Yes, he can... for now.

His mother's insistent pleas pierced through the haze of lust clouding his brain. She was right, he couldn't! No matter how hard it was, the situation might still be salvageable, and making it worse by cumming again was definitely not going to help matters any.

"You... you're right, I need to... Sorry, mum, but are you done showering? I... It's probably better if you..." Adam stammered, casting a meaningful glance at Monica's throbbing prick.

"Oh! Yes, of course. Let me just grab a towel, then I'm gone. Come get breakfast once you're done," his mother rambled, and then she was gone, leaving down the hallway. Adam caught himself looking at her behind wistfully, imagining the bobbing penis on the other side. Shaking his head violently, he entered the bath and prepared to shower. Stripping out of his pajamas, he grimaced at their sorry state. The were completely soaked with his pussy juices, so he could only throw them into the hamper. Adam took a few deep, shuddering breaths in an effort to calm himself, but he was only partly successful. The aching emptiness in his lower body was still there, but he somehow managed to ignore it for the moment.

Adam stepped into the shower and set the temperature decidedly colder than usual to combat the smoldering lust. Still, the feeling of the water washing over his sweltering cunt prompted a sharp intake of breath. Cursing his sensitivity, Adam lathered up, avoiding his tits and pussy in order to not aggravate matters more than necessary. Toweling off posed a similar issue, but he managed. Having successfully navigated the minefield of lust that his body had become, Adam finally got dressed in the clothes his mother had laid out yesterday and met her in the kitchen.

Monica had already set up everything and was frying some bacon. The smell was heavenly.

"Thanks, mum. I'm starving!" Adam said sitting down, trying to ignore how the seat pressed against his aching pussy. Since his ass was pretty flat, there was no cushion to speak of between him and the chair.

"No problem, Adam. I'm almost done, help yourself to some juice," Monica answered, shutting of the gas and turning around. Adam froze while reaching for the orange juice: His mother was wearing her favorite yoga pants, the outline of her huge cock and her plump balls clearly visible, her prick sandwiched to Monica's right leg. Her transfixed offspring swallowed hard, hardly able to deal with the growing dampness in his panties. She had to know what this would to to him, right?

"Oh! Sorry sweetie, I know how this looks... But this thing is too big for any of my other pants. Can you try to ignore it?"

Adam barely heard her, staring at the juicy prick between Monica's legs. Blinking quickly, he tried to compose himself and stammered:

"S-sure, I... uh, yeah, I will. Could you... could you sit down so I don't see it or something?"

"Of course, Adam, let me just set down the pan," Adam's mother answered, doing just that and sitting down. Adam's eyes remained glued on her bulge until it disappeared under the table and then stared at the tabletop, knowing only one inch of plywood was between his gaze and the turgid...

"Sweetie, please eat something. All this must be hard on your body," Monica interrupted his reverie, loading her plate with bacon, eggs and toast, smiling at Adam, "I know it's on mine."

Taking a deep breath, Adam took some food for himself and began eating. He tried to keep as still as possible to avoid stimulating his throbbing snatch, but with every little move, his breath caught in his throat, electric sparks racing up his spine and exploding in his brain. Monica noticed, of course, and the effects were undeniable if thankfully invisible to Adam: After having to interrupt her self-pleasuring earlier, her own libido was on a hair trigger as well, and her sons whimpering and twitching was slowly making her stretch out the crotch of her yoga pants until her cock-head was rubbing against the table from below.

"Mmmmmh," Monica groaned, following with "this bacon really hits the spot!" to cover her moaning. Adam wasn't so far gone that he wouldn't have noticed that her sounds were more lewd than bacon generally deserved, so it was obvious that his mother had gotten aroused. While part of him was horrified, another couldn't help imagine her thick meat below the table. The thought almost drove him insane with desire.