The time she spent away from his cock was growing shorter and shorter. It wasn't long before she abandoned the pretense of the massage entirely. She had her left palm placed flat against his abdomen while her right hand began to earnestly stroke him. She pumped faster and faster, feeling the moment when he tensed. His fingers clawed into her bare thigh. She squeezed hard onto his cock and he began to gush. She held her hand still as he spewed like a geyser. She felt each pulse, her eyebrows flicking up, impressed by his volume. She watched him. Her son was trembling now. Her left hand began to move...