Growing boy- 2

Rachel was just changing into a loose pair of shorts when a stunning comprehension clicked into place in her mind. Eric hadn’t hurt his arm. He was sitting on his bed, masturbating a huge cock in the middle of the afternoon, and he hadn’t even bothered to close his door. That couldn’t be right. Could it? It must have been a trick of the light. Rachel hastily threw on an old denim shirt and walked quickly and quietly back to where she could look into Eric’s room. Her mouth flew open in a silent gasp of surprise when she saw that what she had imagined was true.

Rachel saw that Eric was steadying his dick with the fist of his left hand, and then there was this expanse of cock flesh, and then his right hand was rubbing the skin just under a doorknob sized head. She couldn’t believe it. Her son was hung like a horse. She became aware of a heavy, warm surge of blood as it flooded her pussy. She could almost feel the walls of her pussy weeping with vaginal juices.

Without thinking, she spread her legs and pulled up the leg of her shorts. Eric couldn’t see what she was doing. Indeed, he was obviously absorbed with himself. Rachel ran her fingers over her clit through her panties and bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate in time with the movement of Eric’s hand.