“That felt so good, mommy.”
“Mmm, it tasted good baby. Come here.”
She pulled me close to her face and began kissing me again. This time, she stuck her finger between our mouths and began feeding me cum she scraped from her chin. As I tasted the mix of her saliva and my salty/sweet cum, I felt so dirty and guilty, but that only made it hotter.
When she had cleaned up, she reached down and wiped the remaining cum off my cock, even squeezing some out of the tip. She playfully sucked it off her finger like a lollipop, then pointed at the kitchen island.
“Get that milk and bring it down here.”
I did as I was told, even though my body was now quaking from all the pleasure. I opened the first bottle and watched with blasphemous fascination as my mother began pouring it on one of her beautiful little feet. The white cream splashed and coursed down the soft, smooth skin and between her pretty painted toes.
I reached out and took her foot in my hand. Taking my time, I licked and lightly sucked the cold milk from the top her foot near the ankle down to her toes. I then took all her little toes in my mouth and suckled softly, eliciting a sigh from her that encouraged me to playfully suck and lick her big toe. By this time I was, to my astonishment, beginning to grow very, very hard.
Tracing my tongue lightly under her foot, I began to tease and tickle the bottom of her delicate arch with the tip. As she giggled (I had no idea she was so adorably ticklish!), she began pouring milk down her breasts and beautiful, flat stomach. Still licking and teasing her, I felt around for another bottle and, finally opening it with one hand, I began pouring it on my mom’s legs and between them over her now obviously sticky-wet vagina. My eyes were darting around rapidly: between the wonderful sight of that cold cream coursing over her breasts and my pouring streaming between her legs and over her tongue tempting pussy, there was just too much to look at.
I stood and moved into the pool with her, then, sitting opposite her, I took her other foot in my hand and soaked it with what was left in my bottle. I placed both her feet on my tummy and rubbed them there until my cock was at full attention. Then I began pushing them lower.
My mother took the hint, and immediately began stroking my penis with her tiny, milky feet. Meanwhile, she continued opening bottles and pouring milk seductively over her breasts, tummy and crotch. By now, the pool was beginning to fill ankle deep with milk.
I couldn’t possibly tell you just how tantalizingly sexy my mother looked with that creamy milk coating her perky breasts and hard tummy. The contrast of the white against her caramel-tan skin was so primal and erotic. The chill had hardened her nipples, which she rubbed and pinched with her now empty hands, all bottles now poured into our milky love pool.
“Oh fuck, mom, I’m gonna cum again if we keep this up.”
She stopped stroking me and I leaned forward to lay on top of her. She took me between her legs and we began to writhe against each other. Her back was now submerged in the milk, which began to soak her raven-black hair. She was lapping some of the liquid up from the pool and across her body. This made the flesh between us slippery and sensual: the feeling of my hard body smoothing across her soft one was so perfect, so sinful.
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