Chapter 291 Busty Mom And The Bullies:>41

• "I've always wanted to come on her tits," Elliott said to himself as he looked at her painted chest, the ribbons and wads of semen looking like a road map of China as they crossed every which way. He was too far gone, and as a clumpy gob dripped from her nipple onto the sheets right next to him, he went off. He couldn't believe how hard he came, his spunk rifling out of his throbbing boner, the white rope splashing heavily over both her tits. He kept pumping, and his prick kept shooting as he flooded her chest with cum, adding to the milky mess already there. His eyes flicked back to her face for a second, but she slept on peacefully, totally unaware as her young teenage son jacked off all over her. Just the thought of that made Elliott's dick throb, and he continued to spray her gorgeous body with his seed, totally unloading all over those big, heavy, perfect Mommy-tits.
• Deliciously spent, he sat back on his haunches as he recovered, looking down at his mother as she slept on, unaware of what he'd just done. With his perverse desires temporarily satisfied, Elliott started to feel guilty. He carefully backed away and got off the bed, putting his underwear and pants back on. His mother continued to sleep, unmoving, that strand of semen still connecting the corner of her open mouth to the sizable puddle on the sheet beneath her cheek. He raked his eyes over her entire body, and then over to the discarded bustier, and then to the sheets all around her, and finally on the empty glass, with the filmy residue of someone's spunk still clinging to the side. Jamal's final words came into his mind, "And remember, you've got a lot of cleaning to do up there, and I'll know if you don't do it the way I like." He wondered how Jamal would know. Surely they hadn't set up some kind of nanny-cam in his mother's room. No, that was ridiculous, he assured himself. They'd only had their jeans on when they'd come into the room. That answer became clear to him—Jamal would simply ask his mother. And he knew that under Jamal's imposing glare, she'd feel compelled to tell the truth. And Elliott didn't want to put her in that spot. And he also didn't want to disappoint Jamal. So far, this had been the most exciting day of Elliott's life, and he wanted it to continue.
• With those thoughts running through his mind, he decided he'd better attend to his duties. But where to start, there was so much cum everywhere. He looked down at one of the big gobs of his own jizz, the swirly clump of seed gathered at the top of her dark line of cleavage and sliding slowly into that enticing valley. He figured his own cum was as good a place as any to start, so he climbed back onto the bed and moved closer, leaning over her body with his tongue extended. He slid the tip into the cloudy mess and licked upwards, sucking in at the same time as he drew the syrupy mass into his mouth, and then swallowed. With the first wad safely in his stomach, he slid his tongue right into her cleavage and licked for more.