Son... Having a Hard Time? Want Mom to Drain It for You?

I strip my clothes off in one rough sweep and fling them wherever they land.

I grab my vein-ridged cock and start jerking it like a man possessed.

I'm working it so hard the wet slap of friction cracks through the bathroom air.

Fuck, those are definitely cum stains...

When the hell did she pull those out of the wash and put them on?

Is she even in her right mind?

The thought of leftover cum that should've been long dead crawling up inside Mom's pussy—

Blood surges into my cock on pure instinct.

From the base of my balls, up the shaft, through the head—cum blasts out in a thick, powerful jet.

But I can't stop my hand.

It just keeps stroking on its own.

Mom figured out I jerked off.

She must've known exactly what those stains embroidering her black panties were.

And she put them on anyway, like she wanted me to see...

I've got a shitload of unchecked notifications.

Some of them are from the site where Mom peddles her videos.

I start with the burner account.

"Nnngh...!"

A death-rattle moan slips out of me before I can stop it.

One uploaded photo hits so hard I can practically smell blood in my nose.

Mom is flat on her stomach like a dog in front of the bathroom door, wearing panties absolutely plastered in cum.

Her ass is shoved high and back.

Her tongue—slick and gleaming with spit—is stuck out, lapping something up.

Shit, that's... that's my cum, isn't it?

Mom's tongue is pressed right against the cum stains.

My balls drop with a heavy lurch.

After the livestream, Mom went and licked up my cum all over again.

I scroll down a little and a short video pops into view with a thumbnail so filthy it makes my eyes water.

There's some bullshit caption about buying it if you want the full version.

I tap the video anyway.

I didn't bring earphones, so I crank the volume just high enough to hear.

The wet sound of greedy licking fills the air.

Mom is sprawled in the exact same pose from the photo, rubbing her fingers over the crotch of her panties.

With her tongue stretched long, she ravenously laps my cum off the bathroom door.

The crotch of her black panties starts going dark and wet.

The cum her son sprayed everywhere fantasizing about her mixes with her pussy juice.

A thin white liquid trails down between her thighs in sticky rivulets.

Cunt juice.

The second Mom's fingers start peeling her black panties aside—

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The video cuts off.

Fuck, how am I supposed to not buy it after that?

Haa... What kind of bitch is this...

I'd already been calling her a bitch in heat to her face, but...

I didn't think it'd be this bad...

My cock is raw.

I throw every ounce of willpower I've got into freezing my frantically pumping hand.

The skin on my dick is about to peel right off.

I collapse onto the bathroom floor.

It feels like every drop of strength in my body is being sucked straight into the Mom on that screen.

Then, out of nowhere, a DM comes in.

Shit, I've still got a mountain of unchecked notifications...

My hand taps it on autopilot.

Of course it does—it's a DM from Mom.

There's a photo attached.

Cold sweat runs down my back in sheets.

It's me, naked, sprawled face-down asleep on the bed.

When the hell did she take this?

Shot from above, looking down.

My face burns hot.

She fires back an instant reply.

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Fuck, she's supposed to be getting my breakfast ready, and instead...

She's sending shit like this to some guy my age...

First things first—I need to ask how she even took it.

A few more photos come through.

My face goes past burning—it turns to ash.

Naked shots with my face cleverly cropped out.

Some taken from the angle of Mom staring at my ass.

Both balls, a sliver of my hole, and a thick bush of pubes laid out in full, shameless view.

There's even one where she's got her finger resting right between my ass cheeks.

Fuck, I've had just about enough of this.

I play along with the son-cosplay a little and she starts treating me like a toy?

I'm your actual son, Mom.

She wishes I felt the same way?

Fuck, I was wearing pants but I shoved my rock-hard cock right up against her...

That still wasn't enough for you, Mom?

Insane.

I already took a pic and showed it to you not that long ago, Mom.

You just hadn't figured out it was your son yet.

Haa... Fuck, what do I do?

Just sitting here taking whatever Mom dishes out is starting to piss me off too...

Is it finally time to show Mom the real thing?

Part of it, anyway—my cock had jumped out enough that she'd already gotten a look at a stretch of vein-lined shaft.

Mm... doesn't seem like that was nearly enough for her...

There's only one way to play this.

Fuck, she keeps flip-flopping—I can't get a read on her at all.

Sounds like she's gonna fuck him but also "not quite that far"?

Haa... I've got a powerful urge to flick her right in the forehead.

I hold back because she's my mom.

Yeah, Mom.

It's fucking selfish.

Jesus Christ, she wants a whole goddamn shopping list.

Just go all the way—wrap those lips around your son's cock and suck it wet and sloppy, then spread those glossy long legs wide open.

Take that drooling son-cock into Mom's pussy.

Grind it down with those pink pussy lips, wring every drop of cum out of him, and call it done.

I kill the phone screen.

I crank the shower as hard as it'll go.

I splash just enough water over myself to get damp.

Is she actually gonna be standing outside the door like she said?

I tip my head down and look.

It's been a while since I was stroking, but my cock is still twitching like it's got a life of its own.

Haa... even I have to admit it's fucking huge.

Feels like my dick's been growing these past few days.

I let out a long breath.

Steady my breathing, then whip my body around to face the bathroom door.

A bead of precum leaks from the tip of my throbbing cock.

I grab the pants and T-shirt I'd flung everywhere and shove them under the shower spray.

Soak them through.

Mm... that should do it.

Every preparation made, I take a slow step forward.

I clamp my hand tight around the doorknob.

And wrench it open.