The phone went ignored as Helen’s conscious abandoned her, consumed by another swiftly approaching climax.
“Sounds good *pause* Helen? *pause* Hello?
“B-baby godddd I- I’m gonna!”Helen whined as back arched and her fingers absent-mindedly wrapped around her son’s ankle.
Jason quickly reached for the phone and snapped the distraction shut, “That’s it, mom. Just let it come.”
“OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The boy winced as he felt his mother’s claws dig into the skin around his ankle. He greedily lapped up her juices as they streamed out of her pussy.
Helen collapsed on her son, panting as resolution overtook her, “I *huff* have to *go.”
She began crawling to the edge of the bed towards the shower when she felt a warm fist grasp her wrist.
“You can’t go yet — I still need relief,” Jason muttered, pointing to his very erect cock.
“I-I’m sorry, honey… but t-there’s no time. It takes you a w-while…”she whispered.
The teen grinned proudly, “I’m glad you think so, but I promise it won’t. Not if we do what I want.”
Before she could ask for clarification, the teen had her on her back and crawled up her body, his knees on either sides of her tummy. Helen gawked at the enormous underside of the tip of his shaft as it pulsated just above her jugular notch.
Jason hungrily grasped his mother’s bra cups and pulled them down, exposing her enormous mammaries and erect, pink nipples. In appreciation, a string of precum trailed down from his pisshole down to her chest. His shaft still covered in sticky lubricant from Helen’s previous affections, the boy gently pressed the ponderous breasts over his cock and began slowly humping.
“Aw yeah, fuck — I’ve always wanted to fuck your amazing tits, mom.”
Speechless, Helen’s face turned bright red at her son’s flagrant vulgarity and depraved sex act. Yet, hypnotized by the massive pikestaff sliding up and down her chest, she found herself desperate for something to fill the emptiness inside her, despite the hours of ecstasy that morning. Her son’s shiny-six pack contracting and relaxing with effort only made the ache within her so much worse.
Already sensitized by nearly an hour of competent knob-gobbling, Jason found himself very near climax as the soft flesh stroked his gliding cock. When his mother unexpectedly nursed the head on one of his forward thrusts, the boy felt his balls tighten and fluid rush up his stovepipe.
Helen suddenly saw a thick rope of white burst forth from the purple head, its contents reaching as far as the headboard, but also soaking the sheets, her face, and her chest. As her son frantically bucked his hips, the dutiful mother closed her eyes and held on for the ride, warm fluid spurting against every aspect of her body. By the time her son’s thrusts had slowed to a stop and his grunts had quieted to labored panting, Helen finally understood just how much the boy’s balls produced in one go — semen coated nearly every square centimeter of her skin and hair and several feet of bed above her head.
Jason rolled over and collapsed beside her, still fighting to catch his breath, “H-holy… shit…”