Someone was at the door

"You've been working on your vocalizations I hear," said Kent's mother, leaning on the doorframe to his bedroom. He hadn't bothered to close the door and despite how exposed he was he didn't feel embarrassed, and neither did she. Why would they be? Masturbation was normal and natural. Everybody did it.

"Oh you don't have to, mom," Kent said, automatically stepping back as his mother entered the room then picked up a mostly clean towel off his otherwise bare dresser. She bent down in front of him and began mopping up his cum from the floor, Kent swallowing as he oversaw her divine figure, though much of her curves were tantalisingly hidden underneath her thin, pink silk nightgown.

"I'm actually going to miss cleaning up after you," she sighed, her back and ass still to him, hips swaying slightly as she wiped. "You cum so much..." She took a little longer than was necessary, knowing that it probably was going to be the last time for a long time she would need to 'clean his room' again now that Kent was heading to college.

"Mom I'm only going to be like... five hours away," he told her as she finally stood. "I'll try to come back on weekends and stuff."

"Try to?" she gasped, turning around dramatically, her expression matching. Kent pursed his lips and swallowed.

"Well it's meant to be a pretty intense program I'm joining so..."

"So nothing. Visit every weekend. Got it Kenny?" his mother demanded sternly.

"Okay okay!" he said, raising his hands defensively, his cum dripping down one of his wrists. The woman eyed her son's sticky hand and gripped the towel just a bit tighter. After tonight he was going to be out of the house... she wouldn't need to make him breakfast or pack him lunch or cook him dinner any more... she felt her heart trembling slightly, cursing his inborn talents for a moment before feeling herself swell with pride remembering the scholarship he had earned. Her son was finally growing up and not only that... he was going to be star.