Time slowly passed by. It was winter and the days were short. It was already starting to get dark.
'My husband is still waiting outside...'
'Should I help him?'
'Using my hand wouldn't cross any personal boundaries, right?'
"Well... okay, I'll help you when we get home."
My mother didn't seem entirely willing, but she wanted to resolve this as quickly as possible.
As long as he can ejaculate, there won't be any problem, and I won't have to help him again...
With this in mind, my mother seemed to relax.
"Can we do it now, mom? I'm in so much pain..."
Going home wasn't my goal. I was stubbornly insisting on getting my mother's help.
"No, your father is waiting outside. We'll talk about this at home."
My mother didn't hesitate before refusing.
"It will be quick, mom."
Whether my mother agreed or not wasn't important to me. I stood up, pulled off my pants, and revealed a massive hard cock which was harder than ever before.
"Mom, look, it might be swollen. It's a lot bigger than before. If I don't release soon, I'm going to be in so much pain..."
I pointed at myself, a standing 18cm long, 4cm wide cock, pointing at a 45-degree angle towards my mother, proving how strong this thick and long cock was.
"Ah! Put your clothes back on quickly..."
"My mother instinctively covered her eyes with her hands. Without hesitation, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, guiding her to sit on a chair.
"Mom, please, it will be quick..." I pleaded.
Using my fingers, I tapped my swollen cock on my mother's arm, smearing the excited fluid releasing from the urethral opening onto her black teacher's coat.
"Why are you so disobedient? You..." my mother began scolding me, but her gaze shifted involuntarily towards the large cock that caught her peripheral vision.
Sitting on the chair, my mother found herself facing my crotch. When she saw my even more impressive and intimidating cock, her words got stuck, and her face was filled with disbelief.
'It's even bigger than before, it's terrifying... If something like that were to penetrate, it could kill someone...' she thought.
My mother, seemingly under a spell, couldn't take her eyes off the close proximity of the large dark cock in front of her. Taking advantage of her distraction, I grabbed my mother's hand and placed it on my own dick.
"I didn't lie, Mom. It's bigger, and it's definitely swollen," I said.
By the time my mother regained her senses, she was already gripping the dark cock in front of her. It was so thick that she could barely hold it with her hand. It was even longer than before, as rigid as holding a steel pipe.
The intense heat made my mother's face blush. Although she had touched it several times before, she couldn't get used to it as a modest mother should.
"Son, let's continue at home," my mother reluctantly suggested.
"Keep going, Mom. We've already started," I insisted.
After a brief standoff between me and my mother, she realized she couldn't resist and gave in.
With her watery eyes, my mother gave me a stern glance, and her soft and delicate hand finally began to stroke the large cock in her grasp.
Originally intending to intimidate me as a mother, she didn't realize how alluring that one glance was, irresistible to any man.
"Mom, use both hands," I instructed.
Standing in front of my mother, watching her stroke me, I couldn't help but revel in the moment. My thick, red glans was right in front of my mother's pretty face, and the dominance of this position filled me with a sense of conquest.
"I've been spoiling you too much!" my mother reprimanded me helplessly. She knew that at this point, there was no stopping me from venting my frustration. Reluctantly, she took both hands and started stroking the cock in front of her.
"Hehe, thank you, Mom!" I chuckled. My mother gave me another stern look and lowered her head, focusing on stroking the enormous manhood in her hands.
The thick cock in her grip was incredibly thick. Each touch evoked a peculiar impulse within my mother, and the intertwined, sturdy veins added a sense of wildness to the large member. It created a rough beauty when paired with its impressive girth.
As she continued to stroke it, my mother's heart began to flutter. Ripples of desire washed over her, eventually converging into a stream that flowed towards her secret place.
Her panties grew damp once again. My mother was both frightened and aroused by her body's response. The wetter she became, the more she longed for it, even though the object of her desire wasn't her husband.
To distract herself, my mother immersed herself in the stroking motion, hoping to divert her attention. As she felt the increasing proficiency of her hands, the pleasurable sensations intensified. Occasionally, my cock, which hadn't been touched in a month, twitched, expressing its excitement.
Time ticked away, and as the sky grew dark, I showed no signs of climaxing. My mother became impatient. "Why aren't you there yet?" she asked, her confusion evident. Normally, it would have happened by now, but there was no indication of impending release.
"It will happen soon, Mom. Keep going," I reassured her, closing my eyes. In reality, I was restraining myself. I had other plans for tonight that went beyond my mother's hands alone.
My mother continued for a few more minutes, but with the nightfall, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you doing this on purpose?" she asked impatiently.
"No, Mom. It might be uncomfortable standing up," I quickly explained.
"Your father is waiting outside," she reminded me, growing anxious. While it would have been fine under normal circumstances, my father was waiting downstairs. My mother just wanted to finish quickly.
"Maybe we can use your mouth. It will be fast," I suggested tentatively.
"What?" she responded.
"Using your mouth," I repeated.
"No!" my mother snapped, anger flaring up at the idea.
"It will be quick, Mom," I persisted, taking a step forward and getting closer to my mother. My red hot glans almost touched her lips.
Instinctively, my mother leaned back, trying to avoid it. I held her head and forced my glans against her soft lips.
Frantically, my mother pushed against my abdomen with one hand, while the other moved the cock to the side of her face. Her eyes, filled with embarrassment and anger, stared at me, as if she were about to say something. Suddenly, the phone rang...