Sam got up and slumped to the bathroom, deciding that was maybe the best thing to do. He walks down the hallway and into the bathroom, and closes the door. He turns, sighing as he looks at his disheveled appearance looking back at himself in the mirror, a thick crusty cum coating his face and neck. His stomach is a bit bloated by her cum, making him turn slowly as he goes to get a towel and wash himself a little.
He wets the towel in the sink and sits down on the toilet, sighing again as he rubs the towel over his face. Although horrified with what just happened, he was quite amazed that someone could cum this much. It's crazy he thinks to himself. He rubs his swollen belly a little, belching and tasting the nasty cum again.
He is taken from his thoughts as he hears the door start to open. He gets out a "Occu...." before in steps his massive mother again. She is still completely naked, her still cum dripping cock sways back and forth as she enters.
"It's okay Sammy I just need to pee real quick, can you move?"
Sam frowns a little pointing to the tub lazily, "Can't you just...you know?" He says assuming she would get the hint and just pee in the tub rather than bother him while he is decompressing from what just happened. Unfortunately for him, Helen takes a completely different hint from it, an assumption that would not be good for Sam.
"Oh Sammy, well aren't you the little helper today~" says Helen as she continues towards Sam. Sam looks at her with a confused look, that turns to one of fear as she grabs her cock and aims it at his mouth again. Sam goes to try and say something, but Helen closes the gap too fast slamming her soft cock balls deep into his mouth and throat again. He writhes a bit in panic, his head slammed against the toilet topper behind him, as she tilts her head back and starts to sigh. On the way in, her fat tip being soft did not stop it from being a little too big for his mouth. Her musky cocks taste tortures his senses once more, her fat tip slamming past the entrance of his throat and making him gag a little around her musky meat.
Tears stream down Sam's face as he soon feels a strong burning hot yellow stream of rancid piss blast down his throat. It's like someone turned on the firehose, her stream flooding straight down his throat as he is forced to gulp it down, some of it coming out of his nose in drops as he struggles to swallow it all down. His stomach bloats out just a little more, his whimpers barely audible over the waterfall of fluid being rammed down his neck. It goes on for a good 8-10 minutes, a never ending deluge of her morning piss, all forced down a hapless man's throat.
Her stream starts to die down finally after all that time, but he is worried again as he feels her cock start to grow hard again in his mouth.
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