not without help

"Alright, you little shit, cum on me, and fast." His mom stayed, on her back, her legs spread wide, clutching her tits. The boy jacked himself, but despite his rock hard cock, could not seem to make anything come out.

"Cum on my tits, you little limpdick!" his mother shouted, and pulled the boy up on to her, so he was straddling her chest. She pulled his dick forward, jamming it between her large breasts, and started to work them back and forth over it. The feeling was amazing, but for some reason, the boy's dick just got limper, and limper.

"You can't handle being in control, can you, you worthless little idiot?! You're just like your father!" His mother screamed up at him, then pushed him off of her, back onto the bed. He lay there, stunned, as his mother got up and straddled his chest.

"You certainly don't know what to do with these," she sneered, hefting her tits. "And you can't even finish yourself off. I bet you couldn't even get near me if I offered up my ass to you. Not that I'd ever let a little chicken like you drive. Well, I guess I have to show you how it's done."

His mom leaned forward, and let her sizable tits surround both sides of his face. They were large enough and firm enough that he was having a hard time breathing. This slight ****, combined with his mother's weight on his chest, constraining him, (not to mention her wet pussy smearing itself into his paltry chest hair,) made him begin to grow hard again. He felt his mother's hand reach behind herself and down, and latch on to his stengthening cock.

"Oh, you like it when i **** you, don't you ... you can't do anything for yourself, can you." Though his breathing was obscured, he could still hear his mother's acid voice just fine. "Well, I guess I have to do everything around here." She leaned in harder on him, putting more weight into both his face with her boobs, and his chest with her pelvis. The combination made it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

His mother began to yank on his cock, hard and quickly, without any semblance of softness. His cock felt ready to explode, and soon enough it did. He tried to gasp for air as he spurted out cum on his mother's wrist and his own stomach, but his mother pressed into him even tighter, yelling at him to be a man and empty himself quickly. The lack of oxygen made his orgasm a shattering one, his vision filled with bright flashes as he came.

His mother continued to jerk him hard and fast, drawing out his orgasm long after he has stopped spurting, the sensitivity of his cock growing higher and higher, as his mother continued to yank it for all it was worth. He tried to moan through her suffocating tits, his mother's masturbation bringing continuing pleasure but unbearable amounts of pain as he felt himself slipping away into unconsciousness. His mother laughed, let go of his limpening dick, and rolled off him.

Looking him in the face, his mother noticed him about to pass out, so she slapped him hard on the cheek to wake him up, then cleaned off her cummy wrist by rubbing it off on the side of his face. "Next time, maybe you'll be a man, and finish yourself off. Now, I need some satisfaction, but I know better than to ask you for it." Your mother jumped up, and walked out of the room, leaving you lying on the bed, with your own cum on your stomach and the side of your face, still struggling to regain your breath.