Jimmy was still lying in bed on his back, his unmilked hard-on lifting the sheet high over his loins, when his mother walked into his room.
The boy blushed and quickly jerked his knees up to hide the incriminating condition of his prick – but it had not escaped Diana's full attention.
She walked over to the bed. Her son stared at her, unable to keep his eyes off her voluptuous body in her semi-transparent negligee, glancing furtively up and down between her swollen nipples and her bushy vee.
She was smiling mysteriously, he noticed a sort of knowing leer. Jeez! Had she seen his cock rearing up? Was she gonna give him some stupid, lecture on the evils of self-abuse? But, if that were the case, why, was she smiling?
He gaped at her in embarrassed confusion as she curled supplely on the side of his bed. She drew one knee under her, exposing her lush leg damned near to the groin, and as she leaned slightly forward, it seemed as if her heavy tits were about to spill from her bodice.
She seemed to hesitate, as if seeking words. "Have you been playing with yourself, Jimmy, dear?" she asked him, still smiling.
"Jeez! Naw, Mom!" he croaked.
Diana took the edge of the sheet and lifted it up, peering under it at his loins.
Despite the boy's shame, his willful prick refused to recede or diminish, standing in a long, thick tower above his bloated balls.
Diana gazed at his groin for long moments, her silken eyelashes fluttering over the glowing azure orbs, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue gliding across. Her nostrils flared gently as she breathed in the fevered fumes of his cock and balls.
Then she looked up, giving the panicky young man a look of wry amusement.
"What a lovely prick you have, darling – it's so big and hard," she purred.
His eyes registered disbelief.
"If you don't play with it, you should," she added.
The boy couldn't believe that she had said that. It wasn't the sort of maternal advice one expected.
"Gosh, Mom – I can't help it if it gets stiff," he croaked. "I don't play with it, though."
Diana knew that had to be a lie.
But it nicely suited her designs to pretend that she took it as the truth.
"A potent young man should empty his balls off at least once a day, you know," she told him. "It's not healthy to walk around with a full set of balls."
Jimmy could only gasp. She turned her head and gazed at his hard-on again. As if her look had a tactile, caressing property, his cock hammered savagely.
"Well, Jimmy?" she said, huskily. "Will you promise Mommy you'll take the pressure off your lovely big prick with a handjob? Hummm? Will you beat your meat for Mommy?"
Jimmy's Adam's apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. His lips moved but only a squawking sound came out. His voicebox was taut – and, besides, the young man couldn't imagine what to say.
She lifted her eyebrows teasingly.
"What's wrong, darling? Aren't you in the mood? Aren't you horny enough to jack off?" she purred.
The bemused youth nodded, then shook his head from side to side, sweating profusely, blushing more than ever. He wondered if so much blood might have gone into his hard-on that he had blacked out. Maybe this was only a wet dream.
"Shall I make you hotter?" Diana whispered. The depraved woman, keeping her eyes on her son's face now, judging his reactions, began to open the front of her clinging negligee. Her big tits tumbled out naked and the youth gasped and groaned.
Diana cupped the fat mounds in her hands, lifting and deepening the cleavage. Her nipples shot out like high-caliber bullets. Kneading the smooth globes, she rubbed the edges of her thumbs across the tips.
"Does this excite you, darling?" she sighed.
"M-mom!" he rasped.
His cock was starting to steam and pre-cum was dribbling from the open pisshole. What the fuck was she trying to do to him?
"Or – this?" she added.
Holding her tits up in both palms, Diana dropped her head and began to lick her nipples and tongue into her cleavage. Then she sucked a swollen pink tip into her ups and nursed on it, watching the boy from the tops of her eyes.
"Ummmm-ummmm!" she sighed.
Jimmy's jaw was dropping open like a lever, damned near hitting his breastbone.
"I'll bet you'd like to do this, wouldn't you, you naughty boy?" Diana teased him, sucking a rosy nubbin. Then she lifted her blonde head up, gazing at him speculatively.
"Horny enough, now?" she whispered.
Again, words failed him. But his horniness was more than evident as his balls ballooned and his cockshaft jolted like a shock absorber.
"Hummm? Can you get your rocks off now?" Diana insisted on knowing.
Jimmy managed to nod, realizing that it was what his mom wanted to hear, knowing that there were aspects to the situation far beyond his comprehension.
He had frequently jerked off while he imagined doing things to his mother or sister, and creamed often enough in Diana's bras and panties, but fantasy was one thing and reality was quite another, overwhelming the boy.
"Yes? Well – go ahead then," she suggested.
His eyes grew wide in astonishment.
"Jeez, Mom – I-I can't give myself a hand job while you're watching me!" he moaned.
"Oh?" She looked amused – and far more. "I thought maybe you'd like to stare at my tits while you did it, darling. Wouldn't that be exciting?"
Jimmy couldn't deny that.
"And I want to watch you do it, too," she said. "To make sure that you really do drain off your balls – and because I'll enjoy seeing you shoot, too!"
The idea thrilled the boy to the core, but he felt frozen, unable to react. He lay there as if his hard-on was nailing him to the bed, impaling him on his own prick.
"Still not excited enough, honey?" she sighed.
It was evident from her expression that Diana was enjoying herself tremendously as she taunted her son. But it was equally evident that she, too, was getting very excited. The aroma of hot cunt was permeating the bedroom.
She raised her knee, her foot on the bed, the other leg trailing to the floor. Then she drew her negligee up above her hips, parting her thighs.
Jimmy stared at her cunt.
"Look at Mommy," she purred. "Look at Mommy's creamy cunt, darling – see how juicy I am?"
Her cunt was wide open and cuntjuice and cum came pouring from her fuckhole like a fountain.
Jimmy's hand began to creep down his belly, fingers twitching, reaching for his cock in a dreamlike unreality, as if he were hypnotized or walking in his sleep.
"Ahhhh – yeah! Toss yourself off, darling," Diana sighed. "Show Mommy how you jerk off and and I'll let you shoot all over my big tits!"
She dipped a hand into her groin, strumming her fingers against her cunt.
Jimmy's hand slid onto the hilt of his cock and his fist closed around the thick prick. He gave himself a slow push-pull. His prick leaped up like a missile from his hand, seeming to drag his loins behind in its wake.
Hauled up by his hard-on, the athletic young man heaved up from his prone position and knelt on the bed, eyes wild, lips frothy and panting, fist gripping tightly to the root of his rampaging cock.
He was kneeling over his reclining mother. Diana rested on her left hip and elbow, supporting her face in her left hand, gazing at his groin in fascination. Her thighs were parted, her belly thrust out. The woman always got turned on by looking at a cock and balls, but staring at the forbidden fruit of her own teenaged son's massive sex tackle was driving her wild.
Jimmy wasn't stroking, just holding steady at the pulsing base, his cock jutting from his fist like some meaty war club poised to strike.
His fat cock-knob was glowing like a lightbulb and pre-cum was oozing steadily from his pisshole. The thick, white goo clung to his purple slab like whipped cream on a plum.
"Oooooh – frig it, darling! Toss off onto my belly and tits!" his mother urged.
There were ways in which she would much rather have her son empty his balls, to be sure. A handjob seemed a terrible waste of spunk. But she knew that the virile youth would be able to shoot off more than once – and Diana had carefully planned the day, step by step.
She arched, shoving her tits out. The plump tits were so distended that they seemed to be attracted to his cock, like iron filings to a magnet.
Jimmy began to skim his fist up and down on his thick, heavily veined cock, lightly at first, merely brushing his palm and encircling fingers up the tube.
Then he tightened his grip and frigged harder.
As his fist pulled up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his cock-knob in a fleshy carpet and as he pumped back toward the hilt, that flushed slab flared out dynamically.
Diana's eyes crossed as she stared inwards at the throbbing cock-knob, yearning to watch his teenaged slime come spurting from the gaping pisshole, her eyes as hot as the rest of her curvaceous body. Her nipples were tingling for the hot spunk to hose her and her mouth was watering.
Jimmy's handsome face was contorted, all twisted up by dark emotions, eyes narrowed to hooded slits, mouth slack and jaws taut.
He grunted as he jerked back and sighed as his fist slid up the sensitive prick.
He frigged vigorously, his lean ass corkscrewing as he drove his cock out, fucking through his flying fist. His solid balls rolled up and whacked against the heel of his hand, then swung back between his thighs.
Diana reached out toward his crotch.
She hadn't intended to touch the boy yet, just to watch him jerk off as the first step in the seduction. But now she couldn't resist having a feel. Her palms were tingling and her fingers were itching for his hot, hard prick.
She cupped his cumbags in her hand.
Jimmy was losing all of his bashful shy inhibitions in the heat of the moment.
"Yeah, Mom – hold my nuts!" he cried. Diana fondled those well-packed balls, feeling his load sloshing around within. It felt like the potent boy had a gallon of jizz in his balls. She became more eager than ever to see the slime squirt out and to feel it splash all over her naked torso.
She started to pull her hand up from his balls, intending to finish the job for the boy. Now that she had touched him, it seemed pointless for him to jerk himself off when she was so willing to milk his cock, herself.
But she had left it an instant too late. His balls ballooned massively in her palm and his prick jolted in his pumping fist.
"Here it cums, Mom!" he gasped. Diana squeezed his balls gently and glued her eyes to the head of his cock, longing for the magic moment when his slime came jetting out.
"Shoot, darling! Jizz me, Jimmy!" she wailed.
Her tits heaved out towards his prick and she tilted her head back, opening her mouth.
She was waiting for his fuckjuice in a frenzy. And it was almost as thrilling for Holly, who happened to be looking in the door just as the foaming finale reached a creamy crescendo.
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