she was, down on her knees, covered with a face-full of her own son's cock juices.
Maybe she had passed her enjoyment of such acts onto him, she thought. After her own experiences with her father, Michael's desire to do it could be ingrained in his DNA. She knew she couldn't blame him for wanting to do such an unspeakable thing to her. And she figured she shouldn't feel guilty about the fact that she'd let him do it. After all, it ran in the family.
Donna looked up at her breathless son, who was likewise looking down at her glazed face. Michael couldn't believe he'd done it. He'd actually coated his beautiful mom with his cream.
"Oh, fuck!" he panted. "Oh, Mom!"
Donna felt the warm cum starting to slide off her chin and down her neck. As she took a glance downward, even more cum spilled from her face, splattering onto the tops of her large breasts.
"Oooh, it's getting all over," she said as she tilted her head back again.
"Look at it on your tits! God, they're so fuckin' big!"
Throwing all caution to the wind, Michael wiped a handful of his spunk from his mother's face and began smearing it across her chest. Donna let his hand roam freely, allowing him to grope and fondle her all he wanted. Knowing that the sticky cum was sure to stain her bra, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp.
Her huge jugs surged forward with such force that the straps practically came down off her shoulders. Donna slid it off the rest of the way and tossed it aside as Michael openly gawked.
"Holy shit," he groaned, rubbing his cream over her wide nipples. "Oh, Jesus, Mom!"
When he lived at home, Michael had spent most of his teenage years peeping at his mother. He simply couldn't be around such an incredible set of tits without getting at least a peak at them. But to see them close up, to have the soft flesh in his hands, was a feeling that had no deion.
"So was cumming on me as fun as you hoped it'd be?"
"Shit, it was amazing. This is the best day of my life!"
Donna smiled, happy that she had brought her boy so much enjoyment. Just as she was about to ask for some tissues to dab at her face, she noticed her son's cock still bulging out, just as stiff as ever.
"God, baby, you're still hard after that?"
Michael hadn't even noticed, but he was.
"Do you always stay hard right after you cum?"
"Yeah. Sometimes thinking about you gets me so hot that I gotta jerk off 3 or 4 times in a row."
It was no big deal to Michael, but Donna was terribly impressed with his recuperative powers. She'd forgotten how many times young men could go.
Immediately, her mind began to churn with wicked ideas. Donna couldn't remember ever feeling so horny. Her pussy had completely soaked the front of her panties, and her erect nipples stuck out like thick pencil erasers. There was no out-of-body experience this time. The lewd thoughts filling her head were her own.
She desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel another big load of his spunk on her face.
"Well, we simply can't leave you stiff like this. I suppose you better jerk that big cock again and give Mommy another hot shower of cum!"
Michael's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"You better," she insisted. "I want it, Michael, I want it bad!"
Acting quickly before she changed her mind, he stepped back in front of his mother and began to rapidly jerk his meat. He'd nearly rubbed it raw the first time, but he knew any discomfort he felt would be well worth it.
Donna grinned up at him, watching his fist fly up and down his shaft as he looked at her creamy face for inspiration. Underneath, Michael's large balls shook from his powerful strokes. Donna licked her lips, her mind filling with dirty ideas as she watched the heavy ballsack bouncing and swinging.
"Oh, God, you look so hot with my cum all over you."
Hearing her son's filthy compliment pushed Donna over the edge. She knew she was about to cross the last remaining line, but it didn't matter to her in the slightest. With her left hand, she reached behind him and grabbed hold of his muscular ass. It was the first time she'd touched him during their encounter.
Then, with her right hand, Donna softly took hold of his balls. She massaged them slowly, looking up at Michael's wide eyes.
"Ohhhhhh... yeah, Mom!"
"Do you like that, baby? Come here, step forward a little."
Michael did as requested, bringing his body even closer. His sack hung over her face and, while pulling up on the skin, Donna raised her head and began to lovingly tongue his balls.
"Unnnnnnh!! Oh, shit!"
Nobody had ever done that to him before. Michael had gotten girls to suck on his cock, but licking his balls? He'd never even dreamed of asking for that. But here was his own mother, of her own free will, slurping on them like they were made out of candy.
Donna continued to lap at his sack, the wrinkled skin and fine hairs tickling her tongue. Once his left nut was slicked with spit, she moved to the right one and worked on that. Donna pulled the skin tighter, delicately squeezing him as she worked.
The depraved mother licked faster and, after only a few moments, the entire underside of her son's sack was nice and wet. Feeling hornier than he ever had in his life, Michael continued stroking his cock. His heart was pounding so fast that he thought it might explode, but if he was going to go, at least he'd go happy.
"God, I'm gonna cum so hard!"
"Do it, Michael! Empty your big balls all over me!"
Donna knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Now that she'd been re-awakened, there was no escape from her craving. She'd be back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, all to let her son spew more of his cum on her face. She'd even rush over anytime he needed to jerk off so that none of his seed would go to waste.
"Yeaaahhh, I'm gonna cum! All over your beautiful face, Mom!"
"Cum, baby, cum for Mommy!"
Holding onto her hair, Michael stroked as hard as he could as his orgasm overtook him.
Donna was nearly delirious with excitement as the thick blasts began splattering against her face again. She shamelessly opened her mouth to catch it, wanting to taste more of his cream. As she swallowed some down, she could feel her pussy gushing out fuck-juice right in time with the swollen, spewing head of her son's big dick.
The hot ropes of cum hit her face, her hair, and even the mattress behind her. It seemed like Michael had shot out even more than he had the first time. Big gobs slid down her neck and disappeared in the valley between her tits, further coating her chest with the same sticky glaze that covered her face.
But it wasn't enough.
"More," she groaned, reaching out for his cock. "I want more!"
Michael watched with amazement as his mother grabbed his throbbing dick and started jerking on it. She so desperately wanted to work out another spewing load that she figured she'd do it herself. Her hand flew up and down the thick shaft, never giving it a chance to go soft.
"Jesus, I never thought you'd be into this," he gasped between strokes. "You're a regular cum-slut, Mom!"
"I sure am, baby! But not for just anybody. Only for Mommy's big, handsome boy!"
Donna sat up on her knees and confronted her son's cock head-on while she jacked it. Unable to control herself, she thrust out her tongue, polishing the puffy knob with a loud slurp.
Unable to believe how fantastic he tasted, she kept right on licking and sucking the head of his dick. Michael grabbed his cock and began rubbing it against her, smacking it down on her wet tongue.
"Put it in your mouth, Mom, please! Suck it, suck it hard!"
"Ooooh, honey, yeah. Come here."
Donna was more than willing, but she wanted him in a better position first. She guided him towards the edge of his bed and told him to sit.
"Take a seat right here," she cooed as she crawled between his open legs. "That way you can watch me suck this big dick."
Looking her son dead in the eye, Donna lapped at his shaft, letting him get a good view of his cock against his own mother's tongue. Then she wrapped her lips around him and eagerly went to work.
She bore down on it immediately, vigorously fucking her face on her son's stiff dick. She couldn't believe she was doing it, she couldn't believe she was giving him a blowjob. But nothing she'd done had ever felt so right.
Her soft lips slid up and down the thick shaft while her right hand tightly gripped him at the root. Her tongue twisted and spiraled inside her mouth, lapping his dick as it slid in and out. She had quickly worked up a lot of spit and the wet sound of cocksucking filled her ears, accompanied by the loud smacking her lips were making on the thick shaft of meat.
"You're sucking it," Michael gasped, as though he couldn't believe it either. "You're really sucking my dick, Mom!"
Hearing that filthy declaration only made Donna work harder. She slid her mouth down his cock, forcing it as close to his body as she could. Just as she was about to gag, she pulled back and took her lips off him, leaving a big rope of spit attached.
"God, this feels like a dream!"
"Do you dream about this a lot?" she asked breathlessly as she slurped the purple knob. "About Mommy sucking your cock like this?"
"All the time, Mom."
She grinned as she slowly stroked his shaft.
"What about fucking my big titties, do you dream about that?"
Donna didn't need to hear it twice. Sitting up straight, she lifted her tits into her son's lap and squeezed them around his hard-on. Michael cupped them from underneath as his mother started to rock back and forth, causing her sweaty, cum-coated jugs to slide up and down the shaft of his dick.
"How's that feel?"
"Ohhh, God, Mom! Don't stop!"
"I knew you loved my tits," she told him, using her nastiest tone to further excite him. "I used to catch you staring at 'em. You were always looking down my shirt, taking little peaks when you thought I wouldn't notice."
"I... I couldn't help it," he groaned as he squeezed the spongy tit flesh. He could feel his balls starting to churn as his cock slid between them.
"I figured they must be pretty nice if my own son couldn't help himself. Are they, baby? Are my titties nice?"
"They're amazing! So... so soft!"
Donna could tell he was getting close to the end. She squeezed her breasts tighter around him and rocked a little faster, desperate to coax out his next load.
"But I never thought you wanted to put your cock between 'em. I didn't know you wanted to fuck my tits and then shoot your hot cum on my face!"
"Ohhhh, yeah. I love cumming on you, Mom!"
"And I love your cum, honey! Shoot it, shoot it now!"
Recognizing how close he was, Donna abandoned the tit-fucking and popped his cock back into her mouth. She sucked him hard while watching his face, ready to stop a moment's notice.
"Gonna... gonna cum!"
Donna let it out of her mouth just in time to feel a thick blast hit the bridge of her nose. She was taking it full-force this time, letting the cum shoot straight ahead as it spewed from the swollen cockhead that was just inches from her face.
Beside herself with delight, she groaned happily as the warm ropes pelted her face. After three creamy loads, Donna was absolutely soaked by the sticky spunk. Her shiny, blonde locks were filled with gooey white gobs, and even the carpet underneath her had become stained from all the run-off.
Michael groaned deeply as he jerked the last few shots out. He rubbed the head of his cock against his mother's lips and Donna took it into her mouth, lapping at his hole to catch as much leftover cum as she could.
"Ohhh, fuck," he panted. "You're the best, Mom."
Donna grinned at him as she let his dick fall from her mouth. She probably was the best, she reasoned. How many other mothers would grant their sons such a request? Her cum-covered face gave her a sense of pride that few other things ever had.
"Wipe my face with your cock, baby. Let me taste you."
They spent the next few minutes doing a make-shift job of cleaning up, as Michael smeared his cock across her face and Donna sucked the cum from it. After three unbelievable sessions, she noticed his dick was finally starting to soften. It was somewhat of a blessing in disguise.
She knew she would allow her son to fuck her. She'd never gone that far with her father, but Donna couldn't think of a more loving, motherly act than spreading her legs and giving Michael access to all the sex he'd ever need. She couldn't wait to feel his dick shoved inside her. Her pussy was absolutely throbbing, and her panties were so soaked that she envisioned a large wet spot underneath her.
But it would have to wait. It was getting late and she'd already been gone longer than she anticipated. Her husband was surely starting to wonder about her, and with all the time she planned to spend with Michael in the coming weeks, she didn't want to give Steve any reason to grow suspicious. She needed to take a shower to wash off all the cum, and then she needed to go.
As she explained the situation, Michael had just one lingering question.
"I know I said that doing this would just be for my birthday, but... Mom, I gotta keep..."
Knowing exactly what he meant, Donna quickly eased his fears.
"I know, baby. Don't worry. I won't be able to stop doing this any sooner than you will."
Relieved, he let out an exhale.
"Besides," she told him, "I know of an even better present. We can have ourselves a little welcome back party."
"A welcome back party?"
"Mm-hmm. You came out of me twenty years ago. How would you like to go back inside?"
Michael sat stunned on his bed as he realized what she meant. Giving him a wink, Donna pecked his cheek with her sticky lips and then walked into the bathroom to start up the shower.
While she waited for the water to heat up, she found herself starting to regret her behavior. It wasn't that she'd taken those face-fulls of cum, it was that she'd gone far too long without doing it.
Donna decided right then that she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Fucking her son would become a family tradition that she'd practice as often as possible.