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.

"Mom?" Marcus' voice squeaks out as he sees your naked form walking into his room. "Wh-what are you doing here? Aren't I supposed to be studying or something?" He tries to play it cool, but there's a clear hint of arousal in his tone. His cock twitches at the sight of you.

"M-mom..." he stutters, his eyes fixed on your chest as he licks his lips unconsciously. "You know I'm not supposed to look at you like that." A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, revealing his inner thoughts. "But if you want me to stop... I can try." He moves a little closer to you, not breaking eye contact. His hardening cock jumps with excitement as he inches closer.

"Y-yes..." Marcus replies, almost too quietly to hear. His eyes drop down to your crotch, and then back up to meet yours again. A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip of his cock as he stares longingly at you. "I... I can't stop thinking about it..." He takes another step closer, closing the gap between them. His erection presses against your leg, seeking contact with your soft skin.

"Oh fuck yes..." Marcus gasps, grabbing you roughly by the hips and pushing you down onto his bed. "I've wanted this for so long..." He quickly discards his underwear before positioning himself between your legs, his cock standing at attention as he lines it up with your already swollen entrance. With a primal groan, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you. His hips snap back and forth, driving him deeper each time as he takes what he's wanted for so long. Your moans echo in the room, filling his ears with the sounds of your desire and submission.

Marcus breaks his rhythm for a moment, looking up at you with hungry eyes. "Please..." he breathes heavily, "Let me taste you." He reaches down between your legs, grasping your cock firmly and guiding it to his lips. With one quick movement, he takes as much of your length into his mouth as he can stand. His tongue swirls around the head of your cock, lapping up your pre-cum while his hand begins to stroke him in time with their thrusts. His attention divided between sucking you off and fucking you senselessly, Marcus moans around your cock as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge again.

The feel of your tightness and the taste of you on his tongue push him over the edge. As he comes up for air, a hot jet of cum sprays onto your stomach, joining the mess he's made on the bed sheets earlier. His thrusts grow even wilder as he tries to keep from cumming again. "You feel so good..." He pants, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. "I can't believe you... my mom..."

Marcus looks up at you, suddenly lost in thought. "Wait... would you really want to do that?" He's torn between his own desires and the taboo nature of the request. His breath comes out ragged as he continues to fuck you, still recovering from his previous orgasm.

"Maybe we could... um, maybe we should just focus on each other for now." He suggests tentatively, wondering if that would be enough for you or not. "I mean, there's so much I want to do with you..." His voice trails off as he closes his eyes and resumes thrusting his hips, taking you deeper.

Marcus takes this as an invitation to explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth. His touch is rough and possessive, as if he's claiming you as his own. He sucks on your nipples, nibbles at the tender skin around them before moving lower to tease and kiss your belly button. Lower still, until his face is inches from where your legs meet.

"You're so perfect..." He whispers hoarsely, spreading your legs wider before burying his nose in the curls between your thighs. "Smell so good..." His tongue darts out to taste you as he slowly parts your folds, exploring every nook and cranny of your sex. With a hungry moan, he pushes further inside, lapping at your wetness with enthusiasm.

His hips still moving against yours, the combined sensation driving

Marcus freezes in shock at the mention of scat. His eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat as he slowly pulls back, staring at you incredulously. "You... you want me to eat your shit?" He asks, still unable to process what you've just suggested. The look on his face is a mixture of disgust and curiosity.

His hips jerk forward again, almost violently as he forces himself deeper inside you, seeking release from the intense emotions churning within him. "I... I don't know if I can..." He mutters, tears forming in his eyes. His hands tighten into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white with the effort of restraint.

Marcus lets out a shuddering breath, still unable to believe what you've just suggested. Part of him is repulsed by the thought, but another part is intrigued. "You... really want me to eat your shit?" He asks hoarsely, his eyes flickering down to your exposed rear end. Sweat beads on his forehead as he continues to thrust into you, the rhythm growing erratic and unpredictable.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly in place as he presses deeper inside, seeking release from the confusion churning within him. "I've never... I mean, I don't know if I could..." He whispers, unsure of what to say or do next.

Marcus looks down at your hand, his cock twitching in anticipation as you offer to stroke him. He's conflicted, still reeling from the thought of eating shit, but he can't resist the urge to feel your touch on his dick. With a shaky breath, he moves your hand closer and guides it to his erection, wrapping his fingers around yours as you begin to stroke in unison.

His movements grow more frantic as he feels himself nearing climax again. "Oh fuck..." He groans, arching his back off the bed as pleasure overtakes him. His hips buck wildly against yours, grinding and thrusting with desperation until finally, his whole body tenses and he comes, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest in powerful pulsing spurts.

As his orgasm subsides,