She let me go a moment later, licking her lips. She reached behind her neck and fiddled with something. Then the front of her dress fell away and her large breasts spilled out. They were big and soft. Just so amazing to see. She cupped them, lifted them, and piled them around my cock.
“Mom,” I groaned at the wondrous feel of her big boobs engulfing my cock. The warmth surrounded them. The softness caressed them as she slid them up. “Fuck!”
“Mmm, are you going to cum all over Mama’s face?” she purred as the limo drove us into Seattle. I could see the skyline glowing out the window. We were almost there.
“But the awards,” I groaned. “You’ll never get cleaned up in time. You’ll have my jizz…” I blinked. “Oh, god, you want that. Of course, Mama, I’ll jizz all over your face. Just coat you.”
She squeezed harder about her tits and beamed at me. She had such thick eyelashes, her green eyes really standing out with the eyeliner and eye shadow. Her ruby lips gleamed wetly, her cheeks rouged. She looked gorgeous as she worked her boobs up and down my cock.
I shuddered as she slid them up and down. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, loving every second of her tits caressing my dick. The pleasure shot through me. My heart hammered in my chest. I loved it. I savored the way her breast massaged me. They were so warm and plump.
Her tits lid up my shaft and engulfed the crown. Pleasure shot down to my nuts. They drank in the bliss. I groaned, my face twisting with the bliss. I shuddered on the bench as the limo pulled off the freeway and into Seattle itself.
“Mama,” I groaned, savoring the way her boobs massaged me.
“Mmm, my good boy is going to jizz all over my face, aren’t you?” she purred, her voice and throaty as she slid her tits up my dick.
“Hell yes, Mama!”
My voice echoed through the limo. Dad filmed it all. Would he put it up on his Facebook? He often did. I shuddered, my heart pumping heat through my veins as Mom’s tits massaged my cock. Every time they engulfed my spongy tip, the ache grew in my nuts. The pressure swelled at the crown.
My precum stained the inner slopes of her boobs. The shiny smears grew every time she slid her boobs up then back down my cock. Her nipples rubbed into my stomach. My pregnant mother loved my cock with her amazing boobs.
“Mama,” I groaned, the need to erupt rising and rising. “You’re going to make me cum all over your face. Just jizz on your beautiful features. I’ll coat you in so much spunk.”
“Wonderful, Jason!” She beamed at me. “I want you to just shower your Mama in all your cum. Just pump it all over my face.”
My pregnant mother worked her tits faster and faster as the limo navigated the busy downtown area. My face contorted with the pressure building in my nuts. They ached, ready to spurt all my spunk onto my mother’s features. I would drench her in my incestuous jizz.
She slid her tits up my cock, her green eyes staring at mine. She engulfed the crown. My dick lurched as she slid her soft boobs back down. I crossed that line. My balls prepared to unload. I felt that ache in my prostate.
“Mama!” I gasped. “Now!”
She looked down as she slid her tits up my cock just in time for the eruption.
My cum fired from my dick. Taboo pleasure slammed through my body as the first spurt of ropy cum splashed onto her face. I groaned as the jizz coated her cheek and draped across her nose. Her mouth opened, the next splash painting her ruby lips in pearly seed.
“Fuck!” I groaned, Dad filming every moment of my cock unloading on his wife’s face.
I hosed Mom down and loved it. The pleasure bathed my thoughts in rapture. I bucked with each blast. Mom worked her tits up and down my cock, milking out the cum. I snapped my head back, groaning as I fired the last of my jizz onto her face.
“Oh, Jason,” Mom groaned as she looked up, her tits pulling from my cock. Spunk ran down her features and dripped onto her boobs and the diamond necklace she wore. “Mmm, you coated me in so much spunk.”
“I’m so glad, Mom!” I groaned, my heart pumping this wild beat. I love coating you in spunk.”
“Mmm, I can tell,” she purred, this naughty glint in her green eyes. Jizz coated her thin eyebrows and ran down her chin.
She grabbed the front of her dress and tied it behind her head. She adjusted her tits as the spunk dripped down her features. More fell on her dress. A bead landed in her cleavage and ran down into the valley of her tits.
“Fuck,” I groaned as the limo came to a stop.
Mom put away my cock, kissing my softening dick on the tip before pulling up my boxers. She fastened me and zipped me as the limo came to a stop. The door opened. There were reporters and people with cameras there.
Dad stepped out first, putting away his phone. Then I climbed out, pictures flashing. I held out my arm to my mom. Dripping in my incestuous seed and so obviously pregnant with my child, she clung to me, beaming at the local reporters covering this award show.
I was shocked that there was this amount of red carpet treatment.
I just smiled at the cameras, bemused by this. Reporters shouted some questions, but they all just rolled over my stunned mind. Bathed in the bliss from the orgasm, my mind wasn’t comprehending the words. I just drank in the spectacle.
“Yes, it is my son’s cum,” Mom said to one of the reporters. Clearly, her mind was working. “I gave him a titty fuck in the limo. He’s such a good boy. He deserves it.”
I just gave a foolish smile as the reporters cried out more questions. Then we were past them.
Inside, a young woman rushed up in a dark-green dress. “Hi, Mrs. Reynolds,” she said. “I’m Amber, and I’m here from M. I. L. F. S. to help you out with anything. If you’ll follow me. And I have to say, wearing your son’s cum is a bold statement. No wonder you’re our best activist.”
“Oh, this,” Mom asked and laughed gaily. “I just have to have my son’s jizz upon my face whenever I can. He’s such a stud.”
“Mmm, and put a bun in the oven right away,” Amber said and winked at me. “Way to go, stud. I hope my son is as good as you.”
“How old is your son?” Mom asked.
“Three, and he’s so adorable tottering around the apartment,” Amber said. “It’s been rough being a single mother, but I know in another fifteen years it’ll be so worth it when he comes to my bed.”
“Yes, it will be,” Mom said. “My husband has been a big help, but even if you don’t find a husband, you’ll do just fine. I can tell.”
Amber beamed at us.
The three of us were taken to our seats, a table upfront. Two other people were sitting there, two women in gorgeous gowns, all in the middle years but looking sexy. With them were their dates, men in sharp tuxedos. Greetings were exchanged. The women all cupped my face and kissed my cheeks, gushing about how handsome I was.
“He’s a real lady’s killer, Rita,” one said, her blonde hair coming from a bottle. “And he just hosed you with his cum. That’s bold.”
“Just a proud Mama who wants the world to know it,” Mom purred.
“And such a supportive husband,” said a woman with dark-brown hair. “I see where your son gets his dashing looks.”
“Mmm, Mike did sweep me off my feet,” Mom purred. “But now I have Jason. He’s such a wonderful lover. So caring. He wants the best for me.”
My cheeks burned as I nodded. The room buzzed with talk. Many were coming up to congratulate Mom and to praise how handsome I was. And how much cum I had pumped onto her face. “Your son must have big balls. He drenched you, Rita,” one woman said, and winked at me. “Just huge ones. Can I borrow him?”
“We’ll see,” Mom said and winked at the woman who then tittered with delight.
Two more additions came up to our table. “There she is,” said a woman in a silver dress who was also pregnant. She had black hair that framed her face. Clearly she is. “Our big award winner for the night. It’s so lovely to meet you face to face.”
“Mrs. Jordan,” my mother gasped and stood up. I blinked then shuddered as the two pregnant MILFs’ bellies pressed together. The new one kissed my mother on both cheeks then licked up the cum on them. She had three men waiting behind her, all in tuxes. One must be her husband and the other two had to be her sons.
“This is Mrs. Jordan,” Mom said to Dad and me. “She’s the founder of M. I. L. F. S.”
“Just a little thing I put together a few years ago with my first child from my two eldest.” She motioned to her boys. “Tom is twenty. I’m having his second child, both girls. And Frank is eighteen. I had his son last year. Just such an exuberant boy. I can’t wait until he’s old enough to fuck me.”
“I know,” Mom said. “Just so eager to enjoy the son of my son. It’ll be so wicked. Both my boys in bed at the same time.”
“Oh, that is a treat,” Mrs. Jordan said. She took the seat beside Mom, her eldest son beside her than her youngest and her husband. “Trust me. I regularly have all three of my men in bed. Mmm, a cock in every hole. Do you enjoy your son and husband?”
“Oh, no, I’m all in with my son,” Mom purred, patting me. “I don’t need another man in my bed. Not until this bundle of joy is old enough.” Her other hand rubbed at her pregnant stomach.
I was eager for my son and me to share Mom. I knew that I would never stop being her good boy. Mom and I would always be lovers, but of course she had had to have sex with her other son. That was just the way the world worked. And she would look hot the entire time because this world was fucked up and mothers who were bred by sons stopped aging.
As the two women chatted about making love to their sons, the waiters brought around the food. We had our choice of steak, chicken, or fish, something we had to choose from weeks ago. Mom had the fish, I went with the chicken, and Dad was eager for that steak.
It wasn’t bad. I thought it would be way better, but it was good enough. I had always heard jokes about awards and fundraisers having shitty food. It wasn’t shitty, but it also wasn’t as high-class as I thought. Dad said his steak was fine while Mom picked at her fish.
“Next year, I am so having my sons’ cum on my face,” Mrs. Jordan said. “It’s such a fetching look. Were you inspired by that article in Cosmo?”
“Mmm, I just had to try,” Mom said. “And it was a rush working my tits up and down Jason’s big dick in the back of a limo. My husband recorded it all. Mike, honey, can I get your phone?”