Now, it appeared that her son was going to shoot off any second. Realizing that it would be a waste for him to spill his hot cum all over the clean sheets, Roxanne bolted for the bed and jumped up next to her writhing son.
Opening his eyes, Dave was treated to a delicious view of his mother's gigantic tits heaving just above his beet-red prick-tip. Her nipples were fully erect and her brown areolas were bloated and puff with excitement.
Roxanne leaned over and held her lips just above Dave's about-to-burst cock-head. She opened her mouth wide and exhaled hot, sweet breath down into his piss-slit.
That was all it took for Dave to crack his nuts. Just as his mother touched her blazing lips to the hot, shiny skin of his dick-head, he blasted his load full-force into her face. Jet after jet of gooey cum spewed into her mouth, across her nose, and against her cheeks.
Working her jaws up and down frantically, flipping her tongue out wildly, Roxanne tried to gather as much of the hot jism into her mouth as she could. But Dave just kept shooting and shooting, drowning his mother's face with the heavy supply of jism that had been stored in his balls all night.
"Ohhhh, that's great!" Roxanne cried out, enjoying the feel of hot, sticky cum covering her face like a starchy mask. "Give it all to me, you fucker! All of your cum!"
Clutching his cock-shaft as tight as he could, Dave continued violently stroking his prick, trying to blast out each and every drop of his precious jism. But he could only shoot so much, and it wasn't long before his fierce spasms died down. His cock grew soft in his spunk-drenched fist, and soon the teen sank back down into his mattress, moaning softly, quite satisfied.
Normally, jerking off was just something he did on impulse, and rarely did he gain much satisfaction from emptying his balls by hand. But being able to jack off into his mother's obliging face was one of the greatest sexual thrills of his young life.
Now, Roxanne scrunched down between her son's cum-soaked legs and began working her sweaty tits around Dave's flaccid prick. Her nipples slid easily all around the teen's crotch, greased by the heavy load of jism that glistened all over his loins. Strands of the gray-white stuff stretched from Roxanne's chin and jaws, back down into Dave's lap and across his belly.
Taking a deep breath and smiling, the teen said, "Fuck, Mom, that was the neatest time I ever jacked off. I thought I was going to turn inside out I was coming so hard into your face."
Roxanne continued wallowing her tits all around her son's spent cock and balls. At the same time, she tried to gobble up as much of the thick, hot jism as she could, swallowing each mouthful heartily.
"Mmmmmm, does that feel good?" she cooed, her voice coagulated with rich cum.
"Oh, yeah, Mom! The best ever. Your tits even feel better than Sally's!"
As he spoke the neighbor woman's name, Dave stopped short, slapping a hand across his mouth.
"Pardon me, son? I don't believe I heard you right."
Roxanne sat up quickly, strings of sticky cum flowing all over her from her face and tits like extra-hot mozzarella cheese. Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest, not caring whether or not she was spreading the lines of cum all over the place.
Dave tried to squirm away, but then he froze under his mother's harsh gaze. All he could do was look at her guiltily.
"I was doing it for you," he said. "Honest, Mom."
"Doing what? Fucking that old hag, Mrs. Schultz?"
Then Dave began to think about all the money he had been bringing home lately, and he decided to fight back. "Yeah, well, she wasn't the only one, either."
"Oh, is that right?" Roxanne asked, rolling her eyes. "And I suppose you're the new town stud, fucking lonely woman wherever you can find them."
Dave grinned, curling his upper lip in defiance. "I guess you could say that. Yeah, I think you're right."
Mother and son held their ground, staring at one another across the bed. And then, as if on a signal, they both broke out laughing, reaching forward to hug and kiss.
"Oh, Dave," Roxanne sighed, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm so proud of you."
"And, Mom?" the teen asked, looking up at her with watery eyes. "You know I love you, don't you? I mean, I like to fuck all those ladies and everything, but when I'm doing it, I really think about you. Really."
Roxanne held him closer and kissed the top of his head. "Thank you, son," she whispered. "I know you love me." But as she noticed her son breathe a sigh of relict she had to laugh to herself.
Dave was learning fast, she thought. Not only was he becoming a small-town legend, fucking up a storm, but he was also learning how to keep a woman from asking too many questions. Her son was turning into a regular Casanova. But that was okay with her. She knew she wasn't exactly a virgin anymore.
"Well, now that you're awake," Roxanne said, "why don't we go and get the girls. I've got breakfast waiting."
"That sounds great, Mom. I need a heavy dose of protein, if you know what I mean."
Laughing knowingly, mother and son scrambled out of the bed and walked hand in hand into the bedroom next door.
"Rise and shine, you cunts!" Dave called out.
Flicking on the light, Dave and Roxanne looked around the room for the two twins. Candy's bed was empty, and there was just a big lump under the covers in Sandy's bed. But then that lump began to move, and the covers were swiftly thrown aside.
"Surprise!" the twins yelled.
They were lacked together in a sixty-nine position, their smiling faces covered with fresh, hot cunt-sauce.
Sandy smacked her lips and said, "We heard you guys grunting and groaning next door, so we just had to get in some sucking."
"Well, that's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," Roxanne said, brushing flakes of dried jism off her large nipples. "But don't you think it's a little selfish keeping it to yourselves?"
After a momentary silence, the four Fildert's broke out laughing, enjoying the first moment of togetherness they had shared in a long time. Dave hugged his mother, and then Sandy and Candy hopped out of bed to join them.
The twins tried to spread any leftover wet cum around their faces and tits and then snuggled up closer until the four of them, were stuck fast together with crusty jism.
"Okay, you kids, that's enough," Roxanne said. "Now, let's get downstairs before all that food gets cold."
Breaking away, the two girls dashed through the door. They were already flopping flapjacks onto their plates downstairs when Dave and Roxanne finally sat down at the breakfast table. It just so happened that the four of them had been in such a hurry that they all arrived at the table stark naked. But that didn't seem to affect their appetites, for hands were flying all over the table, grabbing this, passing that and tugging such and such. It wasn't long before they were all eating heartily, chewing loudly and smacking their lips.
"Mmmm, boy, these are great pancakes," Dave said, "but I think they need more syrup."
But instead of reaching for the sticky syrup pitcher, Dave reached under the table and searched around for Candy's cunt-hole. She was so busy eating, that she didn't notice Dave slipping his finger into her still-slippery pussy-lips until it was too late.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing, stupid?" Candy yelled, spitting out bits of food.
But Dave only laughed, holding out two fingers coated with gooey cunt-sauce.
"A meal just isn't complete without some of this," he declared.
Then he placed his fingers on the edge of his stack of pancakes and spread the wet pussy-sauce all over.
"You're sick!" Sandy yelled, throwing a cornbread muffin at her brother.
Dave ducked and then began laughing. He opened his mouth wide and then held a forkful of pussy fluid-coated hotcakes in front of his face. "Here goes! Mmmmmm!"
As he chewed and then swallowed, Candy silently slipped under the table and crawled toward her brother's gaping crotch. Using the broad, flat blade of a butter knife, she swiftly scooped up whatever goopy cum she could find from her brother's crotch. Then she scuffled back to her chair before her could grab her.