“OHHHHHHHH!!!!! GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!” her shrill voice echoed throughout the empty house.
The boy kept her screaming for as long as possible with directed shallow thrusts that stroked her inflamed walls, but never left her womb unattended for long. Although he relished the familiar sensation of a warm gush of fluids coating his cock, he was surprised just how close to climax he was brought the powerful, milking contractions of her vagina.
Finally, the paroxysm dissipated, the milder aftershocks of pleasure drawing hoarse sobs from Helen’s raw throat. Tears streamed down her face, and Jason brought his face to hers for comfort.
He kissed her face, targeting the tears, “Sorry if I hurt you.”
He began nuzzling her neck and slowly began withdrawing. At the peak of his withdrawal stroke, he pulled back until the massive glans exited her honeypot with a pop.
Helen whined and wrapped her long legs around Jason, the backs of her calves desperately pressing against his firm buttocks.
Relishing her desperate need and the way her soft breasts pressed into his chest, the teen smiled as he re-entered her, stretching her out again. When he fully within her again, he rolled his hips, massaging her womb with his glans, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.
“Ohhhhh babbyyy nooo…,” she moaned.
He looked down at their coupling, “Look mom. You’re taking all of me. We were made for each other.”
“D-don’t say that,” she whispered, despite the flash of joy that erupted within her.
Jason began slowly accelerating his tempo, with Helen’s hips adjusting their response appropriately. The increased effort in the setting of the hot summer night caused the boy to drench his t-shirt with sweat. The effort was well worth it, however, when he made his mother come for the second time that night.
“JASSOOOOOOOOOON!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The teen steadily rode her through her orgasm and aftershocks. Despite Jason’s significant experience, the taboo of the situation, the powerful vice around his cock, and his mother’s vocalizations had caused the teen to regress to a novice.
“J-jesus, mom… you feel soo good.”
By this point in time, Jason was thrusting uncontrollably, his capacity for finesse long gone. For the first time in years, he wished that he’d picked a more stamina-friendly condom, “Uhh, I can’t hold it much longer mom. I’m gonna come!”
“Noo — just wait a little longer!!”
“Sorry ugh I c-can’…HNGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the teen grunted as he felt his life lurch out of the head of his ballooning penis.
“IT GREWWWW!!!” Helen screamed expanding penis made her revisit her virginity again. Her declaration was largely lost on her son, who was thrusting away mindlessly.
Minutes later, Jason gingerly withdrew despite his mother’s wail of disapproval. As the shaft disengaged from the newly-stretched hole, an additional bolus of Helen’s fluids streamed out from her still undulating hips, further soaking the satin sheets. The boy’s erect shaft throbbed in the air, the black rubber a glistening evidence of their lovemaking. The receptacle ballooned obscenely, filled with the teen’s potent swimmers.