Hunk Hunter (part 5) - Turn over for Herbert to do the front

Herbert has given my back and my ass a good kneading. Now it's time to let the poor young man have a look at what all boys his ages obsess over. I can feel his hard cock jabbing me in the hip. I make sure I brush against it some more, spreading the slimy dampness oozing through onto my tawny skin as I turn over slowly.

"Time to do the front, Herbert," I say, smiling up at him, my large breasts swaying and settling, capped with stiff pink nipples as thick as Herbert's little finger. Even on my back, my breasts are huge and heaving with each breath I take. Herbert's eyes are fixed on the untanned bikini triangles marking my otherwise tanned flesh. The inhaler comes up in his hand. CRACK-HISS and he takes a deep breath. CRACK-HISS and another as his gaze flicks to the tufted gold of my bush and my peachy pussy. 

I giggle and bite my lower lip as I look up at him.

"Don't just stare now, young man. Please. I'm very sensitive. I need your hands to soothe my body."

"Y-yes, ma'am," he moans. He reaches straight for my breasts, grabbing two soft handfuls of my flesh. His fingers sink into my soft mounds and he squeezes me hard enough that I cry out in surprise. 

"Ohhh! Herbert!" I arch on the floor, pressing my breasts into his squeezing hands. "You're so rough!"

"Oh? S-s-sorry, ma'am," he says, his face crimson as he lets go and pulls his hands away from me. 

"That's alright," I say. "Spread some oil on me. Be very thorough." I part my thick thighs a bit more and emphasize, "Very thorough."

Herbert spills the warming oil into his palms and begins to spread it over my tummy. He massages it gently into my hips, my side, and the fronts of my thighs. I open my legs a little more, moaning softly, my lips parted as I gaze up at him beneath heavy lids. Slowly, he works up the nerve to slide his oily hands over my breasts. 

I moan and shift my body, encouraging each stroke of his fingers as they spread the oil and gently bend my straining nipples. He squeezes carefully, pressing my mounds together and letting them settle apart again. Thumbs and fingers working my nipples. Tracing my areolas. The poor boy is softly panting. Wheezing. I don't think he is even aware of his own body.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moan, moving my hand and seeming to accidentally brush my fingers against the poking head of his cock in his shorts. 

Herbert cries out and his cock twitches inside his shorts. I feel warm liquid seeping against my fingers and I lift my head to look as cum - milky and plentiful - seeps through the front of his shorts and begins to dribble down and onto the floor. He covers up, moaning in agony (or maybe embarrassment) as he spunks into his shorts.

"Ohhhhh! Oh, I'm sorry! Ahhhh!" He doubles up, hiding his face and covering his cock with both hands. 

"Oh, dear," I laugh, sitting up. "You've made a mess?"

"Y-yes," he admits. 

"Well, that won't do," I say. "I will need to get you out of those clothes so that I can wash them. And of course we'll need to get you cleaned up."

"Huh?" He looks up from his shame, eyes wide.

How should I clean up Herbert?