"Not as many as you might think," I said, returning her smile as she jerked me off. "Uhng... You look so f*****g hot right now, Mom," I blurted out.
"Thank you, Son," she said, smiling even broader. "That makes me happier than I think you realize to hear."
My mind was muddy with arousal, but I still realized there was some significance to those words. There was also the way she kept calling me "Son", like she wanted to remind me, or perhaps herself, of our relation to each other.
Mom only needed to slide her hands up and down my shaft for a few more strokes before I could feel myself getting close to coming.
"M-mom," I tried to warn her. But it was too late and I came with a groan, squirting semen right at her face.
I opened my eyes to find drops of white, translucent fluid running do
