With herculean effort, they keep from humping each other.

Adam emptied his juice and slammed down the glass. He would NOT allow the changes to continue! Even if it meant not getting his mother's big... drooling... cock...

"Hnnnghhh..." a low moan **** its way out of Adam's throat, making Monica's dick lurch and press harder against the table. But this was wrong! Not only were they mother and son, but if she ravaged his sodden pussy, he'd change further for sure, his breasts surging... bigger... and his hips ...

Adam bit the base of his thumb hard, the pain piercing through the haze of lust clouding his mind. He realized two things: His panties were soaked, and if he stayed, the aching need in his snatch would be satisfied sooner rather than later. Getting up on trembling legs, he tried to ignore the squelching sound coming from his chair and picked up his plate.

"Mom, I... aagh... I'll eat in my roo-... ooooh... room," Adam explained and left as fast as his quivering legs would let him.

Monica looked after him with half-lidded eyes full of lust. She had of course heard the wet sounds emanating from his crotch and his lusty moans did their part. Rocking her hips back and forth, Monica gripped the table with both hands, her dick rubbing against the table from below. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't keep herself from imagining Adam on his hands and knees before her, her hands grabbing his hips and her cock buried deep in his cunt. Slamming her crotch into the table, she made everything on it rattle and bounce around, but she bit her lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. She knew what her moans would do to her poor son, and she couldn't do that to him. But her climax was approaching quickly after being blueballed in the shower, and her thrusts became erratic. Then, her lust reached its peak.

"Aaaah, god YES!"

It felt like a cannon of lust was going of in her pants, jizz shooting right through the fabric and splattering against the table, the floor and over the chair Adam had been sitting on.

Adam had of course heard both the rhythmic banging and the subsequent cries of pleasure. He stopped partway up the stairs to his room and screwed his eyes shut, images of his mother's throbbing dick dancing before his eyes. His whole body shivering with lust and desire, he tried to shut everything out. He would not give in! This was his body, and he'd be damned if he lost even more of his masculinity!

Minutes later, he had calmed down sufficiently to continue to his room. Shutting the door, he sat down at his desk and continued his breakfast of cold bacon and toast. The empty feeling in his cunt made him almost double over several times, but he managed to hold out with his internal mantra of "Don't give in! Don't give in! Don't give in!"