"Yes," Sharon whispered, licking her lips again with her pink wet tongue, still not looking at her son.

"Good, huh?" Bobby said. "Coming sure makes a person feel good, huh, Mom?"

She caught the movement of his hand from the corners of her eyes and saw her son was rubbing his palm along his concealed cock. She couldn't make her eyes pull away. She licked at her lips quickly, then pulled in a deep breath. Her tits lifted beneath her summer sweater, her lungs filling with air. She heard a moan from her son, and felt his eyes on her straining tits. She exhaled, letting them fall slightly, but his eyes remained on her tits.

"Awwww, Mom!" Bobby suddenly gasped, and began to work frantically at his fly. "I just gotta jack off – now!"

Sharon's breath came again in her throat. This was the first open admission that he jacked off, and the first time he was deliberately exposing his cock to her. She caught the flesh of hardness as it came out of his pants, and then Bobby closed his fist about his cock and began to pump vigorously up and down.

Sharon gasped, looking straight at her son, her eyes seeing the swollen head of his cock bulging from his squeezing fist, the tiny piss hole flaring open, wet with seeping juices. Her cunt began to burn, a searing sensation that sent shivers up and down her spine. Her nipples became very hard, feeling as if they would burst inside her bra. She felt the burning on her face, yet she was mesmerized by the sight of her son's cock, by the way he was unashamedly jacking off before her.

"Bobby…" she whimpered.

"I gonna do it, Mom!" he grunted, pumping his fist up and dawn, his mouth hanging open, his eyes moving from her straining tits to her knee. Half her thigh was showing, and this seemed enough to excite her son to this intense hardness. "I just gotta jack off!"

"Bobby…" she said again, her eyes blazing as she watched his fist pounding up and down, the cockhead swelling even more than at first. "You… please… not here."