You go to get breakfast but you're pretty certain you heard your mom call you to her room, so as quickly as you open the fridge, you rush to her room and find her standing, waiting for you. It's time for the laundry, son. Now, does anything seem off for you? Anything you want to tell me? Well, since you have nothing to say then start with these towels. Do these look clean to you? They're from the downstairs bathroom and I don't use it. They're full of fucking cum, son! Don't you DARE play like you don't know what cum is. I mean, how long did it take you to fill up these towels so they're hard as a rock!? ONE.... DAY!?!?!?! You're fucking with me. I'm certain of it, so I play it off for a little bit but you assure me it really only took you one day. Well, this I have to see for myself. I start off a little angry... but then... mom becomes cum hungry.... requesting loads be shot all over her bed and her. Constant ejaculations everywhere for her good boy. Mom even jacks it off a few times for you, pulling out thick ropes of cum and soaking her bed. We're going to lay in it, too, son. I'm falling in love with your cum. In fact, from now on you're not my son- you're my cum cow. I'll fill up fucking jars full of your cum and save it for my bathwater. Save it for my milk for my cereal. You're my cum cow and I want all of it, constantly, from you, my good boy.