Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:29:32 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Helping Mommy - part 4 This is part 4 of the Helping Mommy story I wrote for the TG/Teen section. Please include it with the rest of that story _______________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Usual warning. This is a work of fiction. If you dont' know what that means, look it up in a dictionary. Nothing about this is real and should not be considered as anything other than pure mastabatory material. Don't even think of trying any of this in real life. This story contains scenes of incest and underage sex and if that offends you, tough shit. You shouldn't be reading these things in the first place. _______________________________________________________________________________ Helping Mommy - Part 4 (If you haven't read parts 1 thru 3, I suggest you do so before reading this) So that was how it started. My precious little boy began wearing the clothes I'd originally bought for Gabby almost every day. He was still in first grade and wore his regular clothes to school. But as soon as he got home he'd run to his room with a quick, "Hi Mom," and emerge minutes later in a skirt and blouse or a pretty dress. Thre was never any question about wha the was wearing underneath. He would unselfconsciously show me his panties and training bra and ask me if they matched his outfit. I felt horribly guilty about having sex with him but I rationalized it as being a healing process for the pain and loss we both felt. Over the next couple of days I vowed not to do it again and would pump my breasts when Chris wasn't around. I guess he didn't realize how often it needed to be done because he didn't bring up "helping me" again until he caught me three days later. He'd gone over to a friend's hosue a few doors down. He'd been gone most of the day and my tits were aching because I hadn't pumped since he'd left tin the morning. They felt full and heavy. I thought about waiting till he got home and doing it in the bathroom but I thought if I did there was a chance he'd wonder why I was in the bathroom so long. On the other hand, I knew if I started now and he came home while I was in the middle of it, he might be upset that I wasn't letting him "help me". I didn't want to go into the bathroom when he wasn't home because I couldn't hear him come in from upstairs and thought he'd be afraid if he came home and didn't hear me. I couldn't wait anymore, my tits hurt so I grabbed my breast pump and began the miserable chore of pumping the milk from my breasts as I sat at the kitchen table. I'd just started, however, when inevitably, I heard the front door open and close and Chris calling out, "Hi Mommy, I'm home!" "Shit," I whispered quietly and tried to quickly put away the breast pump. I'd only gotten it stashed in the cabinet when Chris walked into the kitchen before I could button up my blouse. I stood there nervously smiling at him as I tried to cover myself. My nipples still leaking milk down my belly and across my arms. "Oh my god!" Chris said worridly, "I'm sorry Mommy. I was gone so long. You boobies must hurt huh? I haven't drank from them in days have I? C'mon...let's go in the TV room and you can lie down and I'll help you." I tried to resist and tell him "no" but he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes, "You don't want me to help you Mommy?" "No, darling...its not that...its...its just that...little boys shouldn't be suckling their mommy's breasts at your age. You're almost 8 after all and suckling is really just for babies. I'll just pump my breasts." "But why Mommy? Why can't I help you?" And I had no good explanation. My mouth wouldn't work. "Because its not right" just wasn't really an answer was it? And why wasn't it ok for him to suckle from me? Just because society thought he was too old? When exactly had he become too old? At 24 months? 25 months? 36 months? When exactly was the cutoff? Three years, six months and 27 days? It was ridiculous really. He was still my baby boy...er...girl...whatever...he was still my baby and he wanted to help me and...oh god...it felt so much better to have him do it than that cold plastic *thing*. So I let him tug on my arm and pull me into the TV room where I again laid down on the sofa and Chrissy stripped off his shirt and shorts (and I noticed he was wearing his pink nylon bikini panties) and he suckled me. As he did so I felt him become stiff in his panties. I felt his little cockett pressing against my bare thigh and he began to hump against my leg, rubbing himself on me like a little horny puppy. I smiled but told him he should stop that. He stoppped suckling for a moment to ask innocently, "Why Mommy?" Again I had no answer other than "Because" but before I could say anything he continued, "We did it the other day and you didn't mind," and he was right. We HAD done it...and more...and if I told him it was wrong now then surely he'd realize it had been wrong before and that would open up a whole new can of worms. So...god help me...I didn't say anything. I let him continue rubbing his little pricklett on me and he continued suckling my tits. As happened before I began to get aroused and I felt my panties getting wet. I could tell my pussy juice was seeping through my nylon shorts and I could smell my sex. I looked down at Chris suckling me and saw that he knew I was getting turned on. He smiled up at me with my tit in his mouth and then he reached down and began to rub my cunt thru my shorts. "No, no no," I thought to myself, "not again...oh god...I'm such a whore...to let my baby do this to me..." but it was too late. I was gone by then. Lost in a world of excitement and lust. The last bit of resistance was gone. Before I knew it we were in a 69 and I was sucking his little cock and he was licking my nasty cunt. His little tongue darting in and out of my fuckhole as I swirled my own tongue around his stiff little dickie. Sucking the soft head and licking his little balls. I didn't care any more if it was right or wrong. He was my baby. He was mine and I was his. We were all we had and we loved each other body and soul and this pleasure we were giving to each other was just an expression of how deeply we loved each other. We came almost at the same time and when I felt his little cock twitching in my mouth I knew I could never again deny him this pleasure. With my hands on his tight little ass cheeks I felt him tense and stiffen as he had his little baby orgasm and it set me off and I arched my back and came against his sweet little tongue as it flicked across my clit. "Ohhhhhh god baby...you're a natural cunt licker," I said when my breath returned. He turned around and lay on top of me and we kissed. I could taste my cunt juice on his face and licked him clean. He smiled and laughed and said, "That tickles Mommy." That set me off into a tickling match with him. Wriggling my fingers against his ribs and his belly. His giggles sending me into a fit of laughter as he tried to tickle me back...under my arms....along my ribs...and soon enough...between my legs. Before long our fingers were fondling each other again and we masturbated each other to another set of mutual orgasms. >From that point on, I never looked back. Chris "milked" me at least three times a day. In the mornings before he left to catch the school bus and in the afternoons when he got home and after dinner as we watched TV together. We would often sleep together....he in a pretty little nightgown and panties...but I encouraged him to sleep in his own bed too. But I have to admit it felt so good to have a warm body sleeping next to me and I loved waking in the middle of the night to feel him suckling me or to feel his little pricklett pressing against my thigh. some nights we'd fall asleep in a 69 position laying on our sides...me with his cock in my mouth and he was his fingers...or sometimes his whole hand...inside my cunt. When Chris turned 8 we had two parties. One for all his friends from school and the neighborhood where he got action figures and a football and a baseball mitt...and the other...later that evening at home just he and I where I gave him three dresses, a dozen pairs of pretty, sexy, big girl panties of different styles and four new training bras...padded to give him just a hint of a bustline. I hand't seen him so happy since before the accident and he hugged me so tight I couldn't breath. He ran with his packages and tried them all on and modeled everything for me. As he came out in the last one...a pink flower print sleeveless summer dress with a crocheted top...I noticed just the hint of sadness beneath his smile. I knew my darling little...girl...well enough to ask, "What's wrong honey? Don't you like that one?" "No, Mommy...I love it...its not that...i-its just..." "What babydoll?" "Well...I wish I could go shopping with you sometime and pick out some things myself." "Oh...um..of course darling," I said. What could I say after all? That weekend Chrissy dressed up in one of his new dresses, a multicolored floral print short sleeved tiered dress. Chrissy loved it because when he twirled around the bottom practicly floated on air it was so light. Beneath it he wore a poweder blue lace boyshort and matching traning bra. One of the new ones I'd bought him with a little padding. His hair was still growing out and barely came to shoulder length but I styled it as best I could and put a little red hair ribbon in it. He slipped on some sandals and I put just a touch of blush and lip gloss on him and off we went to the mall. I think I was more nervous than he was. We'd been shopping for over two hours and Chrissy was having the time of his (or her) life. He absolutely loved the underwear section and I bought him more panties than I can count. He begged me for some tights and I found some in his size in various colors. We only bought one dress but I lost count of how many he tried on. We passed other moms with their daughters and most smiled at Chirssy's exuberance and I smiled back. I realized for the first time that I was now one of those moms...fussing over her little girl and finding pretty dresses for her to try on. It was what I had dreamed about years ago....only it hadn't turned out quite as I'd expected. Nevertheless, I was determined that we would enjoy ourselves. As I walked around a stand of skirts however, it happened. "Hi Pam," a voice called out behind me. I turned and there was Richard Morgan, my neighbor from two doors down. I jumped a bit when I saw Chrissy come around the corner right behind him with a denim miniskirt in his hand. "Hi Richard," I said. Hoping I could get away from him before he saw Chrissy. Chris often played with Richard's two kids...Michael who was 9 years old (about 6 months older than Chris) and Mandy who was 12. Before I could extricate myself form the situation, however, Chrissy piped up, "Hi Mr. Morgan," he said. Richard turned and I saw a look of confusion pass across his face that was quickly followed by one of recognition. "Hi...um..Chris," Richard said. "I'm not Chirs right now Mr. Morgan. I'm Chrissy. I like Mommy to call me Chrissy when I dress up." So much for my idea of trying to pass Chrissy off as my niece from out of town. "Um...Richard...I..." I was about to say, "I can explain" when it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't have to explain anything to this man. I didn't have to explain myself to those nosey assholes in my old home town when I'd gotten pregnant and I certainly didn't have to explain anything to this man who was little more than an acquaintance. Who was he to judge me anyway? I was getting good and riled up in the span of about a half second when Richard cut me short and said, "You don't have to say anything Pam. Its none of my business. And to be honest with you, I sorta had an idea that there was a 'Chrissy' hiding inside Chris." He chuckled a bit when he saw the look of disbelief on my face. "I'd...ummm....sorta noticed his panties peeking out of his shorts a few times when he was playing with Michael." "And you never said anything?" I asked incredulously. "Like I said," he replied, "its none of my business. Chris...err..Chrissy...seems like a happy kid...especially after losing his dad and baby sister so...what's the harm." I stood there with my mouth open, staring at him stupidly. I couldn't think of anything to say except, "Thank you." And for some strange reason, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I blinked several times and forced them back. Richard smiled gently and said, "Nothing to thank me for Pam." He paused for a moment and I thought he was uncomfortable with the situation and merely looking for an exit strategy when he said, "Um....listen. I hope you don't think I'm being forward or anything but...would you like to go have dinner with me sometime? It wouldn't be a date or anything. I just thought...you know...you could maybe use some adult time. I know after my divorce when Rita left me with the kids I was dying for some adult company." I thought about it for a moment. I had been on my own with Chris for so long before I'd met Larry that I never really thought of "adult time" until after we'd gotten married. Since the accident, Chris had been my life-line and, until Richard had mentioned it, I hadn't realized how much I missed having an adult conversation. It didn't take me very long therefore to say, "Sure. I'd like that Richard." "Great," he said with a smile that belied his 'not a date' comment. "Mandy can babysit Michael and Chris...sy. How about tomorrow?" I grinned inwardly at the way he'd quickly added the feminine "y" to the end of Chris' name, clearly still unsure of how to deal with the situation despite his assurances to the contrary. "That sounds great," I said, "I'll come by your place with Chris around seven." We went home shortly thereafter and Chrissy modeled everything for me. Chrissy suckled my tits and we made slow love together. Mostly mutual masturbation and some licking and sucking. As we lay naked together snuggling on the sofa, I explained to Chris that he had to be mroe careful when going out with panties on becuase not everyone would understand or approve of a boy wearing girl's panties. He said he understood and asked if he could still wear panties when he went over to play with Michael and Mandy. I figured that since Richard already knew and didn't mind, that it would be ok and told him so. The next couple of days were uneventful. Chris had school and sucked my tits as usual. Some days we'd play. Some days we'd just relax and act like a normal mother and son...except that my "son" was wearing panties and frilly nightys as we'd cuddle together watching TV. Friday came soon enough and Chris and I walked over to Richard's house. Although he wore a tshirt and shorts, I noticed that Chris had a pair of pink panties on and I could see the waistband peeking out whenever he'd bend over. As soon as we arrived, Chris and Michael went to his room to play video games. Mandy let me in and offered me a soda while I waited for her dad, who she said had just gotten out of the shower. I apologized for being early but she didn't seem to mind keeping me company. We chatted about school and whatnot and I was struck by how she was maturing...emotionally if not yet physically. Mandy had long coltish legs that seemed to go on forever. At 12 she was already very tall at 5"8" and were it not for her flat chest, she'd look like she was 16. She had thick, wavy, dirty blond hair that fell to below her shoulders and beautiful green eyes that held you hypnotized when she looked at you. She had a straight perfect nose and a light spray of freckles across the bridge that would soon fade. Her full sensous lips were naturally red and pouty and had probably been turning men's (and quite a few women's) heads probably since she was 5. Rather than being a gawky gangling teen, she moved with a grace that showed off her athletic talents from gymnastics. As she sat across from me in an easy chair, she tucked her legs up under her butt and I noticed with a slight start that her shorts gapped at the legs where they met her crotch and I could see her naked pussy peeking out. I felt myself blush and I looked away but when I looked back she asked me if I was ok. "W-Why do you ask honey?" I said. "Well, you got all red for a minute. Are you having a hot flash?" In fact I was...but not the kind she meant. "No Mandy. I'm not old enough, yet, to be going through menopause," I chuckled. I quickly changed the subject but when I happened to glance down I noticed that more of Mandy's pussy was exposed through the leg hole of her shorts and this time, when I looked up blushing, she was looking right into my eyes and had a wicked little smile on her face. I was saved from any further embaressment though as Richard appeared in the doorway to the living room and took my arm. "You look great," he said. "Thanks," I replied after clearing my throat. As we left, I thought about Mandy and the fact that she was obviously exposing herself to me. I wondered, briefly, if Chris would be ok with her but chuckled to myself as I thought that Mandy seducing my little boy would be the most normal sexual experience he'd had. Dinner was wonderful. I'd forgotten how much I needed to have adult conversations. I never knew he owned a logging business but now I could see from his rugged good looks, square jaw, big strong arms, dark tan and dark brown eyes that this was a man who worked outdoors. In many ways he was the opposite of Larry, which was good. But in the ways that mattered, he could have been Larry's clone. He was charming and polite with a quirky sense of humor that I loved. He was unpretentious and warm with an easy smile and a chivalrous streak that made me feel very feminine. He held open the car door for me as well as the one for the restaurant and when we came to a big puddle in the street I half expected to him lay his coat across it for me to walk on. Instead, he simply said, "May I?" and held my waist and lifted me over it. I had butterflies in my stomach. All too soon, our evening ended and we were back at his place. It was late but the kids were still up. "May I see you again?" he asked. "I'd like that," I said, "Yes." Chris and I walked home and I asked him if he'd had a good time. He smiled and said, "Yeah. Mike and Mandy are great." Once home I helped him change into a nightgown and put him to bed. As he stripped off his shorts though, I noticed that he was wearing a peach colored boyshort panty. I'd thought he'd been wearing a paink bikinicut when we'd gone to Robert's but I assumed I'd been mistaken. His little cockett looked adorable in them nonetheless. I stripped naked and just fell into bed. I was tired and, for the first time in months, began to think of having a relationship with another man. I worried as I fell asleep how Chris would react though. Whether he would get jealous. I awoke inthe middle of the night to feel Chrissy suckling my tits and I moaned and pulled him close to me. Half asleep I reached down and rubbed his little dick and played my thumb around the tiny head. I caressed his little ballsack with my fingers and he moaned against my nipple. I felt him reach between my legs and begin to finger me and I spread my legs wide for him. Opening my cunt for my little baby sissy boy to play with. He soon had two and then three fingers inside me and was thrusting in and out of my sopping wet fuck hole as I stroked his boy clit. His hand pumping againt my cunt and hitting my clit as it made squshing noises. My hot cunt wrapped around his fingers practically sucking them in. He moved around and began sucking my other tit, emptying it of its milk. I could hear him swallowing my love and got even more aroused. He continued to finger fuck me, rubbing my juice over my swollen clit and making me come fully awake and arch my hips off the bed. I could smell my sex juice coming from my pussy and leaking down the crack of my ass as my little girly boy used my fuck hole. My hips were thrusting, pumping up and down as I fucked his hand. My hungry cunt needing to be filled and using my baby's hand to do so. I spread my legs wider so more of his hand could slip inside me. I felt his fingers wiggle against the wet walls of my cunt and it drove me over the edge. "Ohhhh god baby...Oh yesss my babydoll....you're making Mommy feel so good...my little sissy boy...my little angel...my baby lover...frig your Mommy's cunt you nasty little girl-boy. Fuck me, fuck me you slut bitch. You little baby slut fuck meeeeeee!" Suddenly I felt his other hand, which had been massaging my tits, slide down to my cunt and I felt him wet a finger of that hand with my cunt cream. Then I felt him slipping his hand under me, between my asscheeks and I felt his finger slip into my asshole. I gasped as I hadn't had my asshole played with since Larry'd died. I hadn't talked to Chrissy about it because I never thought he'd be interested. I'd just assumed he'd think that sort of thing was nasty, but now there he was, shoving his little finger into my most intimate of places. "Oh fuck yes baby...fuck Mommy's asshole. Do it you nasty little girl. Finger fuck my shit hole." I felt Chrissy grin around my nipple as he humped his little prick against my hand and drove his fingeres in and out of my cunt and asshole faster until I felt my orgasm sweeping over me. I screamed outload, "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck FUCK! YESssssssssssssss" and I felt Chris go stiff as well with his own baby cum. He pressed his sissy cock against me hard as his legs stiffened and he sucked my tit harder, almost biting the nipple. Wave after wave of pleausre rippled over my body and I screamed and moaned like a dirty filthy whore. We came down from our highs and our bodies relaxed in a tangled sweaty heap. His fingers still inside me. I didn't want him to pull out. Soon enough though he took his hands from my hot wet holes and nuzzled up close to me. He smleed like my cunt. The room reeked of sex and I hugged him tight. As we were drifting off to sleep it occurred to me to ask him when he'd learned to do that with my asshole. Chrissy just giggled and I was too tired to press the issue. I fell asleep and the next morning had pretty much forgotten about it. Over the next few weeks Robert and I went out often. I suppose we began dating without ever really discussing it. I was still lactating and Chris would suckle me as he had been doing several times a day, and often these nursing sessions ended with our making love to each other. I still felt pangs of guilt at what we were doing but when Chris' little mouth would suck on my nipples and I'd feel my milk flowing into his mouth, nurishing him, I couldn't help it. I would get aroused and my cunt would get wet and Chris would begin to finger my pussy and all reason was lost. Once he was finished suckling he would finish with a "dessert" of my pussy juice and sometimes we'd 69 and I'd suck his little sissy clit (as I'd come to think of it) while his little toungue fucked my hole. I loved feeling his little prick twitching in my mouth and making him cum and He'd quickly become an expert at licking my pussy and even began to tongue fuck my asshole. It surprised me at how quickly he learned to do things I hadn't taught him. Soon enough I was to discover the reason for his expertise. On our sixth date Richard and I finally kissed. We'd gone to some forgettable sappy love story movie and as we sat in a coffee shop afterwards laughing about how awful the film was, I suddenly realzied that Chris hadn't nursed from me since he'd gotten home from school earlier that day. For some reason, I'd chosen to wear a thin bra instead of my usual nursing bra. I think subconsciously I wanted to wear something sexy for Richard. My breasts were tender however and full of milk and, when Richard turned his head for a moment, I reached up and absently massaged them. I immediately realzied that I'd made a mistake when I felt my blouse get damp. I was so embaressed when Richard noticed and realized what had happened. Being the perfect gentleman, however, he quickly paid and hustled me out to his car. I was near tears. "I'm so embaressed..." I said. "Its ok. There's nothing to be embaressed about. Its perfectly natural and no one even noticed," he said. "C'mon, I'll take you home and you can....um...do...whatever you need to do." I laughed softly and wiped the tears from my eyes. "The word is 'pump' Richard. I need to pump my breasts. But thank you for being so understanding." Richard laughed too and we got in his car. "Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" he said. "Not at all," I replied. "Well...I know its been several months since....the accident and...I...um...was just curious about...I mean Rita never breastfed (god forbind she should do something so selfless) and her..um...milk...um...dried up within a couple of weeks. So...um...you know...I'm just wondering...." He was clearly uncomfortable with the topic and I didn't know what to say. Of course he was absolutely right. After Gabby died, my milk should have dried up soon after. In fact, my doctor had even offered to give me some pills that would have made it dry up even quicker but in my grief I'd never even thought about it. And once Chris began to nurse from them...well...it had never been an issue...till now. I did the only thing I could think of to change the subject. I leaned over and kissed Richard. Hard. Wtih tongue. And...oh my god...my pussy got wet and I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and those damn butterflies in my stomach again. Lust consumed me in that instant when my soft full lips pressed against his firm rugged mouth. I could taste the cinnamon from the bun he'd been eating. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him close. I could feel my breasts pressing against his chest and felt the wetness spreading on both our shirts. I ran my hand down his chest and squeezed his firm pectoral muscles and knew I had to have him. For all the love my little sissy boy gave me, I needed a cock in me. A big hard man's cock. I sucked Richard's tongue into my mouth and he kissed me back. I could feel the hunger in that kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I imagined it was his cock and sucked it and playfully bit his lower lip. My hand trailed down his chest and fell into his lap. I could feel his hardness thru his jeans. His cock felt huge. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. He looked back with naked lust. "I want you," I said. "I know," he replied. "I hope you don't think I'm a slut. I mean we've only gone out 6 times and its only been a few months since ...the accident...but..oh Richard...I..." "Shhhh," he said. "It's ok. I know. Believe me I know. I've only had one other woman in the last two years since Rita left. We....we need each other. It's not a case of you being a slut. You're a young...beutiful sexy woman with need..." I shut him up by kissing him again and this time his hands went under my skirt and began to rub my soaking pussy through my panties. We broke the kiss and I yanked his zipper down and reached in and pulled out his hard prick. Oh god....when I tell you it was beautiful its an understatement. It was eight inches long (I measured it another time) with a deep red circumcised head that was smooth and flared out nicely. It was nicely rounded and not pointy and the shaft was straight and fat with big viens. It twitched in my hand. It wa sa man's cock. A big fuckstick. I gripped it in my hand and stroked it a few times. It was hot and hard as a rock and smooth as silk. I went down on him immediately and sucked half its length into my hungry mouth. "Oh fuck yeah," Richard moaned. I smiled around his prick in my mouth and moaned back. My head bobbed up and down and I began to taste his pre-cum leaking from his piss slit. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." I moaned. I hadn't had a taste of a man's baby juice in months and I'd forgotten how addicting it could be. The salty, tangy, slightly chlorine taste and smell reminded me of a backyard pool on a hot summer's day. I sucked him harder. Richard pushed my hair back so he could watch me blowing him. He began to thrust his hips up and down in time with my head bobbing. I knew people might walk past his car and see me being a cocksucking slut but I didn't care. I reached into his jeans again and massaged his balls with the palm of my hand. I was surprised to note that he was apparently shaved. That was new for me as Larry hadn't ever shaved down there and it sort of reminded me a bit of Chris with his hairless little ballsack. But these were no sissy baby boy balls. These were the big fuck me full of cum balls of a real man and I sqeezed them firmly but gently, wanting to milk them of their cum. They were tight and firm and I lifted my head from his prick to lick them and sucked one ball into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it. Richard moaned again and I released his nut and took his shaft back down my throat. Richard was a little bigger than larry had been but I'd learned how to take a cock deep into my throat without gagging and I sucked Richard downt o the root. My nose pressed against the base of his prick and then sucked hard as I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth resting on my tongue. Then back down sucking him all the way in. Swallowing and massaging his rod with my throat. Then back up to taste more of his pre-cum dripping out. Up and down I went sucking him and worshiping his prick with my cunt mouth. He began thrusting his hips faster, fucking my face, fucking my mouth, using it like a cunt. Oh god he tasted wonderful. He tasted like a man. Salty and sweaty and musky. I couldn't decide what I wanted more...his cum in my mouth or his cock in my cunt...but all too soon my decision was made for me as he groaned and said, "Oh fuck Pam I'm cuming...I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth....suck it baby...suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth my sexy bitch." I sucked faster and harder and suddenly I felt his prick swell and twitch in my mouth and felt the hot spurt of his thick creamy spunk shooting down my throat and onto my tonge. He thrust once more hard into my mouth and gripped the sides of my head and blew another load of salty white man juice into my mouth. I tried to swallow fast but the next two spurts came quickly and filled my mouth to overflowing. I drank him cream but some still dripped out and ran down my chin and onto my blouse. I held his cock in my mouth as it finished dumping his load of cum in me. I felt him soften in my mouth and I slurped and licked his prick clean as I lifted my head from his lap. Richard surprised me because, before I could wipe my chin, he leaned in and licked the dropplet of spunk off my face and then kissed me and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back and knew my mouth still tasted like cum but he apparently didn't care. In fact, he kissed me so passionately that it seemed like the taste of his cum inmy mouth turned him on. When we finally broke the kiss he whispered, "Thank you." I looked him in the eye and said, "You're welcome, but I'm not donw with you yet stud. Mommy needs to cum too." He looked around and we both saw people walking into the parking lot from the coffee shop. He leaned in and kissed me again lightly, "Oh I'll take care of that little pussy of yours don't worry baby. but I don't think this is the best place for it." He started the car then and we pulled out of the parking lot breaking several traffic laws on our way home.