Elliott lowered his face, his eyes riveted on the seeping trail of milky goodness that was oozing from between his mother's puffy cunt-lips. The pearly stream was sliding provocatively down her body to its final resting place—a big puddle of bully semen on the sheet beneath her. Elliott moved in close, the masculine scent of their cum thick and nasty in the air. He extended his tongue and delved the tip in the silvery ribbon connecting the oozing flow to the sheet. He licked slowly upwards, feeling the warm seed gathering on his tongue as he came in contact with her slick pink petals. He could feel the heat of...