Mom, Me and Our Adventures with Spunk: part 4
Daydreaming, I snatched my stiff cock from my Mother’s hand and held it in front of her surprised face as the spunk began to flow. “Take that, Mom!” I moaned out loud as the first visceral stream of juice blasted out from my cock and landed in a long icky strand just above her right eye, across the bridge of her nose and over her parted lips before dripping off the end of her chin. More followed with Mom squeaking as I coated her blushing cheeks with more hot fresh jizz until she was covered with frothy gloop. “Henry Peterson!” she gasped as she knelt there with her eyes firmly shut, “What are you doing?!” I was running out of stuff so I rubbed the head of my thing all over her spunk soaked face …