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Full of My Son’s Cum in the Art Gallery : Sinful Mothers 13


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Copyright © 2017 by Tori Westwood

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters 18+.


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For years I’d been trying to have my son visit me at work, but he never seemed to appreciate the finer things in life. He finally shows up and I’m excited to give him a tour. One piece seems to take his interest and when I explain how it represents the sexuality of the artist he gets very nervous.

I soon discover that Tyler’s never witnessed an orgasm and I set about showing him exactly what the artist meant! Soon I’m swallowing his hard, virginal cock and I’m begging for his cum!



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I started to hold my breath as I worked over my lips, tensing my muscles and then relaxing as I exhaled. Each time I did so I crept closer and closer to the release that was building inside me. Tyler was sure in for a show.

Again I tensed, clenching my jaw and fluttering left and right over the petals of my sex, striking my clit again and again until flashing colors raced across my vision.

“Oh, Tyler,” I grunted, and I finally opened my eyes to look at him.

A surge of ecstasy flashed through me when I saw him. In the time I’d been busy Tyler had unfastened his jeans and was playing with himself.

His eyes were locked on my pussy and I didn’t want to startle him. Instead I looked through my loose lids and concentrated on his hard dick, trying to imagine it piercing me as my fingers stroked over my sex.

His cock was much bigger than I thought, rising up from his open jeans and looking thick as he wielded it. His hand stroked up and down it slowly and his face looked a picture of pleasure.

“Oh, yes!” I grunted now, feeling the orgasm begin to blossom inside me. “Mommy’s gonna come for you, honey.”

I worked faster over my pussy, holding my breath one last time as I felt the pressure mount inside me. Tyler’s hand passed over his cock even faster as he watched me and I wondered if he might bolt too.

I gasped and started to writhe now, feeling the pleasure surge through me in waves that made me convulse. My pussy clenched again and again and my asshole pulsed, rising and falling with my muscles as they relaxed and contracted again and again.

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling the power and strength of the climax inside me. It sprang from me in a violent, colorful blur and my mind flashed to the image of the painting all over again. Now it seemed perfect and I wondered if Tyler could appreciate its majesty.

As I began to calm I saw Tyler racing to put himself back in his pants before I opened my eyes fully. He had no idea I was watching him but I wasn’t about to let him get off that easy.

“Not so fast,” I said, opening my eyes and smirking towards him.

He used a hand to try and cover himself and he struggled to close his jeans over it.

“Leave it,” I said, suddenly stern. Tyler did as instructed, frozen with shock. “Let Mommy take a look at you.”



Full of My Son’s Cum in the Art Gallery : Sinful Mothers 13

Working at the local gallery wasn’t exciting enough for most, but I found a certain majesty and fascination in each painting. To put myself in the mind of the artist and imagine how they felt during each piece was something I enjoyed doing the most.

My favorite piece was something called ‘The Power Within’ by a local female artist called Paula Lang. I’d long suspected the painting portrayed a feeling of repression, but after talking to Paula she told me it was actually about her sexuality and, more specifically, the feeling of orgasm.

Now when I looked at the piece it excited me greatly. I should have spotted it before. The burning flames and explosive blurs of color were really telling in retrospect. Often-times I’d find myself in front of it, day-dreaming about my very own climax. It really awakened something in me and it had been so long since I’d felt the true power of orgasm.

I’d been asking my son to come along and let me show him around the gallery for the longest of times, but he never took me up on the offer. The last time he was here was for a school trip and that was ten years ago. Now he was nineteen he had a lot of other things going on.

It was to my surprise then that one quiet Thursday afternoon he walked through the door.

“Tyler?” I said, confused. “What the heck are you doing here?”

He walked over towards me with a warm smile. He had short, light brown hair and soft, innocent features. I was so proud of the man I’d raised that I often forgot he was just that: a man.

“Well, I thought I’d finally turn up and let you show me around,” he said, giving my cheek a kiss as he surveyed the room. “Kind of quiet, huh?”

“Not exactly our busiest time,” I said wryly. “But great for showing people around.”

I gave him a playful nudge with my elbow and he turned bright red in an instant.

“Mom!” he hushed.

“What?” I said, looking around the largely empty foyer. “Don’t sweat it. Follow me.”

I clicked away in my high heels and tight, short suit-dress. We sometimes had high-profile visitors that look to procure certain pieces and it didn’t hurt if their hostess was dressed well.

My suit-dress helped me to exude a confidence that I’d probably be lacking otherwise. Its plunging cleavage certainly got the attention of the high-rolling visitors if I paired it with the right blouse. Today I’d done just that, but had no idea that the person paying the most attention to it would be Tyler.

“Thought you’d take a day off?” I asked, looking back at Tyler who was following slowly.

“I guess,” he shrugged, staring at some of the pieces as he passed them. “Maybe I’ll finally see what the big deal is.”

I smiled and shook my head. “I can’t make you see it.”

He caught up to me and walked alongside.

“What’s your favorite painting?” he said. I didn’t even have to think about it.

“I’m taking you there right now.”

“Well I’ve got high hopes,” he laughed.

I pursed my lips and checked down myself, swiping a bit of lint off the front of my black jacket.

“You might not like it,” I warned.

“I guess I won’t know until I see it.”

We strode into the quiet, secluded gallery that housed the piece and I walked towards it, holding up an arm to present it to Tyler.

“This is it?” he asked, confused.

“It is indeed,” I said, trying to sound chipper in spite of his reaction.

“What is it?” he said, taking a step forward and looking all around it as though it was something alien.

“What do you think it is?” I asked, and then I watched his face as his brow furrowed and he thought it through.

My eyes wandered over his strong chest and all the way down him, analyzing and admiring every aspect of him. He was a specimen alright. He could very well have commanded his own spot in the gallery if he was carved of marble instead.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, sliding a hand over his chin and trying to find an answer. “There’ a lot of colors all over but they seem kind of … powerful.”

“Exactly,” I clapped, excited that he was heading in the right direction.

“It’s about power?” he asked.

“Not exactly … ”


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