Okay, back to some more story then

It was about fifteen minutes later that Jack was able to pry his spent cock from his mother’s used cunt and get out of bed. His mother laid there for another minute, staring at the ceiling that had holes in it. She saw jack pulling on some pants but he stopped with them still just below his knees, looking down at his crotch which was still covered in his semen and his mother’s juices. He grabbed her arm and she was half pull up and half sat up on her own.

“Clean this up, mom,” he told her, and the woman was obedient, her head falling into her son’s lap. She took his messy flaccid cock into her mouth. She shuddered at the taste… it was so familiar now. The pungent odor of him was almost comforting with how used to it she was. She swallowed, wiping a tear off her cheek, then looked down to see what was left. She licked his balls, pelvic and thigh areas clean and finally sat up once finished like the good whore mother she was. Jack got fully dressed then and sat back onto the bed to put on his old boots. They used to belong to his father.

“Sell the cow,” Mrs Hoff said, almost out of the blue. Jack looked to her with a frown, then out to the murky window at the frail silhouette of their so called dairy cow. “She’s stopped giving milk,” the woman explained. She felt a twinge of shared sadness with it.

“I guess I do only need one cow around here,” Jack said with a grin.

“Jack!” his mother snapped, actually offended by the name calling. This didn’t deter her son. He walked up to her and leaned down and gently took hold of the woman’s sticky chin.

“You’re my cow, mom,” he told her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “And I’m your bull.” The woman blinked at her son and swallowed, still tasting the film of him inside her mouth. She hated that her son’s words turned her on so much, feeling the flush in her cheeks. Jack smiled and headed out the door, leaving his mother alone in the shack that smelled profoundly of his stale seed.