A slimy Exploration
"Now I'm not promising perfect results, but we'll try our best tomorrow. Okay sweetie!" While tucking the kiddo in, remnants of the beautiful "SlimeExample_4" image wandered around in my head. I pulled the covers up around my little man, and folded them under his arms tightly. He looked like a little burrito.
"Thanks mommy!"
"You bet." I thumbed his little chin and gave him a peck on the forehead. "Besides, the kitchen counter is filled with some great stuff. You really found some good stuff, didn't you."
"Uh-huh." He grinned and nodded his little head pridefully.
"You make mommy so proud." I stopped at the door and flipped the light switch. "Sweet dreams pumpkin-pie!"
"-night mommy. I love you!"
"Mmm. You too."
Tomorrow we were going to try our hand at making some 'white slime'. But tonight - I needed to do plenty of research. I loved research. It was where I shined. In my college days I had to pull out books, and navigate the dewey decimal system, but now with the internet at my disposal - knowledge, information, history, power. Everything I wanted to learn was just a click away.
And that's how I found myself in bed, at four in the morning, having the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life.
"Haaaaaaugggghhhh-" My back nearly snapped as it arched. My pussy gripped tightly around my three inserted fingers as I plunged deep into my quenching warmth.
My right leg usually spasms when I cum, but it was practically convulsing as I came to a picture of a forty-something lady in a cute green and orange sundress lying on her bed. She wasn't particularly beautiful, at least not by societal standards, but when I found her picture - I tipped over the edge.
My autonomous leg kicked out writhed in orgasm. Both my feet arched, and my toes curled. My butthole contracted with each pulsing quake.
I gripped onto my tablet which displayed a picture of the milf. Three or four massive shots of man-cum, each almost as wide as the woman's little up-turned nose, had completely covered the left side of her heavily freckled face. From forehead to chin, the parallel ropes of fluid that were thick and congealed cast long shadows from a nearby window light.
A thick, gooey puddle had formed in the crevice of her eye, but she somehow managed to keep it open. Sticky strings and droplets clung to her short lightly colored lashes. A lone streak that started on her upper lip ran up to her forehead and continued into her ginger hair that was spread all around her in a beautiful display. Some of it had even hit the headboard behind her, and was still clinging to it.