While tumult racked Paul’s mind that Monday morning, his wife and son were having a little tumult of their own.
“Ohhhh… y-you’re doing so good sweetie… h-how do you know exactly where to touch me?”
“Cause we were made for each other. Damn it, I can’t believe I let the fucker put his hands on you yesterday.”
Jason grunted angrily as he stood at the edge of his father’s desk, rapidly laying into his spread-eagle mother.
Helen gently cupped his face, “Awww… sweetie, I had to do it. How else are we going to explain our baby?”
“We… we shouldn’t have to. Damn it mom I could take care of you…”
“I’m proud of you for trying to take the responsibility, honey, but let’s be honest. You’re a college student and I don’t have a job — our baby needs a lot of help.”
“Yeah…”
She stroked his face, “And say what you will about that man, but he’s great at raising kids. After all, he raised you, didn’t he?”
“I-I know, but… the thought of that loser putting his hands on my woman…”
Although pleased at his jealously, Helen reassured him, “Well, it doesn’t matter — he did nothing for me, and I was thinking of my handsome son the whole time… that and our weekend at the cabin.”
Jason’s anger began dissipating as he remembered the non-stop fucking that weekend. It was a good thing that the cabin was alone on a steep cliff; otherwise, his mother’s constant screaming would have surely brought the police to their doorstep. His balls ached even this morning, bruised from the production of what seemed like pints of jism that had entered Helen’s womb, stomach, and even her rectum.
“Oh g-god, baby… you’re gonna make m-mommy cum a-again!”
The rancor within the teen evaporated as Helen Cleaver reminded him whose name she had howled over and over again that weekend.
“JAAAAAAAAAAAASONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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“Hey dude, where’s Jason? We’re gonna be late to that frat party.”
“I donno… probably fucking some broad. Goddamn that dude gets so much tail.”
“Nah — no way. His mom’s visiting this weekend.”
“Yeah, well, his mom visits every weekend. Hasn’t stopped him before.”
“What? You’re telling me a pregnant lady flies thousands of miles every Friday or something?”
“Nah bro his family moved to SF last month — apparently she gave his dad so much shit that the guy finally transferred. Talk about whipped.”
“Jeez, I feel bad for Jason… like cut the cord already.”
“You’d think so, right? But, he’s always excited when she’s in town.”
“Also, damn they’re loaded if they can just move to SF in a heartbeat.”
“Not really, his dad’s just a pushover. How else does a college student skip on cheap on-campus housing for an apartment?”
“No, no that’s not it. Shit, didn’t you hear dude? Bro got in a ton of trouble over the summer in student housing — apparently there’d be noises of women screaming all day and night and shit. Some charge of decency and disruption or something.”
“Woah.”
“Yeah. Our buddy’s definitely a cocksman.”
“Damn… how the fuck does a momma’s boy like that lay so much pipe?”