Brandon cupped his balls, fondling them gently while he stroked himself. Watching Kelsey touch her asshole was going to send him over the edge, so he backed off, slowing his strokes and using a lighter touch. “I’d love to bend you over that bed. I’d lightly rub my dick through your wet snatch, then massage your hot juices into your little rosebud with my cock head, making you wonder which hole I was going to use to take you. You wouldn’t care which one I used, only that I was inside of you, fucking you hard and fast.”
Kelsey inserted one finger into her ass, only up to the first knuckle and used her other hand to massage her clit. She could feel her climax coming on fast. “God, yes! Fuck both my holes — I don’t care which one.”
Brandon grunted at her words, trying to hold himself back from exploding. “Are you close? I am, Kelsey.”
“Yeah, real close. I’ve never done this except before except online. I want you to cum on my tits.” She watched Brandon, expecting him to stand up, but he sat there, stroking himself. “No, really! Get over here, you lunk!”
Brandon lurched out his computer chair, sending it wheeling back into his desk and positioned himself in front of Kelsey, having to stand on his toes and lean forward a bit to get his cock near her tits. He reached down and stroked himself in a tight grip with both hands, feeling the exquisite pleasure concentrate in his shaft, traveling up his length, then exploding out of his tip. The first jet of jism hit her neck and he adjusted his aim, subsequent eruptions hitting her smooth round tits, covering her puffy pink nipples and areolae with his pearly seed. He grunted and shook, his knees feeling weak as he finished.
“Yes, paint my tits with your cum, Brandon!” Kelsey’s orgasm rolled through her in pleasant waves as she felt the warm sprays of fluid on her neck and chest. It was so hot asking him to claim her like this and feeling his release on her. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, Brandon.”
Brandon flopped down on the bed beside Kelsey, laying on his back, his spent cock still in his hand. Kelsey was looking at her chest, examining his thick release. “Eww… your jizz smells funny.”
“Funny? Like different from other guys?” Brandon was suddenly concerned.
“No. I mean, I’ve never had jizz on me before. The couple times I had sex we used a condom and I don’t have any experience with this… stuff.” She ran her finger through it, finding it stuck to her skin. “Such a weird texture. It’s like penis snot or something. What’s it taste like?”
“How the heck would I know?”
“You’ve never tasted yourself? I mean, I do.” She held her fingers up to her face, inhaling her scent from where she masturbated, then stuck her middle finger in her mouth, sucking on it seductively.”
“That’s different. Girls… I don’t know… taste good. And it’s not thick and goopy.”
“Well, if it’s too gross for you to taste it, I’m certainly not.” She hopped off the bed and grabbed his t-shirt, using it to wipe the creamy mess off her.
“Hey! That’s my shirt.”
“Well, a gentleman would have got me a washcloth or tissues or something.”
“Oh.” Brandon realized she was probably right, but he never had that kind of issue with his mom as she always cleaned herself up, usually disposing of his spunk with her mouth.
Ann stood in the hallway outside of Brandon’s door, watching her son and Kelsey through the crack. Her first instinct when she saw Brandon pull his pants off was to rush into the room and shut everything down. She stopped herself as firstly, Brandon might not forgive the embarrassment. And, she should be okay with this, right? Her son was 18. He and that girl were indulging in something that wouldn’t result in a pregnancy or STD. But the hard knot of jealousy roiling in her gut made her physically nauseous. She also wasn’t thrilled that the little trollop had her son talking so filthy. As she turned away from the room to lie on the couch and pretend to sleep, another anxiety gnawed at her. Brandon obviously wanted to explore anal sex and making him wait months for his birthday might as well be forever to a teenager.
The next morning Ann reminded Brandon of his Saturday chores while she was walking out the door to her work.
“You’re leaving a little early, mom. Boss coming down hard on you or something?”
Ann smiled at his concern. “No, sweetie. I wanted to pick up a couple of things for tonight. See you later.” She leaned over and kissed him, lightly flicking her tongue over his lips and running her fingers over his crotch.
The previous night after Brandon had fallen asleep, Ann had done some research on her phone. This morning, she stopped by the drug store on the way to work and purchased an enema bulb and a large bottle of lube, feeling embarrassed, but determined as she checked out with the young man at the register.
By the time she got home from work, Brandon had forgotten all about his mom leaving early. They fixed homemade pizza for dinner, cleaned up afterwards and Ann excused herself to the bathroom. She read the enema bulb box thoroughly, then used it, feeling a little thrill at the naughtiness of having something in her ass and what was to come. It took four applications before she felt she was clean, taking some extra time to get the last bit of water out of her rectum. She took off all her clothes except for her panties and padded down the hall to Brandon’s room, coming up behind him as he sat at his computer, playing a video game. She bent down and whispered in his ear.
“Happy birthday, Brandon.”
“What? It’s not my birthday.” Brandon’s attention was still focused on the game on the screen.
“It is tonight, sweetie. Come to bed.”