Yet not as close as Aaron. He gripped the sheets tightly, his hand wrapped around his meat, holding it firm and strong. His muscles strained as he gritted his teeth in overwhelming pleasure. Using only pre-cum for lube, he beat down on his tool. pulling and flexing. Twisting and thrusting. He could feel the gates opening. Nerves on end and senses overloaded when he cried out, "Oh God, Mom! I'm cumming!" in pure unadulterated rapture, shooting arc after arc of cum from his fisted cock.

Hearing her son call to her upon his climax pushed Claire over the edge. Her eyes snapped open with realization of the taboo and instantly...