Soon the movements came to rest, and the flood was released from the treasure, but despite swallowing it, the massive amount couldn't just settle in her mouth, so the treasure shook like a fish without water and released loads in every direction. Feeling the thick warm cum of her son, she couldn't help but look him in his eyes.
While the boy was nearly at the door of heaven, he was feeling that if any of these things continued, then surely his reason for death could be predictable, but despite such thoughts, he was enjoying this pleasure to the very depth of his core and was trying to peek at how his mother was reacting to such a burst of pleasure.
And soon the treasure painted the crimson cheeks of the beauty, who was still trying to process the entire scene. She had quite complex thoughts about this; she knew she should spit it as soon as possible, but her inner voice, her femininity, was not allowing her to do it. She could feel the warmth in her mouth, that sticky texture, and that intoxicating stench of cum from her cheek; she couldn't help but swallow it entirely.
Seeing her swallowing, the boy felt a strange kind of comfort and excitement that, despite cumming this hard, he was unable to feel the fatigue, but rather he was just itching to look at what lies forward on this path.
The path that both of them were crossing, one by his own will while the other was getting swept with the flow and experiencing something that wasn't meant to ever happen, but the intensity of pleasure was more than just overwhelming for both of them to quit after coming this far on such a path.
Soon she shakily returned to her seat and began to look down, but this time she wasn't even trying to hide her body, but rather it seemed that she had lost her every will to fight, but her crimson cheeks were telling the boy that despite such a helpless look, she was aroused and her own desires were itching in her heart to push all the boundaries and claim something that was meant to be hers.
Feeling such complex emotions, the boy couldn't help but feel more excited, as such cute expressions surely were making the game worth playing and looking forward to it.
Despite such a situation, she could feel the increasing warmth in her abdomen, and she could clearly feel how wet her walls were, how erect her nipples were, and how blazing crimson her entire body was turning, but she was too horny to even think about hiding herself.
Now she could only wish for a single thing, the pleasure that was dissolved in the nature of every living being, something deeper than lust, something much more primal than that.
So as she felt that her hands again started to move on their own, instead of resisting, she started taking charge of them and picked up the cards and started shuffling the deck with pretty great pace and distributed the cards with much excitement, but she was still looking below, trying her best to not let the kid get a glimpse of her excitement.
And just as the cards got distributed, she hurried to look at her cards and saw that the cards were much creepier than before, but now it didn't matter because she was way too sexually frustrated to have time to get terrorized by some random pictures.
While on the other hand, the kid was trying to frame entire image of his nude mother in his mind, this creepy brat was literally drooling over her, this creep had nothing in particular interest, this bastard was just staring at everything, her face, lips, waist, boobs and etc.
This motherfucker wasn't even trying to hide his gaze, and even his mother started to get shy from such sharp gazes; this creep was even fantasizing about her feet.
But soon he looked at his cards and thought about what they could even mean, like he had one card of a reaper and another was a brain, and after that a creepy dwarf was sitting on a pile of treasure, so he found no sense in it.
He spoke with a pretty confused tone: 'Mom, my cards are way too weird this time that I can't even make sense of them. can you help me or we might not be able to end this game!'
Hearing his words, she looked at him and gave him an intense stare while forcing a nod.
Well, surely it was much more humiliating than the entire scene, but she couldn't help it, and there was no other way of dealing with it, so as she saw the cards, she thought for a few moments before speaking in a somewhat shaky tone: "Brat, these cards say that the reaper of brains always ends up successful, while my cards say that it isn't necessary that if you didn't lose before, then you will win for sure! So that means I won this time."
As she said it, the boy felt that his body started to move on its own as he walked towards her and began to lick her toes, feeling it weird, and just as Mom was about to say something, the pace of licking changed; it rather became much wetter and much stickier and warmer to deny it.
She couldn't believe that a tongue around her feet could feel this great and that she would be forced to stay put and enjoy such a thing. Well, this was very new for her, because after the marriage and having kids, she rarely even had a passionate moment with her husband, and they always had to be in a hurry to even try anything new in it.
So now every lick was driving her crazy, and now she didn't even have enough courage to deny that she was enjoying it; all she could do was just hold her lips and tongue so that the moans couldn't escape from her lips, because a few moments back she was scolding her son for being aroused by his mother, but here they were now; she was feeling pleasure from her own son!