Richie’s prick twitched in response to seeing this intentional loss of underwear. But he was so stupefied at the sight of Mag now sauntering over to him like a stalking cheetah. He swallowed hard at this unbelievable sight.
“It’s the stress,” the incestuous seductress lewdly interpreted. “Stress—it very often causes unexpected sexual arousal.”
She was now right next to his bed. She bent down to put her cream-coated hand over his nose and mouth, and sensually rubbed it against him. Another thrill coursed throughout her seeing Richie’s nostrils flare, smelling her rich cunt cologne, and his tongue slither out to taste her honey. She beamed down at him, seductively.
Next Mag reached for his belt buckle and started to open his jeans. Richie was passive and silent. He knew he just had an X-rated dream about his mom and she obviously caught him. He felt guilty but, not really. He was now beside himself that his dream was the cause for his mother to openly play with herself, share the smell and taste of her pussy, and now fumble with opening his Levi’s.
“It’s all stress, my dear,” Mag stated, sounding almost clinical, as she pulled his fly down over his hard-on. Eyeing the fresh, large stain on the front of his shorts ratcheted up her forbidden lust. Her breathing sounded asthmatic.
When she completed the task, she opened the pants flaps and hurriedly yanked down his jockeys. This last action caused his naked, rock-hard manhood to flop out into the open, along with his burly testicles.
“Oh Richie!” the cougar lustfully evaluated, her lips instinctively licking themselves. “My son, how you’ve grown!”
Richie’s cock was strapping, towering with a sleek length of slightly more than seven inches. The purple top gleamed with the still-spewing pre-jizz, while the blue vein seem to pulse with erotic life. The two robust, fleshy testicles below had Mag’s lecherous mind wondering about the copious amounts of male-milk stored within them.
A perverse thrill suddenly struck the young man, seeing his voluptuous, half-naked, horny mother gaze at his stiff dick with cherished awe. He also loved seeing her barely-covered tits, quivering and showcasing her stiff nipples and prickly areolas as she had opened his pants.
With his eyes locked on hers, he opened his shirt and confidently displayed his pecs and nearly-six pack abs. He threw the shirt to the floor. Mag stood there mute and mesmerized by the hurried disrobing. Next he finished what she started: removing his jeans. Then his jockeys, sneakers and socks were close to his shirt on the floor. The hunky son spread a bent knee, bearing his upright, throbbing penis with his big, beefy nuts relaxing below the mighty stalk. It was incredibly arousing for him to be posing like a Playgirl centerfold in front of Mag, laying in the buff for his lusty mother to take in. He began to undulate his groin.
“I believe you’re right, mom,” the well-built young man agreed, now languidly stroking his erection for her. “It’s definitely stress.”