Groaning and grunting, Jimmy pounded away on his prick. Another quicksilver dose squirted out each time his fist pumped down to the root. His cock lurched and a load of cum rocketed up past his contorted face. His fist slammed down and more jism hosed out.

Virginia was whimpering at the sight. She had never seen so much fuck-juice spurt out of a single prick on one ejaculation. His balls seemed bottomless, his vitality endless.

Moaning, Jimmy slumped back in the chair. The pumping actions of his fist became erratic and the jism jets shot out with reduced force. The cum was no longer shooting towards the ceiling, but was squirting out in a looping trajectory, splashing around his feet.

The final spurt of cum shot out. Jimmy kept on stroking, milking the last drops out in a trickle. They slid down his cock and onto his balls. He grimaced and shook his head as if stunned by his massive unloading. His head tilted and he looked down at his prick. Cum was no longer shooting out, but that mighty prick was still standing rampant in his hand and his emptied balls were already starting to fill up again. Jimmy grinned, satisfied. He had gotten so turned on by his mother's exhibition that there was no way he was going to be satiated by draining his balls a single time.

His belly and thighs were all lathered with cum, shimmering as the stuff congealed on his flesh. His cock and balls were drenched, as well. He shook his prick, as if testing it for tension. At the first shake, his cockrod snapped like a whip. Then it tightened into a rock-hard rod again.

Jimmy pulled his hand up and squeezed his cockshaft, just under the knob, coaxing a glob of cum out. Then he began to pump up and down again, starting a second frigging without ever removing his fist from his cockmeat.

His eyes closed. He was thinking about his mother again. Then he opened his eyes, and he was looking at his mother!