I couldn't wait to check out the photos of my mom enjoying the guys in her poolside gangbang. I jerked off at least a dozen times to the photos I took from the second floor windows.
There were shots of her fucking and sucking the guys after we returned from spring break. She was on her back in some and on her hands and knees in others. In one a guy was going down on her, eating her pussy and sucking her clit while she sucked on two cocks, rubbing them together as they played with her nipples, spitting on them to lube them up before deep throating them one after another, and I got it all on my digital camera.
I can't tell you how many times I replayed the vision in my head of what she had done and how good it felt to feel my hot cum shoot up in the air, lubricating my own cock and splattering on my stomach as I continued to stroke myself to another orgasm.
I was so caught up in remembering the actual scene that I didn't even hear her sneaking up behind me. My left hand was beneath my sac, massaging that hot spot between my ass and my balls and my right hand was using my own cum as lubricant to keep me going when she quietly coughed, more to let me know she was there than to clear her throat.
I just froze at the sound. I knew I was caught red-handed but it was too late to do anything but let my cum drip down from my hand and pool in my navel. The pictures of her were plastered on my screen and I was cumming to them with wild abandon as I stopped mid-stroke.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," she said. "I kind of like watching."
I always loved her husky voice, especially the way it let the s's slip out between her lips.
I could see her face reflected in my screen on top of the shots of her sexual abandon. She kissed the top of my head as her fingers rested on my shoulders before sliding down to my nipples. There they pinched and pulled, rolled and teased me to another erection. Her lips were close to my right ear.
"I want to see you taste your cum," she said. No longer a whisper but a very motherly statement. Kind of like when she "asked" me to do the dishes or rake the lawn.
When I hesitated. She pulled my nipples a little further than before, pinching them harder than before.
"What's the matter? You're jerking off to my photos, the least you can do is bring that lovely cum covered hand up to your lips and lick your sperm from your fingers."
I think I was shaking at this point as I did what she asked.
"Mmmmmm, now doesn't that taste good?" She paused. "I've always loved the taste of cum whether fresh from a cock or from a pussy, my own or someone else's. But I really, really love watching you do it."
I could see her reflection wink in the screen in front of me and I could feel my lust grow within my balls.
