MN/P1Male/Morn/MomSolicit/DoggyOnFace

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You decide to finish on your mother's face... there's no need to waste cum.

“Mom, can I cum on your face?” You ask as you saw into her plump slit.

“W-wha?” Your mother gasps, looking up. “O-okay.” She says as her box clamps down on you. You don't know how, but your mother's snatch just became ten times better. It feels a lot hotter and tighter around your pecker. It's unfair! You're not going to last long like this.

“Mom!” You gasp as you pull your meat out of her now gaping hole. As you stand, your mother turns around and supports herself on her back. She lolls out her tongue and stares at you intently as you work your member over her mouth. With her beautiful green eyes watching and waiting for you, you hit your peak. You grunt as you cum, your hand working your glan to squeeze out as much baby batter as possible.

You shoot your thick wad all over your mom's face. Your first shot flying high and streaking across her left eye. Your next shot is less powerful and end up flying across your mother's nose. Your third and last couple shots are a lot weaker but you aim all of it into your mother's mouth and tongue. You finish pushing your dick into your mother's mouth. Her eyes shoot up in surprise, but she bobs her head over your cock a couple of times before spitting your load into some paper towels. You collapse sideways onto your bed. Your mother catches her breath and mutters something about taking a second shower as she towels herself off.

“So, how was it?” Your mother asks.

“It was awesome.” You answer her with a smile. “Thanks again, Mom.”

“Yup.” Your mother chirps. She cleans up, collects her things and peaks out the door before exiting your room. You jump into the sheets still taking in her lovely scent, wishing that she was still here. You don't know what the future holds, but you're glad that you two made love...

You open your eyes to the sound of passing cars. You must have fell asleep. You blink and look at the clock. It's 6 in the evening. Time to find something else to do.

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