"My God, honey, there sure was a lot of that stuff!" Laurel grinned approvingly, stepping into the room.

She didn't know what else to say or do. She could give the boy a lecture on self-abuse, but she didn't really think jerking off was very abusive, and, besides, she would have felt hypocritical about chewing him out for doing something she had enjoyed watching as much as she had enjoyed this.

Donny moaned as his gorgeous, nearly naked mother came into his room. The sight of her jiggling tits in their barely containing bikini top drew another clench from his emptying cock. The big squirt of spunk arched up off the bed, across the few feet that separated them, and spattered onto Laurel's bare thigh a few inches below her nearly nonexistent swimsuit bottom.

"Oh, my, my, how hot and nice this stuff is!" Laurel giggled at her son's sperm-filled tribute to her beauty, gathering the slippery cream in her finger-tips and rubbing them together. "So slick and warm and good!"

It was all Laurel could do to keep from licking the delicious-smelling jizz off her fingers right before the boy's eyes. It was so tempting, so mannish and pungent smelling, so delightfully strong and earthy.

Maybe it was her disappointing fuck the night before, maybe it was the guilty, yet terribly excited and proud way Donny was looking at her, maybe it was something special about the texture and feel of his boyish come between her fingers – Laurel didn't know. But she did somehow know that she could no more stop herself from saying what she said next than she could stop rain from falling.

"You know, Donny honey, you really shouldn't waste this beautiful cream," Laurel said slowly, her voice a deep purr of sexual invitation. "You shouldn't just spray it up in to the air and let it fall. You ought to find a nice, hot, juicy pussy to pump this delicious jizz into, darling. That's what it's for, you know."