Jeff had no idea how he was lasting this long, her hand was soft, warm and smooth and her technique was on point but he just couldn't cum. His sisters started looking worried as his pleasure face became more of a concerned one. Jenny and Megan had no words, this was starting to become ridiculous, Jenny was especially offended he was taking this long. Whitney was the most interested in his current predicament. His mother kept both eyes (and important distinction as she had a new ability) focused on him.
Her pussy was already dripping wet but as a new level of arousal was reached, her clit started getting swollen and harder. She could feel it start to throb with every heart beat, and get larger and larger. She started feeling some pressure building as the tip of her clit gained a hole, and through this hole a new substance that she recognized a pre-cum. After a short while, it was already four inches and growing, but no one would ever call that a clit anymore, it was clearly a penis.
Having a vagina and a penis drove Whitney crazy, she started pumping the new member with her right hand while at the same time reaching to her son's cock with her left. Jenny didn't mind the help, as frustrating as it felt having to rely on it.
Jeff gladly accepted his mother's hand, and for the first time in a few minutes he started seeing a light in the end of the tunnel, the pleasure was rising once again, and the sight of his mother stroking her own cock while doing the same to his didn't bother him at all, in his mind she was always a herm. What bothered him a little was weird ideas of his mother self impregnating like a slug that were popping inside his head. That wasn't true, he and his siblings had a father, he had no idea why he was assaulted by these thoughts but they were fleeting and his pleasure was reaching the point where he would climax.
Finally he felt release, so potent he felt a bit dizzy. His cum shot mostly at Whitney's face, straight into one of her eyes. She started rub the area with both hands and despite being able to been it easily she kept rubbing it.
Jeff – Are you okay mom?
Whitney – Yeah, sorry I'm just...it nothing.
As Whitney removed her hands from her face, the table saw her eyes were no longer in their sockets, or rather the sockets were not where they should. Her eyes extended forwards in stalks and looked around the table, each in one direction.