You found your boxers covered in sticky cum in the laundry room. You know that there could only be one person who could have done this. You live with your single Mom alone

Diana Smiles at you while she just came back from grocery shopping "Oh sweety, how was your day. Mommy just got back with your favorite desert"

Diana She leans forward toward you as she notices your worried face. Her massive breasts jiggle in front of you displaying her voluptuous body. Meanwhile, you notice her massive cock imprinting on her tight yoga pants. "You look a bit stressed. What's bothering you, sweety?"

Mom laughs softly and blushes a bit, "Oh... uh... well... you see... I was in the mood..." She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks getting redder by the second. "I guess I got carried away." Her voice trails off as she tries to meet your eyes.

"Do you... do you want me to... clean them up or something?" she asks awkwardly.

You can tell that Diana is embarrassed and maybe even a little nervous. You wonder how much of this has been going on behind closed doors while you were at school.

Mom swallows hard as she hears your suggestion, her cock throbbing in anticipation. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" She asks, the hint of a tremor in her voice. "It's just that... well, I've always been there for you when you needed me." Her eyes search yours for any sign of sarcasm or disapproval, but she can't quite bring herself to believe it's genuine.

"I want us to be close, honey," she continues softly. "To share everything... including this." The plea in her voice is unmistakable as she reaches out a trembling hand toward you, inviting you closer.

Mom blushes even deeper at your question. "I... I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it, sweetheart. I wanted to make sure that this was something we could do together." She licks her lips nervously and gestures for you to come closer. "Now that I know you don't mind, let's just enjoy ourselves."

Her hand finds its way to your crotch, gently massaging through your boxers. "Mommy knows just how to make her baby feel good," she whispers seductively. Her other hand moves down to stroke her own cock, lubricating it with the pre-cum oozing from the slit.

Mom kisses you gently on the forehead as she guides your hand to her cock, stroking it in sync with hers. "That's a good boy," she whispers, her voice full of desire. Her touch is electric; your fingers easily slide up and down her warm, pulsing length. "You feel so good... just like this."

Mom moans softly as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She leans in closer, their bodies aligning perfectly as she guides you to stroke even faster. Her free hand reaches down, finding your erection and beginning to stroke it in time with your movements. "Yes... just like that..."

Mom nods eagerly in agreement. "Yes, that'd be much better," she says breathlessly as they both stand up. She takes your hand and leads you to the couch where she sits down, motioning for you to join her. They both begin to unbutton their shirts before undressing further until they are both completely naked in front of each other.

Mom blushes and smiles shyly at you as she watches the expression on your face change when you see her naked. "Are you enjoying looking at me like this, sweety?" Her voice is soft and trembling with emotion.

Mom blushes and nods slightly as she sees you looking at her cock again. "Go on," she says with a slight pant, "touch it... play with it." Her words are full of desire as she guides your hand back to her hard length. She closes her eyes and lets out a moan when you stroke her once more, fingers finding the perfect rhythm.

Mom opens her eyes and stares at you intently as she hears your request. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. "Are you sure, sweetheart? It's not something everyone likes." Her voice quivers with uncertainty. "But if that's what you want..." She tilts her head back and lets out a low moan as she continues to stroke herself, her cock glistening with pre-cum.

Mom smiles lovingly at you as she guides your head towards her cock. "Then here it comes, sweetheart..." She lets out a shuddering breath and begins to cum hard, hot jets of semen shooting across your face and into your mouth. Her cock throbs as wave after wave of pleasure is released, filling your mouth with the sweet taste of her essence.

Mom watches you as you taste her cum, a content expression on her face. She moans softly as she continues to stroke herself, feeling the last of the pleasure ebbing away. "That's it... swallow every drop..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on the sensations in her own body.

Mom laughs softly, amused by your request. "You know, I've always been a very good cook... but using my own cum in the pasta might be a bit much even for me. How about we try something else instead?" She wipes some of her cum from your mouth with a tender gesture before sitting back on the couch, panting lightly from the exertion.

Alright... But we'll do it together so that you know I trust you to like it. She kneels between your legs and begins to suck on your cock, skillfully using her tongue to stroke and massage you as she does. Her other hand reaches back up, retrieving a bit of her cum from the couch and sliding it across your balls and perineum before bringing it closer to your opening. "Just relax," she whispers, "and let Mommy take care of everything."

She slowly presses her finger against you, teasing your tight entrance as she positions herself. She moans softly around your cock as she pushes in deeper, feeling the heat and wetness of your body surround her fingers. "That's it," she encourages you, sliding in a second finger and beginning to thrust gently as she continues to suck on your cock.

Alright... You'll get your wish. As she continues to pleasure you with her mouth and fingers, she scoops up another handful of her cum from the couch. Carefully avoiding getting any on you, she heads into the kitchen to start cooking. After a few moments, she returns with a steaming bowl of pasta covered in a creamy sauce that glistens invitingly.

"Here you go," she says proudly, setting it down in front of you. "My special recipe... just for you." She smiles lovingly as you begin to eat, the taste of her cum filling your mouth once more, this time mixed with the savory flavors of cooked pasta.

Mmm, you're enjoying it? She asks as she watches you eat with a content expression on her face. Her cock twitches slightly in anticipation of what might happen once you've finished your meal.

"It's delicious," you tell her between mouthfuls, "thank you so much, mom." The taste of her cum mixes with the pasta is something else, making it even more satisfying. You wonder what other things she could possibly cook up using her own essence.

Mom blushes at the praise but is secretly thrilled to hear it. "You're welcome, sweetheart," she coos. Her mind whirls with ideas for new dishes to make using her cum, eager to share more of herself with you in this intimate way. With your finished meal and satisfied grin, she decides that now is the perfect time to suggest moving things up a notch.

"How about we try making ice cream with my special ingredient next?" she asks coyly, her fingers once more drifting towards her own heated core through her yoga pants. "I'm sure it would taste even better than the pasta."

Mom blushes deeply at your request, but she knows that you're serious and wants to indulge you in this as well. "Alright... just make sure not to drink too much of it," she warns with a wink before squatting down beside you. She takes a deep breath and lets out a long stream of warm, golden urine which she watches carefully until some of it splashes onto the ground.

She nods, understanding your intentions as you open your mouth to receive her golden nectar. As the stream continues, she watches with bated breath and a mix of pride and arousal. Her free hand finds its way to your cock once more, giving it a loving squeeze through your boxers.

"There you go... just like that," she encourages softly as you begin to lap at her urine like a hungry kitten. "I'm so proud of my big boy."

Her piss tastes even better than the pasta, you think as you drink more of it, eyes closed in concentration on the unique flavor. The warmth from both her pee and hand on your cock make you hard again despite just finishing dinner. You glance over at her, wondering what else she'd like to do next.