The Cum Face Challenge

So this is what vacation is supposed to be like, Joy told herself. She was poolside in Las Vegas, soaking up the sun and staring up at a cloudless blue sky. Joy expected to hate Vegas, but there she was, delighting in all of the little details. Majestic palm trees casting shadows over neat rows of lounge chairs. Faux rock formations spouting chlorinated waterfalls. The smell of coconut sunscreen. A gentle breeze on her belly. Beads of sweat on her cleavage. Intricate white ripples interwoven over aqua blue pool water. Club music pumping through the speakers. Not to mention, a group of hot guys peeling off their shirts a few rows in front of her. Joy's mom, Paula, was quick to give her a nudge.

"Yes, I see them," Joy confirmed.

"Oh, look at that one. I see a bulge."

"You're worse than my friends. They're teenagers," Joy reminded her.

Paula was a gorgeous brunette in her forties and her curvaceous body was spilling out of a tiny yellow bikini. Her daughter had just graduated high school which was the catalyst for this celebratory mother-daughter vacation out west. They had spent most of the trip at the Grand Canyon, which was Joy's idea, but Las Vegas was all Paula.

"Have you thought about your focus?" Paula asked.

"I'm going to be pre-med so I have, like, years to decide."

"You need to have an end game. Follow a dream. That's the only way you'll get through all of that school," Paula insisted. "Cardiology? Anesthesiology?"

"Mom, we agreed not to talk about school."

Joy's phone buzzed like crazy, rattling the contents inside of her purse.

"We also agreed to leave our phones in the room," Paula reminded her. "You're glued to that thing."

"I'm not going to check it. I brought it in case of emergency."

"Right."

"I don't even care who it is."

"Sure."

Paula stood up and Joy averted her eyes. She had almost forgotten about the dental floss thong that she begged her mom not to wear until it was right in her face.

"I suppose it's too early to get some service. I'm heading to the bar," Paula announced.

"Have fun."

The second her mom was gone, Joy went for her phone. She could hardly see the screen under the glare of the sun, so she cranked it up to maximum brightness. She had just received a photo from her friend Jasmine, shared in a group chat with Joy and a few other classmates. Joy squinted her eyes, to be sure about what she was seeing.

"No way!" Joy blurted.

A bikini-clad server popped up next to Joy, causing her to jump. "Good morning. Would you like to see a drink menu?"

Joy scrambled to cover her phone. "Ah... no thanks. I have one on the way."

When the server was out of sight, Joy reexamined the picture. Jasmine had sent a selfie, but not just any selfie. It was obviously taken right after a blowjob. Jasmine's hair was tied back in a ponytail and the evidence was painted all over her face. She was decorated with pearly white cum from chin to forehead. Jasmine included a caption with the photo: "I nominate Sophie for the Cum Face Challenge!"

Joy thanked God that it wasn't her name in that message. After how much her friends teased her about it, she assumed she would be the first nominated. Joy was so distracted by the picture she didn't even notice her mom, standing over her shoulder with a couple of piña coladas.

Paula knew the nice thing to do would be to pretend that she didn't see the picture, but that wasn't her style. Paula quietly set down the drinks and snuck up on Joy. She surprised her with a comment in her ear: "Got milk?"

Joy's phone flew out of her hand. "Hey! Don't sneak up like that!"

Joy scrambled to grab her phone but Paula scooped it up first. Joy was screwed. Her heart pounded as she watched her mom take her sweet time to examine the seedy picture. Joy didn't know what worried her more: getting busted with the Cum Face Challenge or the fact that her mom was just standing there and showing her ass to everyone at the pool.

After a long study and a few zooms, all Paula could say was, "Wow. Huge load."

Paula handed the phone back to Joy and made herself comfortable on the chair next to her like it was no big deal. She distributed their drinks.

"Virgin for you. Rum for me."

"That picture isn't what you think it is," Joy insisted.

"So that's not your friend Jasmine's face? Decorated with ejaculate?"

Paula popped open a bottle of tanning lotion and squirted it all over her chest.

"Did you know they have a topless pool?" Joy asked.

"Yeah, but it's twenty-one and over. I'm not going to leave you behind"—Paula paused and shook her head—"Clever girl. Don't change the subject. Tell me about the Cum Face Challenge."

"I don't know anything about it. I swear. I'm just as surprised as you are."

Paula set down the tanning lotion and raised her sunglasses. "Look me in the eyes."

"Nope," Joy crossed her arms and turned away.

"I said look me in the eyes."

Paula was half Columbian, half Sicilian, and insisted that her Sicilian genes made her the ultimate lie detector. She stole that from a movie. Joy acknowledged her mom's skill but cursed the part of her heritage that gave her the last name "Nappi", which went over real well in middle school. Joy removed her sunglasses and looked her mom in the eyes in a tense standoff.

"I don't know anything about the Cum Face Challenge. I swear on my mother's grave."

"Very funny. Okay, I believe you," Paula decided. "But I hope she's eighteen. They can lock you up just for having that picture on your phone."

"Of course she is. Our birthdays are a few days apart. We all went to P.F. Chang's this year, remember?"

"Oh, right. No harm then. Unless she got it in her eye," Paula quipped.

Joy was too embarrassed to laugh, but she otherwise enjoyed her mom's sense of humor: dry, dirty, and delivered to perfection in her sassy Long Island accent.

"I have an idea. Let's forget this ever happened," Joy suggested.

"How can I forget? Jasmine is so pretty. And that was the biggest facial ever," Paula added, with a curious air of authority on the subject.

"This trip is my graduation present," Joy reminded her. "So I forbid you from bringing this up for the rest of the—"

"So much cum. From one guy?

"Mom, please."

"Do I know him?"

"Stop."

"At first I thought it was Peter North. Wait... you have no idea who that is."

"Okay. I'm going to the room."

Joy bolted. She forgot her sandals and winced as she stepped over the hot concrete all the way back to the elevator. She wasn't really upset. She just wanted an excuse to get away and look at the picture in private. The app would automatically delete it after 24 hours.

Back in the hotel room, Joy locked herself in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She was a spitting image of her mom: wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, large tear-drop shaped breasts, and a bubble butt that always made her swimsuits ride into the crack of her ass. Joy got a thrill out of wearing such a revealing bikini, something she would never do back home.

Joy pulled up Jasmine's picture for a closer look. Jasmine had thick stripes of semen streaked across her forehead. She had it in her hair. On her eyebrows. Splattered across her cheeks. On the tip of her nose. Dangling from her chin. Jasmine looked so proud, like she was just showing off a fancy new makeover.

Joy's heart was beating fast. It wasn't just the embarrassment of getting caught with the picture. It was the picture itself. She found it oddly sexy. The crotch of her navy-colored bikini bottoms was soaked into a midnight blue. Her mom wasn't the only one that thought Jasmine was pretty. Joy kind of crushed on her, when Jasmine wasn't making her life miserable.

Joy admired the guy's cock in the photo, whoever he was. Knowing Jasmine, he was probably ten years older and out on bail. His dick was still in Jasmine's hand, swollen and veiny with a final bead of cum spilling from the head. The cock has to be in the picture—Joy remembered that was one of the rules. She thought back to how this all got started on her last day of high school, back in Nutley, New Jersey...

"What's a cum selfie?" Joy asked Jasmine.

They were smoking from a cannabis vape pen in the girl's locker room with their accomplices, Sophie and Abby, who shared a glance and giggled at Joy's question.

Sophie was the bubbly British exchange student and Abby was a mousy know-it-all with nerdy glasses. Jasmine, the alpha of the group, was a striking beauty with jet black hair and exotic eyes. She was hot-tempered and fearless, which Joy was drawn to as a source of much-needed protection in the prison that was their all-girl Catholic school. They were all dressed in their uniforms: white button-up shirts, plaid skirts, and knee-high socks.

"You don't know what a cum selfie is?" Abby asked as if Joy forgot to study it for an exam.

Jasmine took a hit from a vape pen and passed it to Joy. Joy took a tiny hit and blew out the smoke with a cough.

"Clearly not," Sophie answered for Joy. "Won't someone enlighten her?"

Jasmine was happy to explain. "A cum selfie is when you take a selfie after a guy shoots his sperm all over your face. Otherwise known as a facial."

"Technically, it doesn't count as sex," Abby added.

Sophie pantomimed the sign of the cross while Jasmine whipped out her phone to show them a photo gallery.

"This is how you take a cum selfie," Jasmine said. She scrolled through some pictures of smiling college girls with cum all over their faces. Joy was shocked. She couldn't believe so many girls were doing this, outside of porn.

"Where did you get those pictures?" Joy asked.

"This is my sister's sorority. They did this thing called the Cum Face Challenge. It's like the Ice Bucket Challenge, but with facials. You post your cum selfie in a group chat and nominate someone to go next. We should totally do it!"

"I'm in," Sophie said. "As long as we use the Snap app. So our pics get deleted."

"Good call," Abby agreed. "We should also include the guy's cock in the picture, to prove no one is faking it."

"Faking with what? Greek yogurt?" Jasmine asked.

The girls had a good laugh, except for Joy, who was flustered. She couldn't get over the sight of all those sorority girls. How they seemed perfectly happy to be wearing a big sticky load on their face. Even Jasmine's older sister, Violet, valedictorian of her class, was all in on the competition. Her face was totally covered in jizz. Joy wondered if this is what she had to look forward to in college.

"Why are we doing this again?" Joy asked.

"This question isn't why... it's why not?" Jasmine said. "I mean, we're all eighteen, it's totally legal. Not to mention, hilarious."

"I think it's hot," Sophie confessed.

"Let's all vote on a winner!" Abby suggested.

"Best cum face!"

"Cummiest face!"

"Cummiest? Did we invent a new adjective?"

The girls broke out into weed-fueled giggles.

"You're all crazy," Joy decided.

Jasmine pulled Joy close and touched her on the cheek. "Can you imagine? Joy gives her first blowjob and out of nowhere she asks the guy to hose down her face with man milk?"

Joy squirmed and pulled away. "Please don't call it man milk."

"I call it spunk," Sophie said with a shrug.

Abby, former spelling bee champion, rattled off every variation, in alphabetical order: "baby batter, cum, ejaculate, jizz, nut butter, seed, semen, sperm, spooge, wad—"

"You forgot dick snot," Sophie added.

"Come on, Joy. It's no fun unless everyone plays," Jasmine pleaded. "You're the science nerd. Consider this a lesson in biology."

"Don't you mean spermology?" Sophie asked.

"Actually, facials would be dermatology," Abby corrected.

"Whatever," Jasmine scowled. "What do you say, Joy? Are you in?"

Joy knew that she should decline, but now she was totally fascinated by the strange ritual of facials. She had no idea how she was going to find a guy to nut on her face, but she was intrigued by the challenge. She would treat it like a scavenger hunt.

"Fine. I'm in," Joy decided.

Back in Vegas, Joy stared down at the blinking cursor in the group chat for several minutes. She was struggling to come up with a good reply to Jasmine. Then, she remembered her mom's. She typed "Got milk?" and clicked the send button.

Joy headed back to the pool. She easily spotted her mom's butt in the crowd. It looked like Paula was sunbathing bottomless since her yellow thong was basically invisible under the golden glow of the sun. Joy lay on the chair next to her mom and hoped that she was done probing her about the picture.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Paula asked.

"Nope."

"Are you girls having some sort of contest?"

Joy's inner-alarm rang on that word "contest." Her mom was ruthlessly competitive. Joy couldn't play a sport, take a test, or even enter a writing contest without Paula's unsolicited interference. Joy even chose the oboe as her band instrument specifically because there were no other oboe players for her mom to force her into competition with.

"It's not a contest. It's just Jasmine. You know how she is."

"So you're not... you know..."

"I'm not... what?"

"Taking pictures with cum on your face?"

"Of course not. Gross."

Paula saw right through Joy's performance. Joy wasn't grossed out. She was totally flushed and trying to camouflage it. Paula softened her approach.

"You know you can tell me anything. It's not a big deal. It's just semen. It's gotta go somewhere."

"I've never had a guy cum on my face. I swear."

"Well, I'd rather you wear it on your face then in your vagina. You don't want to get pregnant."

"Good talk, Mom."

"I'm serious. They should teach it in school. Imagine all the trouble you girls could avoid if you knew how to properly handle a load."

"Properly handle a load?" Joy repeated.

Joy and Paula shared a tension-breaking laugh over that one. Joy couldn't believe that her mom seemed to be condoning the Cum Face Challenge. Encouraging, even.

"So, who's Peter North?" Joy asked, changing the subject, or so she thought.

"That was just a bad joke," Paula said with a suspicious smile. "Forget about it."

After how much her mom had just grilled her over the Cum Face Challenge, Joy had no intention of doing so.

Later that night, Paula and Joy dined at one of the celebrity chef restaurants inside their hotel. They were lucky to get a window seat with a nice view of the Las Vegas Strip. Paula was excited to finally be out for a fancy dinner after all of those days they spent at a treasured national park, which she referred to as "the middle of nowhere." Paula wore a sparkly sequin tank top that showed off her cleavage and paired it with a short skirt and high heels. Much to Joy's embarrassment, Paula refused to wear a bra and her breasts jiggled with every step.

Paula convinced Joy to dress up as well. "It's Vegas. Everyone goes all out," Paula told her, which could not have been more untrue. Joy kicked off her heels as soon as they sat down and shuffled in her seat uncomfortably. She was wearing a thong and already fantasizing about tearing it off as soon as they got back to the room. Joy looked around the restaurant and noticed other girls wearing t-shirts and comfortable yoga pants. She gave her mom the evil eye.

"Good evening, ladies. My name is Levi, I'll be your server. Have you had a chance to look over the drink menu?"

Paula and Joy shared a wide-eyed glance to acknowledge their seriously hot server. Levi was in his twenties and had a rock star vibe, like waiting tables was just his side gig. His eyes were ocean blue and his hair was dirty blonde and messy in the coolest way. He wore the required uniform, crisp white shirt with a black bow tie, but his sleeves were rolled up to show off his forearm tattoos. He was trying his best to sound regal and downplay his Southern accent.

"I want something strong and sweet," Paula informed him.

"Sure thing. I'll point out a few options on the menu for you," Levi offered. He leaned in to look over the menu with Paula. Joy watched closely, to see if she could catch him staring at her mom's tits. Levi helped himself to a glance and then made eye contact with Joy, who darted her eyes to the window.

"I recommend the Island Sunrise," Levi suggested. "Do you like sugar on the rim?"

"How did you know?" Paula asked with a giggle. "I'll have an Island Sunrise and a shot of tequila on the side."

"Hell yeah, let's party," Levi encouraged. He switched back to proper waiter mode. "And for you, miss?"

"Virgin margarita," Joy blurted, louder than she meant to. She held her menu against her chest to cover her cleavage.

"Why don't you hang on to that one," Levi said. "I'll be back shortly with those drinks."

As soon as Levi was gone, Joy glared at her mom.

"Do you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

Joy did her best Paula impression, complete with the accent: "I want something strong... and sweet."

"You know that's how I like my drinks."

"Did I hear you slip in a joke about rimming?"

"You know about rimming?" Paula asked.

"That's not the point."

"Well, I'm glad you're paying attention. You're learning from the best. Did you hear that Southern accent by the way?"

"Yeah. Super-hot," Joy agreed.

"And those tattoos. He's a bad boy for sure. I bet he's in a band."

"Calm down, Mom. I know about your groupie days."

"You know I don't like the G-word. I was an enthusiastic supporter of the arts."

"How enthusiastic?"

They were interrupted by Joy's phone, buzzing on the table. Joy took a quick glance at a new message. Her wide-eyed reaction gave it away. She tried to divert her mom's attention out the window.

"Do you think we can see the fountain show from here?" Joy asked.

"You got another one, didn't you?"

"Another what?"

"Cum Face Challenge."

"I don't know what you're—"

"Let me see it."

"No."

Paula tried to grab the phone out of Joy's hand. They were caught in a tug of war. The neighboring tables stared at them like they were crazy.

"Just let me see it. It'll take two seconds," Paula insisted. She pulled as hard as she could but Joy had a better grip.

"It's nothing. Just a text message."

"Stop lying. You're terrible at it."

Joy yanked the phone away from her mom and knocked over a glass of water. They couldn't help but burst into laughter for a moment. Then Paula got serious.

"Let me see it. Or I'll show the waiter your baby pictures."

"Okay, okay!"

Joy unlocked her phone and handed it over. Paula looked it over with excitement.

"Sophie, you little slut! I almost didn't recognize her under all of the—you know—"

"Okay, you saw it. Give it back."

Paula held the phone protectively. She wasn't done analyzing the competition. Sophie's facial was a total semen explosion. Even messier than Jasmine's. Sophie's mouth formed an O and she had a look of genuine surprise.

"She's still holding his balls. After he drained them all over her face. Nice touch," Paula commented.

"Give it back, please."

"He's not circumcised. She must be back in England?"

"Mom—"

"One of her eyes is sealed shut. I would dock points for that."

Joy prayed her mom would keep her focus on the picture and ignore the message below it. Instead, Paula cleared her throat in a dramatic fashion and read the message aloud: "I nominate Joy for the Cum Face Challenge. That's you, babe!"

"I know."

"Are you gonna do it?"

"Of course not."

Joy could read the disappointment on her mom's face. Joy was a little disappointed herself, to say it out loud so definitively like that. She decided to reopen the conversation.

"Besides... where would I find the guy?"