A couple times she pulled my hand up and sucked her own cream off my fingers. The third time she did that I jerked my hand back and tasted her myself... She was delicious! I licked as much off my fingers as I could and then I scooped up what I could from what was running down her legs. Then I put my hand back over her pussy mound and pushed my fingers around in her furrows, one finger on each side of her clit (which was as hard as could be, too), but I tried not to touch her clit for fear of. It was just me and my mom (my dad died ten yearsago) at the house, so I pretty much could do anything thing I wanted within reason.As usual, I stripped my bed of the sheets and stuffed them in the washer before leaving for school. My dreams werevery wet and I was getting embarrassed at having to wash my sheets every single day. I’m sure my mom suspectedthe truth, but the only thing she mentioned about the matter was what a neat and clean boy I was.When I got home from school around 4 o’clock I. Giant ropes and gobs of cum began firing out of her cock and into the bowl in rapid succession. James lost count at eleven, and began to wonder if there would be anything left of the crackers by the time she finished drowning them in her jizz.The bowl was filling rapidly and as her climax began to ebb she set it on the floor. “There we are… you can’t have cereal without milk, now can you? Eat up slut!”His chain rattled once more as James dove for his breakfast. He began lapping up the creamy. He drilled me for what seemed like hours, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, then he pulled out, and lay back on the blanket, his cock glistening in the light coming through the windows. I wasted no time climbing on top of him, my fingers getting sticky as I held his cock still so I could lower myself down onto it, easing him deeper and deeper inside me until I was sitting on him. He pulled me forward to kiss him, a big mistake with a tease like me, so I started lifting my hips so just.