With her hands.

Your mother’s lithe hands tread all around your package, gliding over every vein. She spits on your shaft, sliding her palms up and down in a slow, caring pace. You throb heavily, the weight of your rod making her have to adjust her grip. Her left shifts down to cup one of your balls, swapping between the two and letting the other drop as she does.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

You’ve not been pleasured by anyone else before. You’re inexperience shines through when you feel your orgasm fast approaching. You have just enough time to warn her before you blow.

“M-mom, I-I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead, sweetie. Cum on Mommy.”

That does it. Almost as if she’d spoken a trigger word, you explode all over her. Your heavy sack clenches and a hot, sticky stream of jizz arcs onto her breasts. Then another. And another. You can’t stop; it just feels too good. Shot after shot after shot leaves her bulging breasts soaked with your seed. And your mother doesn’t even bat an eye, going right back to finishing her breakfast.

Still aroused, if tired, you take a moment to collect yourself, loose cum yet dripping from your cock. You need more. So much more. But before you can ask one more question, someone interrupts.