Her demeaner changed with my response. Her smile disappeared and she growled, "Shut the fuck up and pump out that cum. I don't just want to see you stroke your dick. I wanna see what you've got stored in this fat ball sack." And with that, she reached up and wrapped her hand around my sack, squeezing both balls almost too much before quipping, "Oh yeah, there's a bunch of cum in here." She squeezed extra hard. "Pump it out."
That was all it took. Her hand squeezing sent me over. I could feel the cum starting to leave my balls and make its way to the base of my shaft. I let out a quivering, "Mom, I'm gonna cum!"
"Fuck yeah you are," She said with excitement.
The cum was rushing up my shaft as I exclaimed, "But Mom, it's gonna go all over...!"
She was way ahead of me. She sharply cut me off, almost shouting, "... my face! That's right. You are going to cum on your own mother's face you little pervert nasty boy. Pump that hot disgusting cum all over your waiting mother's face you little sicko faggot."
"Holy shit," was all I could manage as thousands of nerve endings fired in wave after wave of pure ecstacy from the rushing river of cum flowing up and out of my solid cock. Finally, the first rope of hot, thick, steaming man batter exploded out of my dick. The euphoria slowed time as I watch the unbroken stream fly up in a curve before reversing with gravity back toward my biological mother's beautiful waiting face. Our eyes locked as the concentrated masculinity landed on and stuck to her smooth, healthy skin. The rope stretched from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, over and down her puckered lips, ending at the bottom of her chin. She instinctively opened her mouth, causing the rope to stretch as her lips separated. But as she opened wider, the stress was too much and the rope broke, both ends falling into her mouth and onto her tongue as she stuck it out, staring at me.
Before I could even appreciate the beautiful delivery, the second rope launched out of my feverish cock and flew up above the first, landing on top of her hair, immediately sinking into the shining locks. She felt it and quickly whispered, "Nasty boy, cumming in your mother's hair."
I kept pumping and a couple more spurts came out. She slightly turned her head in concert with the pumping and one streak landed on her cheek. She then lifted her face toward me and the other stream landed on her chin, mixing with the first thick rope, finally dripping down onto her expensive blouse.
As the lustful aggression subsided I started to feel the weight of the situation. My own mother, my mom, was below me, looking into my eyes, completely covered by my semen. There was pure blissful nothingness for what seemed like an eternity before she finally broke the silence with, "Are you happy seeing your mother covered in your thick hot spunk?"
With an air of disbelief I hardly managed to respond. "I never knew you had this in you mom. And they way you're talking? You're so nasty. And yes, to answer your question, I am very happy seeing my mother covered in my hot, wet, stinking, steaming cum."
She smiled slyly and said, "Good, maybe next time you can cum down my throat. Now fuck off." And with that, she reached forward and quickly kissed the tip of my dick before pulling up my underwear. Before I could react to the fact that my mother just kissed my dick with her soft lips, she stretched the underwear away from my waist and let go, making them slap loudly against me.
Then she giggled, stuck out her tongue with the left over bit of cum on it, and very purposefully made a loud gulping sound as she swallowed.
