Yes

"Well..." you say contemplative, knowing what you want to say, knowing what you should say. You wonder, if Amy Adams was really your mother, would you let her jerk you off. You can't believe you're wondering this.

"I give really good..." Amy smiles.

"Okay" you say.

And you barely get the word out before Amy has run over next to the counter and dropped to her knees. She looks up at you waiting for you to make the next move.

You step close to her, fully aware that this "scene" has officially become a reality. The only way it would be more real was if Amy were really your mom.

She bites her lips as she sees the big bulge in your pants. She looks up at you with her adoring blue eyes. She's gone from naughty to dirty to filthy in a few short moments. You wonder if it's possible for her to seem any more depraved.

"Tell Mommy how much you love her." She says. It's possible.

"I love Mommy very much" You answer as Amy slowly undoes your belt, unbuttons your jeans, unzips your fly.

"A hundred percent?" Amy asks. You nod. Your cock throbs. "After today, maybe a hundred and ten percent?" She pulls down your jeans and gasps as your cock pops out at her. "Wow, Mommy raised you well." She says and giggles. Amy Adams fucking giggles at how filthy her mind gets when she looks at your cock.

Then she spits on it. A long, thick dollop of saliva pours from her lips onto your fat member. And she wraps her hand around it and starts to tug.

She's right. She does give a good handjob. She jerks your cock enthusiastically, not to fast, not to slow, and she stares at it lovingly.

Then, just as you're certain this is the best handjob you've ever had, she spits on the palm of her other hand and cups your balls, slowly rubbing the wet saliva all over your scrotum.

"Tell Mommy you love her." Amy is a freak.

"I love you Mommy" you say, completely under her spell.

Still jerking you with one hand, Amy slides the other past your balls and caresses your taint. Your cock feels ready to explode. Then she starts to slide her fingers further, staring up at you with those famous eyes, looking for permission.

You close your eyes and nod and brace for the sensation of Amy's finger slipping into your ass.

You can't take it any more. You're going to explode. And you have no interest in cumming all over Amy's hand. You decide it's time, perhaps, to be a little forward and take control of the situation.