“I need to go clean up.”
She got up, giving his cock a quick twist. These days, Richard wasn’t usually up for more than one round at a time. Time had taken its toll on his body, and while it was still tight and honed, the skin was beginning to lose its youthful sheen, his hair going colors other than its customary black. There was not much that could be done to keep a man’s penis working at the rate of a twenty-something when he was most definitely not a twenty-something.
She padded to the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind her. She took a deep breath, and looked at herself in the mirror. A mess indeed, but not in the way that Richard saw her. No, she was a mess inside, a mess from everything that had happened today, everything that had taken place in such a short time. She knew that Jacob knew that she had seen him cum, seen what he had been orgasming over. She would have to talk to him about it at some point, make sure that he knew the boundaries that had been unspoken in this house for the past twentyish years. But that was a matter for another time. For now, Alice simply needed to cum, and there was only one thing to help with that.
She got into the shower, still clothed in her shirt and her panties. The panties were swimming in a pool of wetness by this point, and she could hear them squelch slightly as she moved around, rubbing between her thighs and pussy and exciting her clit. Not enough to make her cum, but enough to make her incredibly aroused, as if she hadn’t been this entire time.
She steeled her nerves, then got on her hands and knees, like she was being fucked in the ass from behind, by some great god that stretched her asshole and made it gape for his glorious cock.
She padded forward, this time on her hands and knees, crawling towards the glass wall that stood between her and the rest of the bathroom.
She closed her eyes when she got to it and breathed in. It smelled fresh, of lavender soap and sandalwood and mist. But under those tones, there was salt and musk and bodies and arousal. The scent of sex. Of Jacob’s semen.
A thin layer still coated the glass in front of her, the glass that Jacob had came on. He had evidently tried to clean it, and to be fair, he had done an almost-decent job. But a thin layer had stuck, cleaved to the glass, as if determined not to leave or be washed away. A thin layer that was her salvation.
Eyes closed, she licked the glass. On her hands and knees, like a beast in heat that could not think of anything else, pussy dripping down her thighs and onto the tile below, Alice licked her son’s cum, his semen, off the glass.
By the time she’d licked all of it off the wall, she’d orgasmed three times. And she knew, she just knew, that she had to taste it again. No matter what.
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Jacob had barely gotten to his room when he heard his mom speak. “I don’t want you to fuck me pussy,” she said, and the foul language made his cock stand up instantly. “I want you to fuck my face.”
Jacob couldn’t believe his ears. His mom, his sweet mom, was saying things that he had never expected, never remotely even considered her saying. She was talking like a whore, like a slut, like someone who really got off on having a large cock in their mouth.
And strangely, Jacob was getting off to that thought too.
He kept his door open a touch, leaving his room light off so as to not attract suspicion from the sliver of light it would let out. And, conveniently, his father had left their master bedroom door ajar, wide open, as was his custom when he first came into the house. They always shut it soon after, but something was different today. The only other light came from downstairs, doing little to illuminate what was happening at the other end of the hallway, where his mother and father were. But he could make out shapes. Silhouettes.
So Jacob watched the shadow of his mother get down on her knees.
He heard the slap of his father’s cock against her face, and his own cock hardened rapidly in response, despite how recently he had just cum in the shower.
He watched the shape of his father’s cock become the shape of his mother’s throat, and massaged the tip of his penis as he watched her take it, take all of it, by the dim light coming from downstairs.
He watched his father lock his mother’s head into place and watched as she tried her best to pleasure him, even when he almost choked her with his sizable cock, and started jacking his cock.
He watched his father hammer his cock up and down his mothers throat, and matched his own stroking of his cock to match the cock going in and out of his mother’s mouth.
And when he saw his father come, Jacob came as well, watching how good his mother was at being face fucked, at swallowing every bit of semen and cum that came her way. He came into his towel, further ladening it with his load. He would need to wash it later.
But that was not what was on Jacob’s mind and his cock needed to soften. What was on his mind was how he had imagined his mother masturbate, and then watched her shadow give a blowjob and be face-fucked.
There was only one thing left to do now. He needed to see, truly see and hear and watch, his mother get fucked.
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