David nearly passed out right when he held onto a chair for support. His head felt like it was ripping apart. The room was spinning and his vision was fading, but just as soon as it started it stopped. David stood up right and looked at his mother's large cock dead on. "I'll take care of it, don't worry about it!" David found himself saying. He placed his hand on his mouth realizing what he just offered to do, but he couldn't find a way to stop himself. He pulled the chair close to Denise and placed the bucket in front of her.
David screamed in his mind to stop, but on the outside he looked like he was accustomed to doing this. With one hand he started off slowly massaging her engorged member. Denise started biting her lips and her eyes became very unfocused. It almost was too much for her, her leg stomped a few times and she tried to hold herself back. David started to pick up his pace, now using both hands to jerk her off. With it sandwiched between his hands he squeezed it as hard as possible and rubbed back and forth.
"Almost....almost..." Denise said, her voice going higher due to the immense pleasure. She ran one hand across David's head indicating she was about to blow her load. Through quick instinct David aimed the cock so she would ejaculate inside the bucket. The redness in her face faded and she let out a deep breath. "Thank you sweetie..." Then, she grabbed her mop and cleaned up around where ever her semen spilled over.
David sat up, barely able to comprehend what he had just done. He felt like crying, but at the same time a calm was washing over him. He knew how restless she could be if she didn't get rubbed off at least twice a day, and considering how much she cooks and cleans that's the least he could do. He washed his hands off in the sink, but still, in the back of his mind he knew what was happening.
