He Gets The Hell Out Of His House

William looked over his mother's body, the woman merely wiggled her hips ever so slightly as she tried to readjust herself from her newly stretched hole, "Mhm, mommy hasn't done that in quite some time, at least in a few years." William silently blinked, unable to respond, expecting that he was going to wake from the vivid dream he seemed to be living in. "Are you okay, honey? Did you need to do more?"

"D-Do more?" William stammered back as his eyes caught sight of his mother's hands moving, one resting on his stomach and the other wrapping around his half stiff shaft,

"It certainly felt like you planted a lot of your seed inside me, but if you're not empty yet, might as well keep going." William shivered as he felt his mother's hand slowly began to pump his cock back to life, "And besides, I think I owe my big young man a better reward for saving both my hand and wedding ring,"

"I-I'm fine..." William stammered out as he took a small step away from his mom, "D-Dad's in the other room if he saw..."

"Aw, you're always so concerned about others," Your mother gushed while reaching up and pinching your cheek, "But your step-father knows that you and I will always have a special relationship...are you sure you're all set, baby?"