She looked remarkably calm as she watched me getting off and there was a small smile on her lips as I huffed and puffed away like a roller skating hippopotamus. The shame and embarrassment had faded to leave me glowing all over with fireworks going off inside my head as I reached for my climax. In my left hand was the porn mag which flopped all over as I kept looking at MILF Marge taking one up the Khyber Pass for the team. My legs were beginning to feel like jelly as I closed my eyes feeling that special tingle between my asshole and balls. "Uhhhhhhhh uh uh HUH!" I teens mumbled as I tried to stay on my feet, hold the porn mag, and stroke out a load all at the same time. There was no way I could keep this coordination going for long when I came. My right hand was a blur now. The only thing that mattered was dropping the big one. It didn't matter that my own Mother was watching me do it or that I had to squirt my spunk into that stupid plastic beaker. The seconds passed. Time became a nonsense. My throbbing cock was the center of the Universe and I was as happy as Larry for I was about to pop big time. "Going to cum, Mom," I wheezed as I dropped the mag onto the floor and concentrated on the sensations flowing through me. Fantastic. Amazing. I gave a sudden jerk as my balls contracted in their pouch then let go. I teen gasped as everything went white around me and all I could feel was the constant throbbing pulse of each copious, thick, musky spasm as the head of my cock exploded in streams of spunk that seemed to be never-ending and an experience that I never wanted to stop. Somewhere in my delirium, I swear I heard someone say "Oh, my God!" as I slumped back and plopped down onto the toilet seat gasping like a fish out of water. Minutes that felt like hours passed and I slowly came down from my climax. I opened one eye and gasped out loud. There was Mom with my still reasonably hard cock in her right hand and she was milking the last drops of spunk from Brunette the end of my thing which she had jammed into the opening of the measuring 18 yo beaker. I didn't say anything but watched her as she made sure she got every single last drop from my tingling balls. Once she was done, she sat back and held the container up to the light. It looked about half full and I heard her whispering to herself as she got to her feet. Looking down at me, she stared at my deflating organ and I saw her shake her head before leaving the bathroom to go downstairs. I lay there for a moment wondering what to do next. That had been so totally and thrillingly awesome in every way. With a huge effort, I got to my feet and went to the sink. Running the cold tap, I splashed water on my sweat covered face and stared at myself in the mirror. What the hell had just happened? I took a hand flannel, soaked young it, and washed all around my crotch, dick, balls, and backside before drying myself off. "Maybe! He treated me like shit until I couldn't take it anymore……… I was like you… I wouldn’t let anyone in……… Then you were always nice to me……… Brunette made me feel special……… and let’s face it, we are great in bed together……… And I don’t care what anyone says, sex is a huge part of a relationship……. Once outside she turned to the first trash can and deposited them inside. She needed sex. We teen can"t sleep young with you," Mike said sarcastically. She hooked her arm with mine. A pathetic little whelp like him? “Ah,” I replied moving slowly around the cabin. ‘Your teens name? Carsina worked 18 yo her pussy up and down my shaft.