As Jamal looked around the room, its... its just filled with his own release. Dee chair caught the brunt of it, practically coated in it, and your walls, desk, and bed were splattered with the still warm cum released from his massive mother meat.
"I didn't raise you in a barn, clean this up, child."
Once again he heard his mother's voice, and realized... he can't move. His member was just too large and (presently) too sensitive to move, regardless of his mother's nagging. Every slight movement caused him to shudder, and he could hardly drag it around. Come to think of it, how did he not pass out from blood loss as soon as he got erect?
His mom dick chastized him again. How to clean...