Jacob ignored Donna’s command. Instead, he took hold and began to slowly stoke the veiny shaft of his fully erect cock, which caused additional pre-cum to bubble up from the mushroom-shaped tip. The teenager then spoke softly, “I understand it may not be proper… But Mrs. Miller, I just wanted to show you what the hormones have done to me.”
The exotic scent that flooded the cabin had intensified, and along with it, Donna’s unexplainable arousal. She could feel her blue cotton panties were saturated due to her weeping vagina. The middle-aged wife’s body now buzzed with inexplicable sensations and incredible vivacity she had not experienced for many years.
Even though Donna tried to remain firm in reprimanding the teenager, Jacob could sense the prim and proper wife’s resolve beginning to wither. Deciding to exploit her weakness further, he continued, “Mrs. Miller, I did not mean any offense. I just hoped that you, of all people, would have some sympathy for my unfortunate situation and the suffering I deal with every day.”
Without thinking, Donna turned back to face Jacob. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the horrendous beast attached to the teenager’s underdeveloped body. She noticed how small his hand appeared as it gripped onto his menacing and unnaturally large phallus. She softly replied, “Me of all people?”
Continuing to lazily stroke his aching prick, Jacob nodded and confirmed, “Yes, ma’am. Not only are you mother, but earlier today, you said you considered your purpose in life was to help people in need.”
The airborne chemicals continued to cloud Donna’s thoughts as she continued to watch Jacob casually stroke his freakishly huge genitalia. Even in the dim light, she could see the pearly beads of precum trickle down the long veiny shaft of the teenager’s monster cock.
An overwhelming sense of compassion had now replaced Donna’s initial feelings of panic and disgust. She no longer felt the inclination to turn away; instead, her motherly instincts took control. Continuing to stare, she commented softly, “I do want to help, but what can I do?”
Jacob removed his hand from his achingly hard cock and replied, “I think you know… Mrs. Miller.”
Donna felt hypnotized as she continued to gaze upon Jacob’s throbbing erection, and she knew good and well what the teenager was referring. She stammered, “I–I shouldn’t… I mean… I can’t help you… not that way. It just wouldn’t be right. Jake… I’m a married woman, for goodness sake.”
Noticing Donna’s eyes still locked onto his giant dick, Jacob pushed, “Please, Mrs. Miller! I’m in a lot of pain here, and I could really use your help.”
Donna found herself trapped between her Christian duty to help someone in need and the sinful desires of the flesh. She leaned in a little and whispered, “It looks so painful.”
Jacob nodded and replied, “Yes, ma’am… it is.” The teenager then fibbed, “Unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to… relieve myself today.”
Somehow, Donna found the once frightful sight of Jacob’s deformity now to be strangely irresistible. As if it had a mind of its own, her trembling right hand slowly reached out and took hold of the boy’s towering cock.
Donna couldn’t help but gasp when she felt how rigid and powerful the thing felt in her hand. She could feel the teenager’s vibrant pulse beneath her slender fingers. Mrs. Miller was amazed at the amount of space in the gap between her thumb and fingertips. “Oh my… goodness!” she whispered in disbelief.
Instinctively, Donna began to slowly slide her hand up and down the lubricated shaft. After hearing Jacob’s moan of approval, she looked into his eyes and said, “I guess it won’t hurt if I help you this one time. Especially since I almost got you in an accident.”
Jacob smiled and replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Miller.”
Donna then stopped and held up the index finger on her left hand and stated emphatically, “But Jake… no one… and I mean NO ONE can ever find out about this.”
Jacob quickly replied, “Yes, ma’am!”
Donna unbuckled her seat belt and shifted around to better her position. Trying to put some steel in her voice, she added, “I mean it, Jake… this HAS to stay between us. I’m only doing this for the sake of Christian charity, and we are to never speak of it again.”
Nodding his head, Jacob confirmed, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Miller… I will never breathe a word to anyone… I swear!!”
Donna replied, “Good boy.’ She then placed her left hand along with her right one on the teenager’s swollen shaft. The faint sparkle of the wife’s wedding rings in the dim light caught Jacob’s eye. As she began to jerk off her daughter’s boyfriend, the strait-laced mother added, “But Jake… you really shouldn’t swear.”
After just a couple of minutes, Jacob was already on the verge of climax. The combination of Donna’s incredible skill and the fact he was receiving a hand job from the pastor’s beautiful wife had him teetering on edge. He was somewhat taken aback at the conventional church lady’s surprisingly great prowess.
Jacob continuously moaned from the mounting pleasure as the former model worked his cock like a seasoned professional. He watched as she tirelessly pumped his raging cock with both hands. Her gold cross pendant shimmied on her chest while her bra-encased ample bosom bounced around inside the bodice of her blue cotton dress.
As if in a trance, Donna stared at the teenage boy’s monster appendage. Streams of precum trickled down the veiny shaft onto her well-manicured hands. The pearly liquid coated her slender fingers and soiled her golden wedding and anniversary bands.
Donna glanced up at Jacob and asked in a husky whisper, “Is this helping? Does it… feel better?”
Looking back into Donna’s beautiful face, Jacob nodded, “Yes… ma’am!” The teenager felt Mrs. Miller’s grasp on his cock tighten even more. Even in the dim light, he could make out the look of pure determination in her crystal blue eyes.
Jacob could sense the end was near as he felt the familiar tingling sensations inside his enlarged testicles. He sank back into the comfortable leather seat as the churning load in his huge balls began the long trek up through his throbbing shaft. The teenager grunted out a warning, “M-Mrs. Milller… It’s getting… real… close!”
Suddenly Donna remembered what Jacob said earlier when he mentioned the excessive amount of semen that he ejaculates. Her Buick Enclave was practically brand new, and the last thing she needed was for this teenager to blow his load all over the pristine interior. That would not be something easily explained to the guys down at the car wash… or her husband, for that matter.
Donna was not sure how much an “excessive amount” would end up being, but she thought it better to be safe than sorry. With slight panic in her voice, she asked, “Jake? Do…do you have a condom?”
Whether he didn’t hear the question or simply ignored her, Jacob raised his hips and arched his back. “Mrs. Miller! Ohhh… Mrs. Miller!!! It… It’s coming!!!!!”
Common sense told Donna the wise thing to do would be to stop masturbating the teenager until she could find something to catch Jacob’s payload. However, her hands and arms kept pumping the incredible cock at a furious pace. It was as if the conservative wife’s willowy limbs were controlled by some invisible force that would not allow her to resign from her task. Or maybe due to morbid curiosity… she didn’t’ want to stop.