Growing boy- 2

Eric sighed in contentment and leaned back on the sofa. The television still murmured in the corner and his mother’s fingers were still caressing his cock. “It’s not going soft,” Rachel said with awe in her voice. It was the first thing she had said since coming home.

Eric realized that she was right. He was as horny as ever. “No, it’s not,” he said, “let’s fuck.” He couldn’t believe what he’d just said, but Ms Miller had been eager to fuck after jerking him off. Wouldn’t his mother feel the same way?

Rachel stood and looked down on her son. His dick had just spouted a total of more cum than she had seen in her entire life, out of the biggest dick in the world, and he was still hard on top of all that. She reached both hands behind her back, making her breasts thrust against her blouse, as she unzipped her top. She shrugged the flimsy black material off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor.

A few seconds later, she was stepping out of the skirt that had puddled at her feet. On the off chance that she might end up in bed with the wealthy Richard Dearing that night, Rachel had worn a black, lacy bra and panties along with matching garter-belt and hose. She struck a pose, putting one foot slightly in front of the other and tossing her hair about with a shake of her head. This move usually left men drooling and growling in a sexual frenzy. Her son, Eric, might not be growling, but his eyes were as big as saucers, and his fabulous dick was certainly drooling pre-cum. It looked as wet as her pussy felt.