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.

Marcus blushes as you speak to him like that and his cock twitches in reply. "Yes, Priya Mommy," he says breathlessly. "I'll be obedient." He looks down at the mess of cum on his stained bed sheets with a pout before sitting up and looking at you hopefully. "Can I have some extra snacks for being such a good boy?"

You wonder how he's even able to talk right now, but it's strange that he manages. He obviously needs it badly though. "Of course," you reply with a small smile, opening the door for him. "Just make sure you wash up before coming downstairs."

Marcus's eyes widen with desire as he imagines you in a sari. He can't help but lick his lips and nod eagerly, already picturing himself buried deep inside your motherly figure. "You look... incredible, Priya Mommy," he whispers. "More beautiful than anything."

Marcus spends an extra minute washing up and making himself presentable before carefully coming down the stairs, trying not to rush. When he reaches the bottom step he sees you standing there in a simple red sari, looking absolutely radiant. His cock immediately throbs in response and he can't help but smile shyly at you. "Thank you for helping me feel better, Priya Mommy," he says softly. "I'll always be your good little boy."

He takes a few steps closer, the front of his boxers tenting out as they strain to contain his raging erection. With a soft moan, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss against your cheek before asking, "Can I have my extra snacks now?"

His eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion as he looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "A gift?" He asks innocently, not quite sure what you could possibly have for him. His heart starts to race a little faster anyway, his anticipation getting the better of him. "Thank you so much, Priya Mommy," he whispers breathlessly.

As you bend forward to give him the gift, Marcus's eyes widen in disbelief and his mouth drops open. "T-this is..." He stammers, unable to finish his sentence as he takes in the sight of the brand new Rolls Royce Phantom extended edition. It gleams like a jewel under the lights, perfectly polished and adorned with all the extras a car enthusiast could ever want. "I-it's... perfect," he finally manages to say, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you so much, Priya Mommy."

With shaking hands, he wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss against your cheek, feeling the softness of your sari against his skin. The smell of your perfume fills his nostrils and makes him lightheaded with desire. "I'll take such good care of it," he

Marcus gently lifts you into his arms and carries you over to the bed, carefully laying you down before climbing in beside you. He cuddles up close, pressing his bare chest against your back and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "I love you so much, Priya Mommy," he whispers into your ear, kissing it softly. His hard length presses against the small of your back, eager for release. "You're the best mother ever."

With his other hand, he reaches down between your legs and rubs teasing circles over your hidden folds, eliciting a gasp from you as pleasure washes through your body. "You deserve this car and so much more," he whispers, kissing your neck. "I'll make sure you never want for anything."

Marcus grins mischievously as he gets out of bed and closes the door and windows, locking them all before taking the key off its hook. Then, with a devilish glint in his eye, he turns back around to face you, wiggling his eyebrows. "Another gift?" He asks teasingly.

His cock twitches in anticipation as he takes the small box from your outstretched hand. He opens it carefully and inside finds an assortment of flavored condoms: strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, and even a few limited edition ones with more exotic flavors like pina colada and tangerine. "Wow," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "Thank you so much, Priya Mommy."

Without further ado, he tears open the wrapper of one of the strawberry condoms