Son for Hire: Chapter 80 (Patreon)

My eyes shut tight and plastered over with cum Evelyn has me sit up tall to wait blindly.  “My messy man.”  She chuckles warmly.  “You look so good right now baby.  You took Mommy’s facial so good!”

“Thank you, mmm.”  More jizz dribbles into my mouth as I speak.  “You taste so good.”

“Oh, it’s in your hair and eye lashes.  It got everywhere.”  I smile and tilt my chin up to proudly display my well earned frosting.  I feel her moving around as she reaches for another cloth to clean up my smiling cum covered face.  “You are getting so good at going down on me.”  She praises.  “That was wonderful.”

“I really like it.”  I answer, her warm musky mess now oozing down my neck and dripping from my chin.  “I love eating your pussy and sucking your dick.  I really do.  I think about it a lot.”

“That’s my Prince.”  There is a little splash of water then a wet cloth is draped over my face.  With the caring attention to detail only an experienced mother could pull off Evelyn meticulously cleans her boy’s spunky face.  She wipes the main mess off then proceeds to get every little nook and cranny of my beaming face.  She gets the wrinkles of my ears and behind my lobes, she dabs the corners of my lips and the little groove along the edges of my nostrils, she gently swipes my cummy eyelashes and eyebrows, she even gets inside my nose!  I sit still, eating up her loving attention as eagerly as I had swallowed her load.  She calls me her prince and I really do feel like royalty as I sit there being cleaned.  By the end there wasn’t a sperm left on me.  “There he is.”  She says as she boops my nose.  “All done.”

I slowly open my eyes to see the most beautiful woman in the world staring up at me.  My cock strains with pent up lust.  She smirks and cocks an eyebrow as she notices my little fellas impatient call for attention.  I get very excited when she reaches for it.

With a feather light touch she strokes a finger up the front of my hard dick.  “So precious.  Do you know that you have the cutest and most lovely penis that I ever saw baby?”

I bow my head bashfully.  “Thank you.”

“He’s a big boy but such a little cutie, he’s got such personality.”  She taps my sensitive tip.  “Did you have another accident last night sweetie?”

“No Ma’am.  No wet dreams.”

“Mmm.  So you haven’t cum at all in over a day?”

“No Ma’am.

“Good.”

“Though I really, really, really want to.”  My cock flexes on its own.

Her finger traces down my length to lightly tickle my scrotum.  “Mmm, I know.”  The tip of her thumb tickles along the other side, my two nuts between her digits.  “I remember what it was like at 23.  How horny I would get.  Mmmm, so full of energy and…cum.  Always ready to blow another load.”  I smile, loving how Evelyn could relate to me like that.  For her it wasn’t simply a kindly attempt to relate to how I felt, she knew viscerally that feeling, that pressure, that instinctual need to bust a nut.  Despite knowing that urgent young lust…she pulls away.  Putting the cloth she’d used to clean me outside of the tub she lays back, aglow in her post-orgasmic bliss, and says with soft authority.  “You may continue now.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

With soap and sponge and hand I carry on bathing her.  I continue working up her legs.  Soaping, scrubbing, and massaging I show her soft smooth thighs all of the care and attention she’d just shown me.  As I sink my thumbs into the thick meat of her leg with long upward rubs I stare down at her huge cock slumped over to one side nestled among the suds.  It makes me feel sooooo good knowing that I was the one to satisfy it and bring it down from its turgid arousal.  Backing up so that my knees were out of the way I lightly pull her legs apart.  She moves to my touch with ease.  I wash her buttery smooth inner thighs and with a very careful touch wash her pussy as well.

“Hmmmm.”  She sighs, her smile growing just a little.

“Would you like me to eat your pussy?”

“No.”  She grins.  “You’d drown.”

“May I finger you?”

“No.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Hey, I had to try.  From there I pour all of my doting attention onto her freshly emptied balls and cock.  Moving slowly I work the soap into smooth skin I use my fingers and thumbs to clean every last bit of them.  I loved the feel of her firm yet mushy half flaccid flesh and I loved how much of it there was to feel.  I was hard as a rock and she dwarfed me still.  I feel the skin and veins and run my finger along the tube up the front where all that yummy cum had just rushed through.  Best of all, as I handle it, I could feel it begin to swell and come alive once more.  I rinse it then grab it around the root to slowly stroke up to the tip.

“May I…”

“No baby.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I respectfully place it back down to rest.  The balls were just as fun to play with and clean.  Being every so gentle I scrub into the wrinkly skin and all around the sides of the ballsack.  I then give each individual ball a couple of minutes of attention, just feeling them roll around between my fingers and thumb.  Next is her soft tummy.  I come forward again to sit on her thighs then lather up her whole stomach.  Her wonderful belly pooch was like a big soft wonderful pillow.  I rub and clean and scrub out the deep belly button.

I am absolutely in my glory as my eyes fall upon my next target.  Using the sponge I squeeze a big sploosh of water to coat her big heavy breasts.  I am mesmerized by the great mounds of flesh and the wide tawny nipples staring up at me.  The swooping descent of the their tops to the deep luscious valley between them to the round curve of their bottoms and the globular shape along the sides they were everything that this man thought boobies ought to be, and more.  I do it again a few more times just to watch the sparkling water cascade over them.  They glisten in the light like jewels, to this lovestruck pup they were more valuable than the same weight in diamond.  I fight my instinct to nurse or just generally suck them big titties as I was told specifically not to.  Good boys do what they are told.

Pouring some of the soap into the sponge I work it into a big foamy lather then set to work on washing my angel’s full, fat funbags.  I soap the tops and down the middle.  I push the sponge in under each one where the heat and sweat would surely gather.  I rub around the sides and across her sensitive nipples until her bosom is completely glazed with a soapy film and bubbles.

“Mmmmm.”  She hums contentedly as her boy serves her.  That soft happy hum alone made the whole trouble of moving out here worth it all by itself.

I let the sponge go, fill my hands with water, and set to finishing.  With my bare hands I massage deeply.  God her breasts were amazing.  So supple and soft.  As with the rest of her I partly cleanse and partly work to make her feel good.  Lifting her left breast I marvel at its weight and how sank down into my palm as I wipe and rinse the incredibly smooth creamy skin of the underside.  Unhurried I do the same to the right, savoring every second that I was able to handle her like this.  I let this one come back to rest and give it a loving pat.  Rubbing and groping I clean every square inch of her chest twice over.

“You are doing a good job baby.” She whispers dreamily.  “Mmmm.”

My heart is near bursting.  I carry on, washing and massaging her elegant shoulders and neck.  Working so closely and so attentively I discover an almost imperceptible smattering of those same subtle freckles that you could make out on her face only when the light was just right.  Each arm I turn into a job of its own.  Taking my time I work my way down from shoulder to finger tip and find other little details I hadn’t noticed before.  A little mole here, a tiny scar there, a stubborn hair darker than the rest.  Each of them I add to my mental map of her body.  Some might call them blemishes to her perfection but for me they only added to it.  I tenderly rub and scrub each finger individually and the space between them.  And I finish with a soft circular rubbing of her palm.

As I lay her arm back into the water and go to move on, she stops me.

“I’ll do my face and hair.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It’s okay.” She smiles and lets out a long relaxed sigh.  “Ohhhh, I feel like a cloud.”  Reaching up she strokes my cheek with her fingers as she gazes.  “You did so good my boy.  You did such a good job.  You made your Mommy feel sooo goood.”

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