“Mission accomplished.”
Mom waited for a moment before she said, “Why is it that every time after you cum, you grow a conscious?”
“Huh.” My eyes rolled upwards. I didn’t notice it before then, but mom was right, I did have that trait. “…I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess that’s just how I’m built.”
Another silent moment went by. Then mom said, “Does that mean you don’t want to have sex with me anymore?”
“Nooooooo.” I shook my head. “Not that part. Fucking you is too good to only do it once.”
She gasped. “Watch your language, young man.” Mom slapped my chest. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Actually.” I turned my head and planted my lips on hers.
She laughed as our lips parted. “Honey.”
“Yep.”
“I’m still horny.”
“Mom.” I sighed and then opened the cover to take a look at my spent cock. “It’s gonna take at least half an hour for it to recuperate.” I dropped the sheet.
“I know another limb that can get the job done.” She smiled, placed her thumb on my lower lip and pulled it downwards.
I chuckled. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; it’s a son’s job to make his mother happy.” I dived under the cover and got back to work.