Hunk Hunter (part 6) Clean Herbert with my mouth

"First things first," I say, sitting up on the towel spread on the carpet of the den. "You need to stand up. You're dripping on the carpet."

"Ohhhh!" Poor Herbert wheezes, looking down at his sticky fingers. A long strand of milky liquid is dangling from the bulge in his shorts, oozing through the fabric, elongating, before finally dripping onto the carpet. He stares in red-faced shame, his breath coming in stunned, asthmatic wheezes. 

"Quit staring at the mess you've made," I scold him, allowing some of my angry mom voice to heighten my tone. "Stand up. On your feet. That's a good boy. Now stand right here. That's good. Let's get these off of you."

"I-I-I'm sorry," he stammers, still trying to cover his leaking bulge up with his sticky fingers. "That has never happened to me before. Something felt really weird and then I guess, um, I-I-I..."

He seems to be having trouble breathing so I pick up his inhaler from the floor and hold it up for him. He lowers his mouth to it and I press down on the button. CRACK-HISS and he sucks in a deep breath, the wheeze dissipating from his breathing after a moment. He nods gratefully.

"It's quite alright, Herbert," I say, my sweetness returning. "It's a problem most young men your age have. They become overexcited. Things rub them a little bit. And bang!" I snap my fingers. "It just explodes out of them. I'm not blaming you, Herbert. Oh, quite the opposite, I take it as a compliment. You were so aroused from touching me that a little bit of rubbing made you cum."

"Cum?" He looks at me with honest confusion. I have to remind myself that this naive young man is an adult. A very sheltered adult. Clearly his father doesn't have a stash of Hustlers. Has he even looked at a Playboy?

"Stand right here," I say even as I pull him closer to me. I can smell the earthy scent of his cum, thick in the air. His shorts soaked. I wet my full lips and he lets out another soft moan of disbelief. "You had an orgasm, Herbert. You're a smart boy. Surely you know what that means?" 

"Yeah, right, the pleasurable contractions that precipitate ejaculation," he says, finally able to wrap his head around it.

"Precipitate is right," I chuckle. "Now then, let's have a look so I can, mmmmmm, clean you up."

"A look? Hey, wait, what are you doing!?" His eyes widen as I curl my fingers into the waistband of his short and begin to pull them down from his skinny hips. I don't stop, dragging his shorts and tighty-whitey underwear lower. I cry out in surprise as his glistening red cock bounces out and nearly smacks me in the face. The smell of sweat and cum assaults me. His is covered with smears of his cum, particularly the tip. He's still very erect. And, oh my, for such a skinny, frail young man, his cock is quite large. 

"Impressive!" I cry, wrapping my hand around his slippery shaft.

"W-w-w-w-what are y-y-y-y-ou...ooohhhhh..."

His words trail off as I give him a squeeze and a slow, gentle stroke. I pull my hand away and look at it, cum webbing my fingers and smearing my palm. 

"Hmmm, I don't have a washcloth handy," I say, leaning closer to him. "I'll have to clean this mess up myself."

"Clean it up yourself? What do you...Ohhhhh!" His eyes practically bug out of his head as I lean in and run my tongue over the head of his cock. I chuckle softly as I taste the saltiness of his teenage spunk. I look up at him, my eyes heavy with lust and my hand working his impressive shaft as I bathe his cockhead with my pink tongue. The redness in his face deepens to purple. His wheeze returns. 

"I think I've cleaned the tip," I say, pulling back from his cock and admiring the spit-washed head of his cock. "But I'm going to have to clean you all the way down to your balls. Oh! Those are dripping wet as well! Let me start there."

With my hand still working his shaft, I dip down to his balls and begin tonguing them and sucking them. He whines with pleasure like a dog wanting to be let out of the house. I slurp both of his balls into my mouth, stroking faster, feeling fresh pre oozing out of his cockhead. His balls are tightening up. 

CRACK-HISS. Poor Herbert sucks another breath from his inhaler as I lick my way up his shaft and back to his tip.

"Herbert," I softly purr. "I'm going to have to suck your cock now. It's the only way to get you clean. Are you ready for that?"

He takes a deep shuddering breath, finally smiles. "Y-yes, ma'am."

I part my lips and fill my mouth with Herbert's thick teenage cock. His swollen dick presses my tongue down as I suck him to the back of my throat, puffing and then hollowing my cheeks around him as I suck hard. My lips pop wetly, sucking back to his tip and down again, prodding the back of my throat as I massage his tight balls. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moan around him.

"Oh...the feeling," he gasps, twitching and shuddering. "The feeling is coming back, ma'am. I am going to, um, to orgasm."

"Mmmmmmhmmm," I agree, bobbing my mouth on him again. The question is, where do I want this naughty young man to cum for the second time?