As she sucked, I watched, enjoying her experienced lips and her sexy-as-fuck-costume. I replayed her list of places she wanted my cum. She had already swallowed a load, taken one in her cunt and had received a pearl necklace. Still left were a load on her face, a load on her tits, and one in her ass. I also had a fantasy of coming all over her nylon-clad feet, so I needed to add that to the cum shooting bucket list.
That said, this first load of the night was definitely going to go all over her face. I mean who wouldn’t shoot a load on Hermione’s face if given the opportunity?
When I was ready to erupt, I pulled out, stroked my wand, and grunted, “Aguamenti,” but instead of a jet of water coming from my wand it was a warm, gooey, load of cum.
Mom closed her eyes and mouth and allowed me to cast my cum spell all over her face.
Once I was done, I looked down at her, thinking she looked utterly amazing with a massive load of cum on her face.
She opened her mouth so I could slide myself back in for her to milk out any last remnants.
She eventually allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth and she wiped a glob of cum from her left eye and scooped it into her mouth, before she opened both eyes and asked, “Did you like giving Mommy a facial?”
“Are you a Mommy-slut?” I asked in response.
“Why yes I am, good sir,” she smiled primly, even while scooping cum off her chin and putting it into her mouth.
“And I’m a mother fucker,” I added, loving that term.
“Yes, yes, I’m happy to agree that you are,” she agreed, scooping more cum off her face.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
“For food or Mommy’s cunt?” she asked.
“Both actually,” I realized, my stomach growling a little.
She went to her phone and ordered pizza before returning, “I dealt with one hungry.”
“And I’ll deal with the other,” I smiled, as I pushed her playfully to the couch.
“Are you going to eat Mommy’s cunt?” she asked.
“I’m going to devour it whole,” I promised, as I buried my face in her very wet cunt.
“Mmmmmmm, yes, eat your witchy Mommy,” she moaned, before adding, as I felt the wand tap the back of my head, “Incendio.”
At first I didn’t understand, but then I caught on: she was spelling her pussy on fire. Or acknowledging that I was doing so.
I used my small magic wand, the pink flexible one, to create wetness and pleasure, loving to lick my mother, loving to hear her moan.
“Oh yes, baby, eat Mommy,” she moaned.
“You like having your own mother licker?” I asked.
“And mother fucker,” she added, as she handed me the wand.
“You want me to fuck you with this?” I asked, just after flicking her clit with my tongue.
“Yes, baby, fuck Mommy’s cunt with that wand,” she demanded.
I slid the thin wand inside her and began pumping it while I continued to worship her homemade pie.
“Oh yes, fuck me, eat me, make Mommy come,” Mom babbled, as I furiously pleasured her inside and out.
As she was close, her moans undeniably giving away just how close, I ordered, “Caterwauling.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, creating a high-pitched shrieking noise instantly as her orgasm ripped through her as if the charm I’d just cast had actually worked.
I licked up her flooding cum as if I were being baptised a mother pleaser, loving the taste of her cum.
When she was done, she looked down at me, her wetness all over my face, “Your tongue is as magical as your wand.”
“I like to be good at everything I do,” I shrugged, which was true. If I decided to do something, I went all in. I always wanted to be the best.
“That you are,” she said, as she tried to regain her breath.
I moved onto the couch and sat beside her and turned on the television. “Want to watch Jeopardy?”
“As long as you’re going to fuck Mommy’s asshole after,” she said.
“I don’t know,” I said coyly.
“See here, young man,” she said, shifting into authoritative mom mode and tone, “if you know what’s good for you, you will fuck my shit hole until you deposit a load deep inside it and enjoy every fucking second.”
“Yes, Mom,” I agreed, as if I were reluctantly agreeing to do the dishes.
“Good,” she said, before asking, “can you get me a glass of water?”
“Sure,” I agreed, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss.
“What are you doing kissing me, you cad?” she gasped. “I know where your lips just were!”
We both laughed as I went and got us two glasses of water, although I went pee first.
When I returned, Mom was walking into the kitchen with the pizza.
“Did you answer the door dressed like that?”
“I think I just gave the pizza boy a heart attack!”
“I imagine so,” I replied, with a laugh.
Once we were in the living room watching Jeopardy, I asked, “Did you know it’s Ms. Chan’s birthday tomorrow?”
“No, I didn’t,” she answered.
“I have the perfect gift for her,” I said, before rephrasing, “well, gifts.”
“I imagine it has to do with a big, fat cock,” she said, as she turned sideways to rest her feet on my lap, one foot on each side of my cock.
“As well as someone’s cunt and strap-on,” I added.
“Excuse me?” she asked, surprised by my implication she was to be part of the present.
“I’m going to start by giving her a creampie for breakfast,” I revealed, thinking that way I could fuck Mom and still give Ms. Chan what she’d asked for… albeit in a creative way.
“You didn’t tell her you fucked me, did you?” she asked, concerned.
“Certainly not.”
“Thank God,” she sighed.
“But she deduced it and I didn’t deny it,” I added.
“Kevin,” she cautioned.
“What?” I asked. “She isn’t going to tell anyone.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“My point is that I need someone to be able to talk to about all this crazy stuff recently,” I insisted. “it’s been very confusing.”
“Talk to me,” she offered.
“I can now and thank you,” I said; “but I couldn’t before.”
“I can’t believe you told her,” she still objected.
“I promised she could eat your cunt once I accomplished becoming a mother fucker,” I added.
“Oh, Kevin,” she sighed nervously, “that’s even worse.”
“What?” I asked. “She loves eating cunt and you’re a bisexual slut, so it just makes sense.”
“This secret we have is so fragile,” Mom explained as if I didn’t already realize this. But she was feeling fragile, so I didn’t mind.