Give in. Tell your mom you are a little boy and beg for help

Fuck. You may be a stud at school, but those are girls, and your MILF mom is a grown ass woman. She’s got the curves and the guile to have you wrapped around her finger, and it seems like she has.

“I need your help,” you meekly say, “Mom, please, I need relief.”

She laughs at you, making your heart sink deeper in your chest.

“All those inches of cock and no one to take care of you,” she says, “I’m afraid it proves something about who you are on the inside.”

“Please mom, my balls are so full.”

“Well, why don’t you take care of that then?”

“Huh?”

“You were the one bragging to me about how often you masturbate. Let’s see it. Let’s see you stroke that ungodly big cock of yours.”

God, of course you would. Anything for hot Celina, dear mom.

You fish your dick out of your pants and spit into your hands. Drools falls down your chin as your clasp your shaft like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.

“Good boy,” she says, “Stroke that big dick of yours.”

Your eyes are glued at the line of cleavage emerging from her robe. It’s the image that has been burned on the back of your eyelids for years.

Celina seems almost disinterested, staring out the window.