Dylan's heart raced as he watched his mother, now easily towering over him. The idea of her using the gun scared him, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement at the possibility. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He had never seen her like this before, so powerful and confident. It was both terrifying and arousing.
As she placed her hand on his crotch, Dylan's body betrayed him. He let out a small moan, unable to control his physical response. She must have noticed it, because she smiled down at him, her face flushed with arousal. "That's it, sweetie," she whispered. "Let Mommy have some fun."
Her hand wrapped around him, squeezing gently at first and then more firmly as she began to stroke him. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth spread through his body, overwhelmed by sensations. Her touch was so gentle, so knowing, that he couldn't help but trust her completely. He arched his back, thrusting into her hand as she expertly brought him closer and closer to climax.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let it all out for Mommy." She moved her hand faster, her fingers digging deeper, her other hand still wrapped around the gun, the cold metal a strange but arousing contrast against his skin. He felt a sharp tug, and the gun was gone, clattering to the floor. She didn't seem to notice or care, consumed as she was by her own pleasure and the intense focus on him.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he neared the peak. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how right. He had never imagined that his own mother could make him feel this way. It was wrong, it was taboo, but he couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of rightness in this moment. As his orgasm crested, he arched his back and cried out, his body shuddering with release.
Helen smiled down at her son, her chest heaving as she watched the aftermath of his orgasm play out across his features. She couldn't help but feel a rush of power and satisfaction at the knowledge that she had brought him this much pleasure. She gently stroked his cheek, her fingers trembling slightly from the force of her own arousal. "There, there," she whispered, her voice still husky. "It's all right. Mommy's got you."
Dylan's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her, his face still flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. " love big mommy," he managed to say, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
Helen smiled down at him, her gaze softening. "I love you too, sweetie," she said, kissing his forehead gently. "And you're right. Big Mommy is very big." She chuckled, her hand still resting on his cheek. As she did, she noticed that the tip of her index finger was wet with his juices. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked on it slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
Inside his mind, still recovering from the high Dylan wondered what Mommy would do next.
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