Janice comes to her senses

Janice stared at the massive dark shaft that bobbed and hovered in front of her, noticing that a pearly white drop of precum was forming at the tip. She was reminded of the pool of cum on his sheets and was amazed that he could already have another load waiting in his swollen nuts. She looked to the fat orb resting on her fingertips and images flashed through her mind; of her licking and sucking on those cum-heavy nuts, taking Duncan's huge meaty shaft in her mouth to taste it, and then letting her stepson put his perfect cock inside of her slippery, wet--

From the other room came a familiar ringtone, letting Janice know that her loving husband was calling her from work and breaking the spell that she seemed to be under. She blinked for a moment and then looked to Duncan's heavy, egg-sized testicle resting on her fingers, warm against her skin. She let his heavy nut fall from her fingertips and quickly stood up, her face bright with embarrassment.

She took a deep breath and then said, "I think that you'd better be getting back to school now, Duncan. I'll take care of your sheets and.." She looked back to Duncan's eyes, making sure that he understood the next part. "..Let's not tell your dad about any of this. Okay?" She stepped out of the room to answer her cellphone, leaving her stepson standing alone in his room with his hard cock hanging in the air.

In a mixture of confusion and disappointment at being left in the lurch, he slowly stooped down to pull up his pants when he remembered that there was no way his huge hard-on was going to fit in his pants, not when it was at full mast like this. He glanced to the puddle of cum on his sheets and decided that it couldn't hurt if he added a bit more to the mess. He wrapped his fingers around his rigid shaft and began slowing stroking as he could hear Janice on the phone in the next room, only the open doorway separating them. He didn't bother closing it as he figured that there wasn't any use in hiding since she'd already gotten a close up look at his monster cock.

He couldn't help but picture his red-headed stepmom on her knees in front of him as he jerked off, imagining that her hands were stroking his cock instead. As the Janice in his imagination opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting for her hot, creamy reward, Duncan listened to her talking in the next room. From the back of his thoughts, he began to wonder if the real Janice might want to have a second viewing of big black cock, or maybe even more. His hand moved faster along his thick rod as he moved to the doorway and peeked out.

Janice was sitting on the couch in the living room as she talked to his father, reclined back on the arm of the couch with her eyes shut and one hand resting on her forehead. The sight of her perky rack in her tanktop added fuel to Duncan's stroke session and he could feel the load in his nuts begin to boil.