She looked down at the open magazine, seeing a picture of a beautiful woman about her own age, naked, holding her tit in one hand and her tongue licking at her sweetly pink nipple. The woman's other hand rested in the thick hair of her cunt, and her pussy was open, her clit exposed.

"Lovely, isn't she?" Brenda said softly. "I guess she makes you excited, huh, Joey?"

Joey was blushing; his thighs squeezed tightly, his cock pressed between them. He had lost his hard-on when he saw his mother coming into the bathroom, and he felt ashamed of himself. Brenda ran her fingers through her son's hair.

"You're going to need a haircut soon," she said, sliding her hand onto his check, then his chin.

She lifted his face upward, and saw the embarrassment in his young eyes.

"It's okay, baby," she said softly, "I used to do that when I was a little girl, too. All boys and girls do it, you know."

Joey's eyes shifted to his mother's tits. He saw her nipples pointing against her blouse, the darker shadow of them. His cock was hardening again between his thighs, and he pressed them tight so it wouldn't jerk upright.

Brenda knew what he was doing. She smiled down at him, holding his chin in her hand.

"Let it go, baby," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Let it stand up. Let me see it."

But Joey held his legs together.

Leaning down, placing her hand on his shoulder, Brenda shoved at his knees, opening them. Her son's cock jerked straight up, half-hard and becoming harder as she stared.

"It's beautiful, Joey," she said, breathless. "My God, it's so beautiful!"

Brenda's cunt throbbed wetly as she gazed at her son's hard-on. His pants were at his feet, and his t-shirt was high on his stomach. His cock was not huge, but a lovely, perfect size. It was straight, with a swollen, smooth prick head slightly larger than the shaft. A bead of liquid clung to his piss hole, and she wanted to run her finger over it, wipe it away, taste it.