"That boy is my son"

She continues, "I saw your antics in the mirrors, and don't find it at all amusing." She grabs you by the left earlobe and firmly tugs you out of your seat, whispering in your ear. "The boy's a little slow to start with, and then you tramp in and torment him to distraction. I mean, how's he supposed to work all day with a hard-on? I have to clean enough cumstains out of his pants as it is. Well, you're just going to help him out right now.

You are dragged by your ear behind the counter, mother in tow.

"Mmmom!" the geek stutters, "what are you doing?" He watches as his mother forces you to your knees before him.

"She's going to take care of THAT problem she caused," pointing matter-of-factly at his tented crotch.

You knew what needed to be done without being asked, and unzipped him, pulling out the pre-cum dripping geekcock.

"It's only right," mother said, watching a little too intensely as you suckle him along.

"Do you have to watch?" he asked, his face, and dick reddening.

"Well, we can't have her  running away on you, can we?" she said, seeming to make all the sense in the world.

Moments later, mom could see him grimace.

"Let him cream your face, missy," she orders.

You oblige, stealing a taste.

"Now get out of here and leave my son alone. And don't wipe that mess off. Let everyone see what you're about."