"Joey, stand up," she whispered. "Please, stand up for me."

Joey remained frozen, unable to take his eyes off her tits or move or release his cock. Brenda sank to her knees, urging him to stand. Slowly, he stood, still clinging to his cock hard. Brenda gazed at it with moist eyes, then brushed one of her nipples over his cockhead, feeling his slippery cock-juice against her flesh. Joey stared as if awed by what his mother was doing to him. The magazine, still on the floor, was totally forgotten. What he was seeing was real. Those were real tits he saw, and his mother was holding his cock to one of her nipples, his piss hole on top of it.

"Ooooh, that feels so good," Brenda murmured softly, lifting her eyes to look into her son's face. "Do you like it, too, honey? Do you like to feel yourself against my titty?"

For the first time since his mother walked in on him, Joey gave a sigh. He nodded his head, licking at his lips. His eyes were huge and burning with excitement and his breath came out in quick, short gasps.

Looking back down at her son's cock, Brenda slipped it from one tit to the other, rubbing his seeping piss hole over her nipples. She moaned softly as she crushed her nipples inward on the head of his cock, the juices feeling hot on her flesh. Her nipples tingled with pleasure. The image of her vibrator came to mind, but she had no need of the vibrator as long as she could use her son's cock this way.

"You're so hard and hot, Joey," she whispered throatily, shoving his cock from tit to tit. "And it's so beautiful. Do you like to play with it, baby? Does it feel very good when you play with your cock?"

Joey's eyes bulged as his mother said the word. Brenda giggled, a small, naughty sound.