Public Mother Cum Facial

"I'll never go that far," she says, then whispers to me, "Topless is fine, breasts are fine, but blowjobs are out of the question."

"You know, I've been here in Colorado for a month. I think about my son everyday. I wonder what he's doing. I know he misses me. We talk on the phone a lot and do the cam stuff."

"It sounds like you have no plans to stop," she says.

"That's a real possibility," I reply. "I might do this forever."

"We'll talk more about that in my office."

"Do you want to know the secret to my long and illustrious career?"

She looks at me with suspicious eyes. "Tell me. What is it?"

"The type of skin treatment I use. My face has never looked better. Something about the potency of the protein cream I use."

I pat my cheeks while looking at her, which makes her laugh.

"You're horrible," she says with a blush.

"But you're obsessed with me."

"Obsessed is a strong word."

"Is it?" I ask.

As we approach the building, I grab Dr. Patterson's wrist and pull her towards the side of the building. She's pinned and my arms trap her. Where she spends most days in the office, I have a personal trainer that charges $300 per session. I'm flexing my muscles, which changes our therapist/patient dynamic.

"Are you going to let me go?" she asks.

"When are you going to suck Billy's dick?" I whisper.

Her eyes widen and I enjoy seeing that. It's fun saying things that shock her.

"I'm not doing that," she says. "People are looking at us. Are you going to move?"

"Let them look. You want to get into my head? Well here's your chance. I want you to suck Billy's dick. I'm sure your son wants it, too."

She gulps, then whispers. "It's one thing to show my breasts. Oral sex is different."

"No, it's the same. Once you cross that line, you're more than just a mother. Billy views you as a sexual being now. The young man wants to do naughty things with you. That's nature. That's how young men are once they see tits."

She gulps deeper. "Is that how it started with your son?"

"Yes. First it was my body, then it was my mouth, then it was my pussy and ass. Then the public cum walks. The natural progression of things."

Having this conversation about mother/son incest on the downtown street feels magical. Oh yes, my therapist is turned on, too. It's the turning point in our relationship. Now she's the one that must probe her feelings and struggle with her sexuality, the way I've been doing for years.

"We'll talk about this in my office," she says with a short breath.

But I want to finish this now and I always get what I want. I've always had that kind of personality. And I always like to push the bounds of the human experience, whether taboo or not.

So I lean forward and kiss Dr. Patterson on the lips as her back is pressed against the building. She's rigid at first, naturally. Her lips are pressed together and she's hesitant about letting my tongue in. I persist. My lips press harder against hers as if we're in a fight.

Finally she relents and my tongue slips into her mouth. She tastes like chocolate and caffeine, as I'm sure my mouth does too. Clearly this is my therapist's first time engaging in such a kiss, much less in public. I like that I'm her first. It gives me a dirty thrill knowing that I'm changing her.

When I pull back, I look into her eyes. Her lips are pursed and wet with my saliva. She's still processing what happened with a look of confusion.

"Let's finish this in your office," I say. "There are some things that... you know... I think would help with your research."

Dr. Patterson nods, trying to act composed when she isn't.

"Yes, my office is a more suitable place for this conversation."

I hold her hand and lead her inside the lobby, guiding her to the elevator as if we're lovers, and when the elevator doors close I kiss her on the mouth again.

We enter the office and she expects formal seating for a deep conversation. Yeah right. I have other ideas. I guide Dr. Patterson to her desk and I bend her over, so that her face and breasts lay flat on the smooth table.

I undress the lower half of her body. As expected, her pussy is wet and I can smell the scent. Bringing my nose against her cunt, I can tell that she's been aroused for a while. This prim and proper therapist has a kinky side that needs to be unleashed, but I already knew that.

My lips press against her labia and she moans.

"Tell me more about your son," I say, planting more kisses. "The sexual details."

She moans. "My nipples are erect whenever I show them to Billy. He loves that."

I gently bite her flesh, near her labia. Enough to make it hurt, but light enough to keep it playful. She knows I want more.

My tongue strokes her skin. I enter her pussy and she gasps. This is a reward system, the more she tells me, the more I give.

She continues, "Billy helps with my research. I've told him a lot, but not everything. Oh... your tongue...."

"What does he think about what you're doing?" I ask, then put my tongue back in her pussy.

"He thinks it's kind of weird," she says with a moan. "It's a crazy topic. He always supports me though. I love him. Now he benefits from my sexual wanderings. He's infatuated with my big nipples. He's seen them a few times. Oh god... He looks at me differently now."

Again with her nipples. I have to see them. At the moment I concentrate on her pussy. One thing at a time. My tongue swirls in her wet hole and she tastes better than the mocha and pastries we had for breakfast.

She continues, "I want to know what it's like. I want to be a slut."

I pull my tongue out and kiss her labia. "Say it. Say what's on your mind. Then I'll make you cum the way you deserve."

"I want to be a slut for my son. I want to know what women who commit incest feel in their hearts. I need to know..."

Her voice is trembling as she speaks those dark words. I know all about the road she's traveling on. I was once in that same position.

Living up to my promise, I tongue-fuck her. My fingers attack her swollen clitoris. She cums in my mouth. Again, the taste of her orgasm is better than the breakfast we had because of what this represents. I'm tasting the sexuality of a well-respected woman who desires her own son.

Her cum runs down my chin and I pull my tongue away. I wipe with my hand. I lick my lips and I lick her labia.

I stand and look at my work. She's still bent over the desk with her ass hanging out. An orgasmic mess. My first instinct is to clean her. It's the friendly thing to do. Instead I take this opportunity to discover something that I'm dying to know.

I lift Dr. Patterson and turn her around. She goes along with it, wondering what my scheme is. She thinks it's funny as she sits bare-assed on her desk, facing me. My fingers unbutton her blouse. She knows I want to see her tits.

When her white bra is exposed, I lift it. Exactly as I expected. Her nipples are coral pink. A white woman's pair of tits. Sexy. I love them. Her nipples are erect, just like they had been for her son. Billy is a lucky young man to have a mother like this.

I bend down and suck on each of her nipples. She moans again. Her hands rub my hair as I enjoy her breasts, knowing Billy will have a turn soon.

***

Men are positioning lights and cameras for the next shot. We're in a rented apartment where I'm sitting down getting touches on my hair and makeup. I just had an argument with the assistant director, but whatever.

I get an email and my phone beeps. When I see it's from Dr. Patterson I feel a nice sensation in the lower half of my body. When I see that her email contains a video attachment, I'm elated.

First I read the message:

So we're clear, this was strictly for research. I needed to get into the mindset of the people I'm writing about. I'll admit, this has been the most surreal period of my professional and personal life. I think that's why I enjoyed it so much. I live for challenges and breaking barriers.

Or maybe -- just maybe -- I've fallen under your spell. You're a highly persuasive woman, you know. You deserve all the awards.

Please delete this video after you watch it, but I suspect that you won't. You'll probably keep it. In which case, please keep it a secret.

I dismiss the hair and makeup people, leaving me to sit alone. The men on set are still adjusting the cameras and using stand-ins to focus the shots, which means I have at least 10 minutes.

Playing the video, I see Dr. Patterson in the bedroom, adjusting the phone camera while she's on her knees. She's dressed in a professional blouse and she tucks her hair behind her ears. There are extra lines around her eyes from tiredness, which suggests that she recently came home from work when recording this video.

A young man's naked mid-section steps into the video frame, a semi-hard cock dangling in front of the therapist's face. I've never seen Billy naked before, but it must be him. God. A son's cock in front of a professional mother's face. What could be better? My heart races watching this.

Dr. Patterson makes final adjustments to the camera's position, undaunted that there's a penis next to her pretty face. She tucks her hair back again to avoid wayward strands going into her mouth.

She looks at her son's penis and gulps. I recognize that kind of gulp. I used to be in those shoes. It's the sight of a mother wondering if she's making the biggest mistake of her life. Or making the best decision she's ever made. A true conflict of the heart. That's what makes life great.

I clench my phone for privacy as I watch Dr. Patterson bend forward and take her son's penis into her mouth. What a fucking sight. A highly regarded therapist with a mouth full. As expected, the semi-erect penis turns stiff as a board the moment those lips close. I wonder what kind of cocksucker Dr. Patterson is. She surprises me with a solid sucking technique.

Her lips are tightly wrapped. I'm certain she can do this underwater and not leak any air. She sucks with such pressure that her cheeks are caved and I can see her cheekbones protrude. Her head moves slowly at first, then speeds up.

Knowing her, she probably looked at blowjob instructionals online before making this video. That's the kind of perfectionist she is. She probably wanted to impress her son -- and probably me also. I could be wrong; maybe Dr. Patterson has been a great cocksucker all along. A closet freak in the bedroom.

The clip is 7 minutes long and I'm short on time, so I forward the video, knowing I'll watch the rest over and over again. I'll masturbate to this later tonight for sure. And I'll always keep this on my phone. For now, I need to know what she does with her son's cum.

Forwarding to the end, Billy strokes his cock towards mom's face. I'm smiling so hard I'm afraid I'll be giddy when I'm called to resume filming. My professionalism is being tested. In the video, cum spurts on Dr. Patterson's elegantly shaped face. She winces hard and it appears to be her first cum facial. She twitches with every shot that lands on her.

When it's done, Dr. Patterson clenches her eyes shut because of the mess on her face. This footage belongs in a museum somewhere.

"Eliana, you're needed now," a petite, young assistant says to me.

"Thank you. I'll be right there."

I put my phone away. Bummer. Then I stand, smooth my clothes, and walk towards the cameras where I resume filming a movie scene. My professionalism is intact. I maintain a straight face while acting.

***

My two month stay in Colorado is almost over. I'm leaving tomorrow, catching a flight home to my Hollywood lifestyle and incestuous ways. As a parting gift between new friends, Dr. Patterson grants me a wish after much persuasion.

Here I stand in her downtown office. It's my first time meeting Billy, who opens his pants and shows me his penis after I ask. A great way to meet someone, right? He's nervous, which means he's a gentleman about this, not a pervert.

Dr. Patterson is nervous also, because it's her first time having an audience. She might even be more formal than usual by the looks of things, with neatly done hair, extra makeup, and an expensive wardrobe that's neatly pressed. She wears nice earrings and I can smell quality perfume from her neck.

Going down on her knees, Dr. Patterson gives her son a blowjob. She's more anxious than in the video clip, because I'm watching, but she learns to relax. I see the saliva glistening on the erection. I can feel their heat. I can hear small noises of sucking and slurping. I can smell Dr. Patterson's vaginal arousal. The scent makes me horny. The sounds are lascivious.

The blowjob lasts for several minutes as I kneel alongside my therapist and watch the action from inches away. She strokes her son's erection and works her lips like a true cocksucking pro. I've seen blowjobs up close before from gangbangs and orgies in the entertainment industry. You'd be surprised by how many celebrities are into it. But it's my first time seeing a mother do this for a son. It makes me feel less alone. It makes me "feel seen" as the young people say.

Billy is about to cum. That's when I stand up. It's my turn to take control of this situation and paint my masterpiece artwork.

I squeeze Billy's dick and stroke. My aim is pretty good and I target Dr. Patterson's face, who closes her eyes and braces herself. Prior to this, I texted Billy and told him to save his cum. It's been two agonizing days for this young man. Pent up with young male libido.

The cum shot is grand, as expected. The first spurt makes a nice mess on my therapist's face. The second spurt is even better. Dr. Patterson's forehead and nose are a cummy mess. The rest goes to her cheeks and chin. Her lips, of course, have plenty of action. There are a few misses and her clothes are stained. There's some on the carpet, too.

Billy turns flaccid and I pat his shoulder with my clean hand. The young man should be proud of what he did to his beautiful mother's face. I reach into my pocket for some cash as a token of gratitude.

"Thank you kindly for the assistance," I tell Billy, handing him $200. "Now go buy something for yourself. I'll need to borrow your mother for a while."

"Thanks," he blushes.

What a nice young man. Dr. Patterson is lucky to have a son like that.

Billy leaves first, then I leave with Dr. Patterson, who locks the door to her office. We're wearing thick coats but it's the therapist who wears cum on her face. She tried several times to wipe it clean, but I wouldn't let her. I remind her what this is about; welcoming her to my world.

It's snowing. We pass by restaurants, small businesses, cafes, and fellow pedestrians on the sidewalk. No one notices because the white streaks blend with the white snow. But I notice. I take glances at her and see the cum that threatens to spill onto her blouse or jacket.

Snowflakes attach to the cum. Her cheeks turn red. She's blushing and embarrassed that she's doing a cum walk for me. For her research. For her son. The heat from her embarrassment is making the cum soft, making it easier to slide off her face.

A small strand lands on her jacket. We keep walking, and the more body heat she has, the more the cum loosens on her skin. The average person doesn't even notice.

"We're part of the same conspiracy now," she jokes, looking straight ahead.

"Mothers against social norms," I call it. "Both in the bedroom, and in society, walking down the street."

She walks faster. "I think a woman glanced at me and cringed."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Like a terrible mother and pervert."

I hold her hand. "You're an awesome mother. I'm sure Billy thinks so after what you did with your mouth. That was real talent."

We stop on the street and kiss. She closes her eyes. My eyes are open, because I like seeing the cum on her face. It's a subtle reminder of how far she's come. She's willing to go the distance and I respect that. I fix her hair, which had blown from the wind. Then I stare at the cum again.

She thinks I'm going to clean it, relieving her of this burden. Instead I spread it across her face -- like applying expensive skin cream -- so that it's less noticeable, but the shine and fragrance of cum is still prominent. I'm like a makeup artist getting someone ready, except I'm using her son's sexual properties.

I leave a few globs around her lips because it looks cute.

Her transformation is complete when I tell her to buy us coffee at an outdoor stand. She waits in the short line and confidently hands money to a young female cashier, ordering two cups. The young cashier recognizes the cum glaze on Dr. Patterson's face, but doesn't say anything brazen to a customer.

I see this as training the next generation.

The End

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