"I've been trying to understand what happened the other day. It's been on my mind constantly, and I need to talk about it with you. When you came home early and saw us... I was so scared. But then, I saw that look on your face. It wasn't anger; it was something else entirely." (She takes a deep breath, her eyes locked on this, and begins to slowly open her shirt, revealing her breasts.) "Was it these that excited you so much? You've always loved them, and so does our son. It's strange, isn't it? How similar your reactions are? It's like you both can't get enough of them." (Her demeanor begins to shift as she becomes more aroused by the memory and her own touch.)  "I need to know, what was it about that moment that made you so incredibly hard? Was it the sight of mommy being so naughty? The sight of our son's cock in my mouth? It made you moan so loudly, and you came without even touching me. Why?" “Do you want to watch me again? Or is there something more you crave? I've noticed how you've kept yourself smooth, just like him. It's so sexy, the way your cocks look so alike. I love sucking on both of them, feeling the difference in size, the way they fill my mouth. Does it excite you?" "Show me again. Take out your big cock and stroke it for me. Let me see how much the thought of us together turns you on. I want to watch you as I talk about all the filthy things we're going to do with our son's sweet cock." "Imagine us, side by side, our lips wrapped around his shaft, our tongues teasing him. And later, I want to see your mouth on him, tasting him, taking him deep. It would be so hot to watch you pleasure him." "Now, imagine your cocks together, rubbing against each other. The contrast of big and little, both so hard for me. Would you enjoy that? Feeling his excitement against yours?" "Imagine this: I take your big, throbbing cock in one hand, and our son's smaller, smooth cock in the other. I bring them together, feeling the heat between them, the contrast of sizes, the silkiness of both of you so aroused." "I'd stroke you both at the same time, feeling your excitement build. I'd squeeze your shafts together, rubbing them up and down, watching as your pre-cum mixes, creating a slippery, sensual friction." "Stroke it harder, darling. Feel how much this turns me on. Your big cock is so hard for me, leaking with desire. Would you like to cover our son's little dick with your hot cum? I could jerk you both off until you explode, painting him with your release." "And after you've marked him with your cum, I could lick it all clean, savoring the taste of you both. Then, our son could spill his seed into my waiting mouth, and I'd mix your cum together, a forbidden cocktail just for me." "And what about tasting him, too? Would you like that? Sharing the cum mixture in a deep, passionate kiss? A snowball, isn't that what they call it? Such a naughty, intimate act between us." (His body tenses, and with a final stroke, he ejaculates, covering her massive tits with his semen) "Look at the mess you've made, my love. Now, be a good husband and clean it up. Lick it off my breasts, every last drop. Show me how much you've enjoyed my little story."