I couldn't help oozing cream all around my son's groping fingers, and when he slipped a finger into my wet hole and started pumping me I nearly cried out.

"We can't, baby, we can't," I whimpered.

"Yes, we can," he insisted. "I can't stand it anymore. It drives me crazy knowing you're just across the hall from me trying to cum just like me, and I know you want more just as much as I do."

"Fuck," I muttered, but it got lost in an explosion of fireworks.

There was a flurry of explosions that went on for the next couple of minutes, and Jacob kept pumping his finger in...