Jason jumped off his chair and rushed around the table to help his mom clean the dishes; he didn't want to be far from her at the moment, not thinking but just feeling that he needed to be physically close to his mommy. He pressed himself up against Deborah, his groin close to her hip. Deborah turned to her son, a questioning eyebrow arched and a smirk on her lips. "You want something baby?" She asked breathily, her pink lips parted.
Jason still couldn't believe that those same soft pouting lips had been lovingly wrapped around his c**k mere moments ago. His mom had his c*m in her tummy. She probably could still taste him on those soft pillows of lips.
Realizing his mother had asked him a question, Jason shook his head to remember what she had said. "Ummmmmm... do you need some help with
