“I can’t help it.” Simon’s voice quivered. “I can’t stop thinking about what a fucking whore you’ve become.” Each time Simon flexed, another large bubble or precum pooled at his tip before quickly descending towards his mother’s writhing body. “I…I…wanna stain your body in cum for turning me on this much.”
Drip. Drip. Drip. “Oh sweetie! I love your heavenly cream on my sinful body.” Candice was moaning and let her head fall from side-to-side. “Mmmm it feels too good. How can you make so much without cumming?” Candice then touched her hand to her chest. “GASP! You’ve already coated my chest. My motherly breasts have been ruined with your wonderful cum.” She whined playfully and smeared the mess into her skin. “Please tell me you don’t think less of me for being such an awful mommy-whore.”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Simon panted. “Of…of…course not. I…” Then, he felt a sharp pinch on his thigh. “I mean…uh…this is your punishment for offering your body so freely. I’m going to drench you in my cum. I’ll saturate your body until you stink of sex. I’ll transform you from a ‘mother’ into a reeking cum-dump.” Simon had begun stroking himself, which increased the flow of precum that continued to drip down and coat his mother’s flawless skin. “Ah! Ah! And…and then, to add insult to injury I’ll piss on your collapsed body like the filth-ridden whore you are!” Then, Simon felt a small bite on one of his testicles. “OW!” Yup, I took it too far, he thought.
In a low voice, Candice simply responded with, “don’t threaten me with a good time.”
They continued to talk dirty to one another, but Simon painfully discovered that he needed a lot more practice.
“Good boy.” Candice praised her son. “You’ve thoroughly soaked my tiny pair of jeans.”
Simon stepped back and looked down at his mother. Her formally white jean shorts were now very wet and slightly grayish in color. Candice then stood up and walked to the wide lounge chair that sat across the couch in the living room. After plopping down in the chair, she lovingly asked her son, “come peel these off for me please?”
Simon rushed to his mother and knelt before her. He took her legs in his hands and massaged her smooth skin. Candice purred as Simon’s strong hands kneaded her sensitive flesh. Some of Simon’s salty lube had seeped below Candice’s shorts, which Simon used as a perverse lotion to coat his mother’s thighs and calves making them shiny and slick to the touch.
“Mmmmm, your touch is wonderful sweetie, but I really want you to get me out of these wet shorts.”
Simon moved his hands further and further up his mother’s slender legs, chills ran up and down her spine as he did so. His fingertips made contact with the waistband of the tiny shorts, and then slowly but with firm pressure, Simon pulled her bottoms down. The slickness from the precum saturating her body helped some, but it still took forceful hands to remove her clothing. For better leverage, Simon had lifted his mother’s legs high above his head.
“You keep squirming.” Simon commented.
“I…I…can’t help it.” Candice replied.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Oh no sweetie.” Candice closed her eyes and licked her lips. “It’s just that, with each pull I can’t wait to be completely exposed.”
That invigorated Simon, and he had begun to pull a little harder. Once he had pulled the shorts down past his mother’s thighs, he slid them completely off with ease. No longer feeling any obstruction, Candice opened her legs wide and let them fall on each side of her son.
“Your pussy is so beautiful.” Simon complimented his mother as she squirmed on the chair. “I love how the sides are slightly puffy. Your clit is so tiny and pink, yet the moment it’s exposed it begins to stand up. And your lips, my favorite part, are always so wet and glistening.” Simon licked his own lips and moved further in between Candice’s spread legs.
“Oh Simon, it makes me so happy to hear you find my old worn-out body still sexy.”
Simon scoffed loudly at his mother’s self-demeaning comment. “You’re anything but! You still have the youth and vigor of someone half your age.” Simon corrected her. “Hell, to be honest, you put me to shame.”
After those reassuring words, Candice relaxed a great deal and Simon began tenderly kissing and licking his mother’s inner thighs.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” Candice let out a long and loud moan. “Your mouth is a secret weapon sweetie. I think I’m leaking already.”
Simon kissed his way up to drink from Candice’s gushing snatch. “Good, because I’m thirsty.”
Candice chuckled, “haha, well then you’re in luck. I’ve been drinking insane amounts of water all day, just for you.”
***
The love-drunk incestuous couple had kept a slow pace, and Simon thoroughly enjoyed exploring every inch of his mother’s succulent body with his mouth for what turned out to be hours on end. Despite her legs being smeared with a thin layer of his precum, Simon didn’t hesitate to lick the fair slender legs of his newfound goddess up and down. He sucked on her toes, which tickled her and made her shoot tiny streams of clear cum every time she flexed. And he paid special attention to her fragrant and leaking pussy in an effort to drink her addictive cum and drench himself in her spray. Candice remained comfortably relaxed in the wide cushioned sitting chair and had propped up her bum with several throw pillows. With her feet supported on her son’s shoulders, she had closed her eyes and focused on the incredible pleasures her son was giving her.
“Mmmmm.” Candice moaned. “It’s torture not being fucked by your incredible cock, but this just feels soooo good…like one long mild orgasm.” Her left hand tugged and pulled on her hardening nipple as her right hand grabbed her son’s head, curling her fingers into his hair. Her deep breaths made her breasts look all the more enormous on her small frame.
Simon licked slower, and changed up the loving cunnilingus on his mother by dragging the length of his tongue along her clitty that stood up like a tiny thumb.
“Oooooo yes!” Candice’s lower body shook in small vibrations. “Oh god! Hah! Hah! Hah! Oooohhhhhh…I feel like my body is melting into the cushion.”
Her upper body went limp as Candice flexed the muscles inside her vagina in a very slow rhythm. Each time she flexed, a weak stream–compared to her normal, more powerful orgasms–would pour out of her and Simon would attempt to collect the delicious fluid in his mouth. He savored his mother’s flavor, but equally enjoyed the feeling of his body wet with a woman’s cum. So, after every few swallows, he would let his mother’s juice spill out of his mouth and coat his neck and chest. As it flowed further down his body, he felt his erection become impossibly harder and harder as the trickle reached the root of his pole.
“Oh shoot!” Candice had opened her eyes, and as she looked around the living room, her gaze caught the time from a clock on the wall.
“Hmm?” Simon had disconnected his lips from his mother’s body just for an instant.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh…ah…ah…yes. I just, uh…realized what time it is.” Candice tilted her head up to look down at her son. “Can you hand me my phone? Let’s just order something quick.”