Kate Upfield (3)

Maintaining her indulgent smile, Kate stretched up and over Bobby's chest so her full breasts pillowed weightily against him, swollen pink nipples trailing hard nubs across his pectorals. Teasingly she grasped one of his hands, guiding it between the snug valley of her bosom with playful insistence until his palm cupped the velvety swell of one creamy orb. 

Bobby let slip a mewling sound, playing up an exaggerated whimper of childlike approval as he pawed openly at Kate's offered breast flesh squishing between splayed fingers. She merely giggled breathily once more as if charmed by the antics of a precocious youth rather than reacting to anything overtly sexual.

The steamy bathwater lapped invitingly around Bobby's abdomen as Kate settled herself astride his lap, thighs spreading wide in a blatant straddle over his hips. Between the snug cradle of her pillowy thighs, the swollen curvature of her womanly mound nestled against his stiff shaft in an unmistakable promise of female invitation, dusky curls plastered flat and glistening with moisture. Still Kate registered not the slightest hint of impropriety in the overtly sexual pose, her hazy glazed features awash only in that beatific motherly gaze.

"Such a good little boy being patient for Mummy," she crooned thickly, nuzzling the hollow of Bobby's throat. Her lips trailed teasingly along the sinewy column, planting moist open-mouthed kisses all along the taut cords defining his neck muscles.

At the same time, Kate's fingers delicately encircled his swollen girth beneath the diminishing froth of bubbles, forming a loose ring with thumb and forefinger in a tender grip that nevertheless felt utterly perfect. In a slow, languid downward stroke she milked him from base to weeping tip with the consummate skill of a woman pleasuring her lover of many years.

Kate's lashes fluttered coquettishly as she peered demurely up at Bobby's face from between the dripping curtains of her dark tresses. From her bemused smirk, it seemed the illusion had taken hold of her psyche so fully that she no longer registered that her "son" wore a mature man's form at all. Her gaze caressed just as intimately as her slickened palm glided along the length of his achingly stiff cock.

"Now then, my sweet little angel," Kate murmured in a low, sultry cadence. Her lilting alto resonated with a vein of pure feminine invitation so thick one could practically taste the words. "Let's get you cleaned up all... nice... and... proper..."

As Kate spoke those sultry words, she slowly repositioned herself between Bobby's parted thighs. Her eyes sparkled with an affectionate gleam as they met his gaze, conveying only a mother's devoted adoration rather than any untoward desire. Yet her motions bespoke an unspoken sensuality entirely at odds with the chaste maternal role she desired herself in.

With careful attentiveness, Kate leaned inward until her flushed cheek nuzzled against the turgid length of Bobby's shaft jutting up from the dwindling froth of bathwater. She planted a series of soft, lingering kisses along the silken underside, trailing the plump pout of her lips in delicate flutters all the way up to the blooming crown. 

An unconscious whimper of need escaped Kate's throat as she lavished that spongy tip with teasing kitten licks. Her tongue swirled in circles, swiping up the glistening beads of pre-cum glistening there like glittering dewdrops.

Inch by tantalizing inch, Kate inched her lush mouth farther down over the feverish length of Bobby's rigid flesh. Slick wet heat enveloped him, swaddling his girth within the snug velvet confines of her cheeks hollowing in a lascivious "o". She hummed low in her throat, cheeks dimpling with an expression of such blissful rapture it surely would have shocked her conscious self could she observe beyond the ring's deceit.

Still framed within the guise of an innocent childlike innocence thanks to that manipulated psychic glamour, Kate enthusiastically polished Bobby's entire length with slow fervent laps of her tongue. Not a single millimeter went unattended, as she laved meticulous attention along every vein and ridge from base to plump tip. Each circuit of her mouth sent liquid fire scorching through his veins, until he nearly convulsed with the overwhelming stimulation.

"That's feel so good, mum," Bobby gasped.

The ring successfully sold its illusion to Kate's psyche - no matter how lascivious or outright obscene her actions grew, her only perception was the simple imperative of a devoted mother scouring off invisible filth from her child's body. Her throaty mewls and moans escalated in volume and intensity to match the growing passion slaking Bobby's arousal in wonderful friction.

Without conscious thought, Bobby's fingers twined through Kate's damp tresses and gently began guiding the bobbing motions of her head with increased vigor. Her unfocused stare sought his face with open adoration as she happily submitted to his guidance, allowing him to set the pace pumping his shaft in and out between her parted lips with such eager enthusiasm.

Each downward plunge into the sybaritic well of her mouth elicited a womanly keen, her cheeks dimpling with the effort to accommodate his increased girth. Strings of saliva dribbled free, tracing glistening trails down the swell of her breasts onto her jiggling stomach. Yet still Kate only laughed in breathless delight, utterly consumed by her immersion within the infantile fantasy.

"Clean my cock, mummy~" 

Bobby's thrusts grew more urgent, fingers tightening against Kate's scalp with primal need. Her tresses fanned everywhere as he plunged his shaft deeper into the sybaritic well of her mouth. With rhythmic determination, he guided the fervent bobbing motions of Kate's head to set a punishing pace sheathing his cock between those parted lips.

Strings of saliva dribbled free, leaving glistening trails of arousal down the quivering slopes of her bosom. She struggled to accommodate his growing girth with guttural muffled sounds, cheeks dimpling from the exertion. Yet Kate showed only elation through unfocused hazel depths framed by damp tendrils of hair plastered across flushed features. Each downward plunge into the hot embrace of her mouth rang with peals of gratified keening.

Hazy delight wreathed Kate's countenance as she openly submitted to her "son's" guidance. Adoration undimmed by conscious comprehension lit her eyes, perceiving only wholesome maternal instinct. An unconscious whimper escaped her throat with every impaling thrust over her tongue, adding liquid reverberations to the raw symphony of obscenely wet impacts filling the humid bathroom air.

For endless moments more, Bobby indulged his need with her face. Delirious gasps painted his features as fingers tightened to fists amid sweaty snarls of Kate's tresses. Her head moved in a sensual dervish, eyes fluttering helplessly shut with each jarring penetration boring into the velvet vice of her working throat.

Bobby's physique stiffened, every tendon and vein standing out in stark relief as he hurtled towards his climax. Fists clenched tight in Kate's hair, gripping and tugging as primal instinct overwhelmed rational thought. His hips jackhammered forward in a blur of frenzied thrusts, hilting the full length of his turgid shaft inside the inviting refuge of her mouth.

At last with a feral growl that rumbled from deep within his barrel chest, Bobby bottomed out in one final brutal lunge. Every inch of his quivering member was sheathed balls-deep in velvet heat, the distended crown lodged firmly against the snug entrance of Kate's throat.

Her hazel eyes flew wide in shock, fluttering soundlessly as his first virile eruption hosed directly down her gullet in scalding jets. Reflexively she swallowed convulsively, working the thick fluid down her neck while grunting muffled whimpers of surprise around his girth still plugging her jaws.

Despite her momentary astonishment at the unexpected deluge flooding her mouth, Kate remained as placidly rapt as ever in her maternally skewed delusion. Not a single iota of clarity penetrated the thick fog of illusion mantling her consciousness thanks to Bobby's ring. Even as jet after blistering jet of his heady musk anointed her throat, she simply gazed up at him with wide, guileless wonder radiating from her shimmering doe eyes.

At last Bobby heaved himself free with a guttural grunt, his stiff shaft popping obscenely from between Kate's lips with wet sounds filling the humid bathroom air. Glistening strings of pearly essence dribbled copiously from her lush pucker, thick ropes trailing down to stipple across the taut canvas of her porcelain breasts, jiggling moistly to the rhythm of her gasping inhalations.

Unfazed by the creamy deluge anointing her features, Kate blinked up at Bobby with pure adoration shining in her hazy doe eyes. Every curve of her lithe frame glistened with the viscous patina, strings of spend dripping in languid strands from the tips of her dampened tresses. Yet in her warped psyche, filtered through the manipulative lenses of illusion crafted by Bobby's ring, she perceived only the wholesome afterglow of an innocent mother dutifully tending to her cherished son's needs.

"Thank you ever so much for sharing your...grime...with Mummy, sweetie," Kate purred in a throaty rasp. Her slickened fingertips trailed through the pearly rivulets streaking her décolletage, slowly spreading the sticky largesse in glistening arabesques across the slopes of her bosom. Utterly oblivious to any lasciviousness, she merely smiled that same beatific maternal smile radiating with simple domestic bliss.

Desire still smoldered hot within Bobby's loins at the erotic sight. His shaft remained at full tumescence, the feverish crown bobbing hungrily mere inches from where Kate leisurely massaged his essence into the creamy expanses of her bare flesh. A mischievous gleam sparked in his eyes as inspiration struck.

"Such a good and dutiful mummy deserves a very special reward," he declared in his most cherubic, infantile lilt while clambering lithely to his feet beside the tub's ceramic rim. With a theatrical wriggle of his narrow hips, Bobby brandished his girth directly before Kate's upturned features.

"A mother's job is never truly done until she's used every...single...part of her body ensuring her little one is squeaky clean from head to toe. Isn't that right, Mummy?" Bobby's dimpled smile was the very picture of youthful adorableness, even as he bounced his pulsing cock mere inches from her wide hazel eyes. Droplets of viscous pre-cum flew in all directions upon each salacious bounce, leaving Kate's brow and cheeks glistening with dappled moisture.

Kate blinked rapidly, a momentary flicker of puzzlement furrowing her brow before the ring's hypnotic sorcery surged fully into effect once more. Any nascent wisp of lucidity guttered and died, leaving only maternal ardor radiating through her gaze as she focused fully on the delicious girth waggling before her face.

"Why...yes, my sweet little angel," she murmured in tones dripping with liquid feminine allure. Kate licked her full crimson lips unconsciously, peering up at Bobby with shameless hunger burning in the depths of those hazel pools. "Mummy will use every single part of herself to get you nice and freshly scrubbed from top to tiptoe."

Without the slightest hesitation, Kate gathered her slick breasts together in both palms, compressing the yielding orbs into a snug valley striped by glistening strands of their combined arousal. Her eyelids fluttered shut with an expression of blissful rapture as she leaned inward until Bobby's swollen cockhead nestled at the juncture of her cleavage, cushioned by pillowy resilience.

Kate crooned an instinctive hum of contented feminine need, a lush flush spreading over her cheeks and chest in deepening rose tides. With rhythmic determination, she guided her cleavage in undulating ripples to massage the turgid length slowly sawing through the snug confines of her sheathing flesh.

Every few strokes saw Bobby's cockhead emerge glistening from between her heaving breasts, lewdly cresting into open view with each ardent undulation of Kate's torso. Eagerly she bent forward, swiping her tongue across the engorged crown in broad feline swaths each time it emerged before eagerly sucking the fat tip between her lips to lavish it with sensual lapping.

Bobby cast his head back, lips parted in a rapturous moan as that searingly hot oral vise engulfed him in rhythmic cycles. Hips pistoning lazily in counterpoint to Kate's motions, he fucked the plush channel of her cleavage with slow determination. Slick flesh squelched lewdly with each forceful glide through the lush valley, misting the air with lingering eddies of aromatic musk and feminine desire.

"Fuck, Mummy...you've got the silkiest tits in all the world!" Bobby grunted in a convincingly childlike cadence, exaggerating the breathless awe as if an innocent boy overwhelmed by rapturous new sensations. His ringed fingers twined through Kate's sodden locks once more, steadying her swaying motions as he quickened the urgent grind of his pistoning hips.

Heart-shaped rear flexing, Bobby increased his efforts with pure animal intensity. Thrusting hips blurred as cock jackhammered between the pliant cushion of Kate's cleavage in a frenzy of undulating flesh and salacious squelching. With grunt and gasp he savored the delicious friction on every fevered inch, nerves sizzling anew with delirious sensations.

Kate too felt dizzying waves of feminine want lapping at her core, hungry lips working Bobby's straining girth with lewd suction and lashings of her tongue. Her own husky whimpers blended seamlessly with Bobby's cries of ecstasy, one indistinguishable from the other in their shared throes. Higher and higher the crescendo spiraled, until Kate's jaw ached and her cheeks flushed incandescent crimson.

At last with a feral howl, Bobby's hips snapped forward in a brutal lunge, sinking fully to the hilt between Kate's breasts. The swollen head raked over her parted lips as he arched, every muscle cord etched in stark definition across his straining torso. Thick jets of pearly cream lanced free, gushing in scalding torrents across Kate's upturned visage in a deluge of explosive release.

Bobby fervently pummeled his girth through the yielding vice of Kate's cleavage even as the geyser erupting from its tip liberally anointed her hair, features, shoulders and torso with steaming arcs of seed. Strand after viscous strand of virile spooge plastered her skin from hairline to breasts in a gleaming patina glistening beneath the bathroom's fluorescents.

Unsurprisingly, Kate remained utterly undisturbed even as gouts of sizzling ejaculate rained down across her lashes and open mouth. She swallowed compulsively without missing a beat of her fervent lapping and caressing, throat undulating with each instinctive gulp. A dreamlike rapture suffused her face, eyelids fluttering unconsciously and dark lashes spiking into wet disarray as she rode out the creamy torrent laving her senses.

At last Bobby lurched backwards a step, slick shaft scraping obscenely across the lower swell of her chin as he withdrew. The slightest residual twitch sent a final slippery bead of pearly jism dribbling down to pool in the elegant hollows of Kate's clavicles before she even had a chance to blink the seed from her lashes.

"Every good Mummy deserves a lovely pearl necklace from her loving son," Bobby panted with a wicked grin dimpling his cherubic features. Despite having literally bathed Kate head to toe with a deluge of thick spend, his tones remained bright and innocent as ever. The ring's compulsions rendered her psychological perceptions bulletproof in its warped illusion of maternal bliss.

Indeed, far from revulsion or distress, Kate merely beamed up at him in weary gratitude through the haze of glistening seed streaking her face. Her chest heaved with exertion, matted hair askew in chocolate tangles plastered to flushed cheeks. With maddening slowness, she swiped thick ropes of Bobby's pearly cream from her chin with hooked fingers, delivering them into her mouth with saccharine kitten licks.