It was not.

Dr. Owens' face shifted from a short grimace to a calm sort of flatness. Her cheeks were poking out from her tongue moving around inside her mouth. "No, Mr. Mckay. It is still true," she said, fixing her Spectacles to her face and giving me an even glare. Adjusting her Jacket, she coughed into her hand and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a patient to attend to," before turning once more.

I set my jaw and nodded at her back, but as I turned to give them their privacy, I spotted the Beaker. A Man's ejaculation is of course no mystery to me, however Curiosity had sunk it's claws into me. Could it truly be possible for one man to generate such a volume at once? It did seem quite... improbable, however... not necessarily impossible. In my travels, I have seen Men gifted with great Strengths and Skills that no other human could possibly possess. It was entirely possible that Amos could be one of those kinds of Men, albeit a strange Talent to be gifted with. And so, out of yet another bout of morbid Curiosity, I elected to stay and observe.

By now, Amos' screaming had been replaced with grunting and gasping instead, and Dr. Owens was on her knees, with her back to me. "Oh thank you Mother... I'm sorry I teased you like that... I'll never do it again," he groaned. From her lack of response, and the slight movements of her head, I suspected that Dr. Owens was using her mouth to... 'treat' his condition.

My suspicions were proven to be true, although I do not recall as to how or when I had moved across the room for a clearer view.

Releasing him with a pop, Dr. Owens moved in even closer and proceeded to rub her son's cock with her face and cheek, adoration in her eyes. "You'd better not," she growled, the barest hint of malice in her tone, "No one can please you like I can, Amos. And without your father, you're the only one who can satisfy me." Her Spectacles were becoming more and more stained from their mixed fluids, but she did not seem to mind or care. Licking her lips, and gazing upon his member, she breathed heavily upon it, making it twitch and tremble before gobbling it up again. "Ooh, what would I do without you, and your cock, Amos? And what would you do without me and my love?"

Was that look in her eyes truly Adoration, or Obsession? I could not be sure.

Amos's body had gone fully rigid and his true head was thrashing about, teeth gnashing together. "I'm so close Mother! Just a little more! Ha...ha...h-! Here it comes! Here it comes Mother!"