Although this context was unbeknownst to Jason, the boy luxuriated in listening to his mother whimper and moan while she lovingly pampered his pole. When she again successfully took him deep in her throat, the ridges in her gullet tickling his cockhead, the boy’s eyes rolled back as he exploded in her throat.
“Hnghhhh!!!” Jason grunted, involuntarily thrusting into her mouth.
Helen patiently endured his desperate search for relief, somehow managing to keep up with the ludicrous amount of spunk that left his balls. She stroked his thighs and cooed sympathetically, cherishing the almost pitiful, boyish whimpering from the same man that had reduced her to putty the previous night.
When he finally fell back, sweaty and panting, Helen’s long, painted nails tenderly raked the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. She placed gentle kisses on the pink head and lapped up any residual ejaculate.
“W-wow, mom *huff* you swallowed *pant* every drop. You’re *huff* amazing.”
Helen couldn’t help but smile proudly, “Thanks, sweetie.”
When he finally caught his breath, Jason looked her directly in the eye, and asserted, “Ok. Now it’s my turn.”
He stood up, grabbed his mother by the waist, and hoisted her onto the dining table.
“Wait! Wha-?” the bemused housewife exclaimed.
“Hey, you’re the one that taught me the golden rule,” Jason posited, while gently pushing her onto her back, clearing the table condiments out of the way. He deftly undid the ribbon to her pink night robe, and spread it open, revealing a busty, mature woman in nothing but a black bra and panties to match. Pulling her slightly forward, he sat down onto the chair so that his face was positioned just at her quim.
“Wow, mom, why are you so wet? Did going down on me turn you on that much?” the teen asked maliciously as he gently rubbed the mons, focusing on the erogenous flesh around her clitoris.
“Shut up,” Helen moaned quietly as her cheeks turned pink. She couldn’t help but lightly thrust her hips against his massage.
“Oh, I’m just kidding, mom — I love that I get you so excited. If we’re being honest, I was worried that you’d hate me for last night and want to back out of our arrangement.”
Despite the pleasure fogging her thoughts, Helen’s maternal instincts made her blurt out, “I could n-never hate you, sweetheart. I love you soo much. I… just am not sure if what we’re doing is… ohhhhh.”
Jason quieted her disapproval by massing her clitoral hood between his thumbs, “Thanks, mom. Come on it’s completely ok — we’re just two adults making each other feel good. You should be more honest about what you want. Mmmm… god you smell amazing,” he groaned as he took in her feminine bouquet.
Helen’s breathing accelerated in time with her hips. She clutched her soft robe as the day’s first climax approached. However, the teen suddenly released all pressure from the area. Her hand shot down to replace his.
Jason quickly blocked her attempts at self-service, slowly shaking his head. He turned his head to the side and began laying down a series of kisses on the inside of her milky white thighs. Just before he approached her altar of love, making his mother whine desperately for the contact, he switched to the other thigh, ignoring her silent moan of protest. This time, he quickly removed her panties in a practiced motion, revealing her pink, puffy mound covered by a messy thatch of brown fuzz. The secret treasure within was wet and shiny in the sunlight, as if crying for the boy to let it reach climax.