Some small talk

So shocked you were by her man-handling of you, you uncovered your sheathed cock, making it spring up and hit her on the underside of her mounds.

"Thwak!"

A dull cottony sound echoed out, as her tits wobbled within her bra. A awkward heavy silence pursued.

"What's this?" You watched mortified, as your mother glanced down in curiosity, one hand reaching out to take hold of what was poking her. Her breasts obstructing her view.

"Gah!.....Mom Don't!" Your mom's painted nails nipped at your girth, her fingers wrapping around your pole. It took her hand a few go's, as your cock was too generously lubricated, it didn't make it easy for her to find a handhold.

She kept on tugging for a better view."Oh.....OHHH!!!" Not letting up and even clamping tighter, she let out a shocked cry. "Is it supposed to be this big?" Her look and voice took on a strange luster. " But your father....." She teased and changed the pressure on your cock, trying to get a feel for why it was so abnormal. Even the words she was going to say seemed to be caught in her throat.

Her touch was heaven-sent, much better than using your own, it left you panting and wanton. At this point, you couldn't care less that the woman was your mother. But what was frustrating was her irregular movements, much like she was only sating her curiousity. You found yourself assisting her; thrusting your hips forward, using her hand like a cock sleeve.

Everything was shaking. You, the bed and your mother. Like two swinging pendulums, your grape fruit sized balls hit her hand as you felt the sweet feeling of release. A torrent of cum swept from your balls.

You were trapped in post cum bliss, not aware that you had basted your mother in baby batter.