Her Son’s Bountiful Load : Mommy’s Cumshots 2

A mom is on a camping trip with her adult son Blake who she interrupts masturbating.  Blake feels the pain of blue balls before his mom relieves him back at camp, surprised by the sheer volume.  His potency turns her on and she’s able to extract another c-shot that she takes inside her before commanding yet another release from her darling boy that goes in her mouth.

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She was both surprised and impressed by what she saw.  Despite Blake’s boyish features, he had the cock of a man twice his size.  It managed to illicit the same reaction from Sharon as any other would.  She started to salivate for it, and felt her crotch dampen on instinct.

“Look at you,” Sharon said, lifting the monolith gently as though it was a gun that might go off.

Blake gripped the armrests of his camping chair tightly.

“Relax,” Sharon said, looking up at him and smiling.

Blake’s nerves were apparent.  He looked into his mom’s serene, calm face and began to mimic her emotions.

“You don’t have to be scared,” Sharon said, and she started to move her hand slowly along her son’s thick shaft.

Blake closed his eyes and trembled.  His mom could feel the power in her midst.  Blake was primed.  His cock was taut with arousal and his balls were plump and full, sitting up between his legs like polished fruit in the window.

“Mommy wants you to come,” Sharon said, starting to jerk her son slowly.

Blake grunted and his brow furrowed.  He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at what his mom was doing.  But he felt everything.

He focused on the soft, demure hands as they cruised up over him like only a woman’s can.  Sharon’s touch was both gentle and assertive all at once.  It felt as though it glided over him, but it pinched just enough to excite and arouse him further.

“You can come for mommy,” goaded Sharon.  “Be a good boy and come for mommy.  She’s sorry she stopped you, but she wants it now.”

Sharon spoke of herself in the third person, as though it distanced her from the act.  Someone else was doing this to her son, not her.

Blake opened his eyes a fraction, looking through his lashes at his mom’s face.  He could see his mom’s intense focus on his cock.  She seemed enamored by it, curling her lip as she spoke at it.

“You can come for me,” she growled.  “I want you to come for me, Blake.”

Seeing his mom’s yearning helped Blake to relax into the sensation of it.  He stopped fighting against his mom’s touch and fell back into the chair.

“Good boy,” Sharon said.  “There’s a good boy.”

She beat her son faster and moved her face close to his thickness as it bloomed.  When she next spoke, Blake could feel the soundwaves of her voice against his cock.

“Let it all out for me,” Sharon said, and Blake could hear the excitement.  He was imminent, and Sharon knew it by the intense stiffness he possessed now.

“M-mom,” whimpered Blake.

“It’s okay,” Sharon said.  “It’s okay.  Come for me!  Come for me!”

She beat him hard and then leaned away in anticipation as Blake rose in the seat and let an impassioned groan out into the night.

“Mommy, I’m coming!” he cried.

It felt beautiful to Sharon to have her boy call for her like that right at the point of climax.  A smile blossomed on her face that turned to startled shock and then joy as the ropes of hot, white cum sprang from her boy.

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