By the time I had emptied every drop out of my balls, my belly was covered in hot seed. I could see a thick strand coating her painted fingers as she drew her hand away, but she made no effort to wipe any of my c*m from her hand.
"Before your father...changed," Mom stared at her c*m covered hand as she spoke. "I used to do this for him."
With a sigh, mom rose to her feet and turned to the door. I knew it was now or never, so I spoke.
"Mom, wait," I said softly. She turned and faced me.
"I'd love to return the favor," I told her.
Mom studied my face silently for a moment. Then she spoke softly.
"You mean that, don't you?" she seemed surprised.
"Very much," I told her.
Mom stood at the door and studied my face for a moment. I thought at first, she was going to say something, and then
