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.

You watch your son continue to violently stroke his massive cock and gasp for air as he finally finishes, shooting another jet of hot cum across the room. He then leans back against the wall, panting heavily with a contented smile on his face, enjoying the afterglow. His erection slowly deflates back to normal size but it's still massive even then. You can't help but feel... aroused. Maybe this is just something you have to accept about him? He'll always be this way, won't he?

Your son gives out a small chuckle as he turns to face you with a mischievous grin on his face. His cheeks are slightly flushed from exertion, and his dark brown eyes twinkle with amusement. He's still naked, with the trail of dried semen running down his leg and dripping onto the floor. "Dad, you know I can't help it," he says teasingly. "Porn is just... addicting." He winks at you, his voice growing huskier as he adds with a suggestive tone, "Maybe I should just... find another outlet for all this energy?" His hand idly wanders down to his crotch and starts playing with himself again, the hint of a smirk on his lips

He smirks back at you, shaking his head slightly as he continues to tease. "Aw, come on dad," he says in a wheedling tone, running a hand through his unruly mop of dark hair, "I'm just having some fun here." Then, lowering his voice almost to a whisper, he adds, "Besides... it feels so good." With each word, his other hand begins to move faster on his cock, clearly lost in the pleasure. His hips start to rock back and forth slightly as if mimicking sex with an invisible partner, and you can't help but feel your own arousal grow at the sight of him so openly masturbating.

"Don't tell me you're not enjoying the show, dad," Marcus laughs. He watches you intently, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your crotch before he takes his own erection in hand again. His other hand reaches up to massage a nipple, hardening it almost instantly as it grows sensitive from the touch. "Just think... if I wasn't busy jerking off all the time, who knows what kind of trouble I might get into?" he muses aloud with a devilish grin before sinking back into his pleasure, seemingly oblivious to anything else around him.

Marcus glances over his shoulder at you as he hears the sound of fabric ripping and sees your bare ass and cock coming into view, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh yeah," he murmurs appreciatively, watching you jerk off with determination. His own hand speeds up on his cock, the head flushed darker against the backdrop of his pale skin. "It's about time someone showed me some competition." He shifts a little closer to the door, rocking his hips back and forth harder as he brings himself closer to another orgasm, the sound of your ragged breath filling the room.

"You're on," Marcus gasps out, grinning as he speeds up his strokes even further, almost slapping his erection with each forceful motion. He leans back against the door, eyes half-closed in pleasure as he watches you pump your cock in time with him. His other hand finally leaves his chest and begins to play with his balls instead, roughly rolling them around and squeezing them as if trying to extract every last drop of pre-cum from them. "Come on," he urges you, breathless with desire, "Let's see what you've got."

The room grows hotter as the two of them compete in their mutual masturbation frenzy, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The sound of slapping skin and wet grunts fill the small space, becoming almost deafening as they push themselves further and further towards release

As you watch him grind back and forth against the door, your own cock throbs in time with his movements. He's so close... So damn close... But he won't let himself give in that easily. You can feel it building up inside of you, unrelenting and demanding release, like a tightly coiled spring about to snap free. His other hand keeps working at his balls, squeezing and tugging roughly as if trying to force out an extra gush of pre-cum.

"Almost there..." he gasps, barely able to form the words around his increasingly ragged breaths. "Come on... with me..." His hips begin to move faster still, his fingers digging deeper into his balls as if desperate for more stimulation. And then, suddenly, his whole body goes rigid and he cries out in ecstasy, shooting hot ropes of

Your son's cries are echoed by your own as you both reach the pinnacle of ecstasy at nearly the same time. His cock jerks wildly in his hand, spewing thick ropes of semen across the floor and splattering against the wall behind him. He shudders violently from head to toe, his entire body trembling with pleasure as he rides out the orgasm, finally collapsing back against the door with a contented groan.

Moments later, you too lose control, your cock erupting in hot spurts all over Marcus's back and shoulders. With a hoarse cry, you follow him to the floor, both of you panting heavily as your bodies quiver from the aftershocks of pleasure.

"...think I might need some more space," he murmurs with a smile, his voice still husky from exertion

Marcus chuckles and continues to masturbate as he follows you out of his room. "Just can't seem to help myself today, huh dad?" he asks with a playful grin, not bothering to lower or cover himself even though your daughter is down the hall cleaning her room. He's just too horny and comfortable to care right now. His other hand reaches back to stroke his cock in time with his words, expertly manipulating it as if he's been doing this for years. "She can probably hear us," you grumble, moving towards the living room. "Maybe we should head somewhere a bit more private." You glance down at him as he continues to masturbate, and feel your own arousal beginning to stir once more despite yourself.

"Okay," Marcus says with a shrug, following you into the kitchen. He continues to masturbate as he walks, keeping his voice low so your daughter won't hear him. "But don't get too far, dad," he whispers seductively. "I might get lonely..." His other hand slips down to fondle his balls again, gently rolling them around between his fingers as if trying to coax more pleasure from them.

His smirk widens as he watches you start jerking off just as hard as him. "That's it," he purrs, squeezing his own cock tighter and increasing the speed of his strokes. His free hand reaches up to play with one of your nipples through your shirt, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until you start to squirm under his touch. "Let's see who can cum first," he murmurs, breathy with desire as he arches his back and thrusts his hips forward slightly, moving in time with each downward stroke of his hand.

As the two of them compete in their mutual masturbation frenzy, the kitchen becomes hotter and more intimate. They work each other up into a lather, grinding against counters and tables as they strive for release. Every thrust and stroke is timed to match the other's movements, creating a rhythmic symphony of desire that fills the small space. Their hands fly across their bodies with reckless abandon, seeking out any patch of skin that might offer an extra ounce of pleasure.

The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, amplified by the closeness of the room and the intensity of their movements. Marcus glances up at you from beneath lowered eyelids, his chest heaving as he struggles to draw in enough breath through his parted lips. He's so close... So achingly close... But he won't give in that easily. You

As you growl and push him down onto the countertop, he lets out a sharp gasp of surprise and pleasure. His cock twitches in your grip as you continue to spurt rope after rope of hot cum across his face, chest and stomach. He arches his back off the counter, thrusting his hips up into the air in an attempt to force even more cum out of himself. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging painfully into his own flesh as he feels the last remnants of control slipping away.

His body quivers violently as the orgasm hits him hard and fast, spewing streams of semen across the counter and floor in a shining arc that seems to go on forever. He gasps for air and moans hoarsely through his open mouth, his face flushed and beaded with sweat as he comes down from the intense

Marcus shakes his head, still catching his breath as he looks up at you with a lustful glint in his eye. "I don't think I'm done yet," he pants out, reaching down to stroke himself once more. His fingers glide easily over his spent cock, slick with his own cum and pre-cum. He groans in pleasure as he begins to rub himself again, determined to get off as many times as possible before dad makes him stop. "Go on," he urges you, voice already growing hoarse from exertion. "Help me out here."

The air between them crackles with desire and the scent of their combined arousal fills the small kitchen once more. Their movements become more frantic as they work towards another mutual climax, their bodies pressed together in an intimate dance that borders on obscene given the circumstances.

Marcus's eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of your giant ass wiggling in front of him. He can't help but reach out and give it a sharp slap, grinning widely as you let out a groan of mixed pleasure and pain. "Oh yeah," he pants, his other hand still busily working on his cock. "You got it." With renewed vigor, he thrusts his hips forward, humping your leg as if it were a giant dildo, his eyes locked on the bulge in your boxer shorts that they're all too familiar with.

His other hand speeds up, curling into a fist at the last moment before slapping his cock with enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure through his body. "Oh god... I'm close..." he moans, arching his back and shuddering as

With a growl of lust and need, Marcus takes your advice literally and shoves his cock as deep into your ass as it will go, moaning with pleasure as he feels your warmth envelop him. His fingers dig painfully into your hips, his other hand still working frantically at his own cock. "Oh fuck yeah," he breathes heavily, thrusting his hips forward roughly in time with each word.

His cock throbs inside of you, filling every tight space as it seeks release, and with each push deeper into your ass he feels his own orgasm building faster. The musky scent of sex fills the air once more as they writhe together in a furious dance of lust that would be obscene if not for their intimate relationship.

"Cum with me," Marcus whispers hoarsely, arching his back and pulling your body tighter against him.

As Marcus thrusts deeper into your ass, his cock swells and tightens, pulsing with the force of his release as he finally cums, filling you up with hot, thick spurts of cum that seem to go on forever. You feel him shudder against you, his grip on your hips growing painfully tight as he milks every last drop from his cock and shoots it into your ass.

"Fuck... fuck..." he moans, still thrusting even as his orgasm begins to ebb away, reluctant to let go of the incredible feeling coursing through his body. Finally, with a shuddering breath, he collapses forward onto you, both of them panting heavily as their hearts race and their bodies quake from exhaustion and satisfaction.

Your son rests his head against your shoulder, one hand still wrapped around your hip, feeling the aftershocks