No. Take the blue balls and think about what happened here.

Fuck. You can’t. As great as Celina’s hands feel wrapped around your dick, you shake your head “no” and are **** to feel the agony of her removing herself from you, even closing the gap of cleavage in her robe and frowning disapprovingly.

“Wow you’re even more worthless than I thought,” she says, and you start to remember what a bitch Celina is. She would have made a cruel goddess.

“Get back to your room then, loser,” she says, and she doesn’t have to say it twice. Once behind the safety of your own four walls, you open up a towel on your bed and nut immediately, draining all that hot semen from your balls onto the towel. You imagine it as your mom’s face, slurping up your cum like a submissive whore.

In your post nut clarity, you see it more closely than ever. That’s what you need, to teach your mom a lesson. To show her that you’re a real man and she should be begging you to taste your cock, not the other way around.

On the other hand, as soon as your balls refill with cum, and you can feel that already start to happen, you’ll turn into the same weak puddle in front of her, begging for a taste of her sweet pussy and a peak at her breasts and this could happen all over again. You’d be better off going at this indirectly, finding some true alpha to teach your mom a lesson. Maybe one of those meatheads from school?