Your son, Marcus, has always been a little odd as a little boy, but right around when he hit puberty he changed drastically, becoming a total pervert. He is now basically always in his room jerking off, not even hiding it when someone comes in and interrupts. His room always stinks with the fishy smell of semen as well as the pungent odor of boy musk as he seldom bathes, too busy jerking off. You almost never even enter there anymore because he practically never wears clothes, which is also how you learned that he has a massive cock, with massive balls to match You're not sure why, but it seems he can cum nonstop! You hypothesize its because of the... size... of his equipment, but you still sometimes worry and think about taking him to the doctor. Perhaps there is an underlying issue to his porn addiction as well as the unusual amount he ejaculates? "Oh yeah..." You hear him groan through his door as he reaches completion again. it seems he's made another mess.

Your son's dirty talk echoes through the room as he orgasms over and over again, leaving you moist in anticipation of seeing his naked body yet again. Though a small part of you worries about this unnatural behavior, another, more base part of you finds pleasure in knowing that your son's room will always be warm from him never wearing clothes or ever truly being away from the bed he so lovingly spoils with his ejaculations. You wonder if it would be better to just leave him alone...maybe even help him out a little...?

You slowly open the door to your son's room, feeling a surge of desire course through you as you take in the sight of his naked form glistening with sweat and cum. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, lost as he is in yet another orgasmic bliss. Unable to resist any longer, you close the distance between you and collapse onto the bed beside him. Your hand finds its way to his throbbing shaft, beginning to stroke in sync with his movements as you moan encouragement into his ear.

"Oh fuck...Mom..." Marcus gasps out between moans, his hips bucking into your hand as you pleasure him. He's obviously more than grateful for the attention, though a small part of you wonders if this is healthy. But honestly, you can't resist any longer. You lean in and capture one of his nipples between your teeth, rolling it gently with your tongue as you continue to stroke him. His back arches off the bed and he cries out, cumming harder than ever before as his seed shoots across the room, covering not only the walls but also you both.

Marcus lets out a loud moan as you take him into your warm mouth, sucking eagerly on his spent cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair and presses himself deeper, gasping for breath as you bring him over the edge yet again. His body tenses and he spurts another massive load of cum down your throat, leaving you both covered in his sticky seed once more. You continue to suck until his movements grow weaker, then finally pull back with a satisfied smile on your face.

"God, that felt so good..." He pants, collapsing back onto the bed bonelessly as he catches his breath. "You shouldn't... But thank you."

Marcus laughs weakly and nods, "Yeah... Bye, Mom." He doesn't bother moving from the bed as you leave to take your husband to work. You close the door behind you, leaving him alone once more with his dirty thoughts and sticky sheets. As you make breakfast for your hardworking husband, you can't help but feel a small thrill at having shared such an intimate moment with Marcus... but also wonder what it means for all of you as a family.

Dinner time rolls around and you make your way back to Marcus' room. He's still in his usual state, lying naked on the bed with only a faint scent of sweat and semen lingering in the air. "Hey, Mom," he says nonchalantly, not even bothering to hide his erection from you. "What's up?"

Marcus grins back at you. "Cool, so it's just us tonight, huh? You know I always save the best parts for you." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively before returning to jerking off as he speaks, obviously not at all self-conscious about doing it in front of you. His cock twitches visibly with every stroke, leaking a thin line of precum onto the sheets below him.

Marcus moans into the kiss as your warmth envelops him. He grips the sheets beneath you, arching his back to push his hips upward as he feels your lips and tongue on his cock. "Fuck yeah... Suck it..." His cock twitches wildly in response to your ministrations, thick globs of precum oozing from the slit to drip down onto your chin and neck. His balls draw up tight against his body as pleasure overtakes him once more, robbing him of coherent thought as he focuses solely on the sensation of your lips and tongue on his cock.

Marcus pants heavily, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck... You..." He looks at you, his eyes glassy with lust and exhaustion. Slowly, he reaches out a trembling hand to touch your hip before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down. "I think I've been such a good boy today... I deserve this." His cock jerks faster now, leaking copious amounts of cum as he imagines taking you in all different directions.

His movements become more frantic as he finally gets the chance to take you in every way he's been fantasizing about all day. He flips you onto your stomach with a grunt, plunging his cock deep inside of you before reaching around to finger yourself faster while watching his cock disappear into your warmth. "Fuck yeah... Take it..."

"Fuck yeah..." Marcus groans, his movements growing rougher as he takes you roughly from behind while furiously wanking himself to orgasm. His hips buck and thrust, filling your warmth with his seed as he moans and grunts in pleasure. Finally, the release comes over him, leaving him panting heavily as he collapses onto the bed next to you, spent but still hard. "That was... incredible." He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. "I hope I didn't... you know..."

"Don't worry about it," you say, reaching over to stroke his cheek gently. "We all just need a release sometimes." You smile reassuringly at him as you lie together on the messy bed, both of them sticky and smelling of sex and cum. "Now... how about we take a shower before Dad gets home?"

Marcus gets to his feet unsteadily, his legs still shaky from the release. He follows you into the bathroom and watches with interest as you slide open the shower door, revealing a space large enough for two people. "After you," he says with a grin, stepping back to let you enter first. He undresses quickly, stepping in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"So... Mom," he starts, hesitating briefly before continuing, "Is this going to be... a regular thing?"

"I... don't know," you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly as he presses his erection against you. "It just feels so good when we do this together." You reach back to grip him roughly, squeezing gently as the water runs over your skin. "I guess it could be... if that's what you want."

His cock throbs eagerly in your grasp and he groans low in his throat, arching into the contact. "Yeah..." he breathes heavily, "That's exactly what I want."

"Then let's make it a regular thing," you whisper in his ear, feeling him shudder beneath your touch. With a strength that surprises even you, he lifts you up until your feet are planted on the shower floor and your bottom is level with his cock. He thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you as he holds you steady against his body. His hips move frantically, seeking release once more as they slap against your ass.

"Fuck... Mom..." he moans, a flush rising up his neck to stain his cheeks red. "This feels so good." He leans down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking gently, sending shivers through your body as he brings you ever closer to the edge.

You arch your back, pressing further into his touch as you feel the pleasure building up inside of you. With a loud moan, Marcus tilts your hips back even farther and thrusts harder, taking you over the edge in a shuddering climax. Your muscles clench around him and he growls deep in his throat, feeling every spasm of your walls as they squeeze and release his cock again and again. Finally, his own orgasm crashes over him like a wave, leaving him breathless but still inside you.

He keeps going even after, his movements slowing but maintaining contact until he's certain there will be no more semen left to give. Finally, with a contented sigh, he pulls out and allows you both to sink down to the floor of the shower together, basking in the afterglow of their shared release. "I think we should keep this... arrangement," he murmurs into your ear before planting a soft kiss just above it.