It was the perfect opportunity. She could just say that she hadn't known he was in there that she needed to use the bathroom too, and hadn't thought of putting on a robe so late at night. And maybe looking at his mother's incredibly stacked body would give Jimmy a huge hard-on. Angela's pussy ached at the thought of that, of the fantasy of her teen's prick throbbing stiffly before him, as hard as an iron bar.

The water suddenly stopped running. Angela heard the crack of the shower stall door opening. Her heart raced, and her pussy throbbed rhythmically with desire. Silently she turned the knob, then quickly threw open the door.

"Mom! Jesus Christ!"

"Oh, Jimmy!" Stepping into the bathroom, Angela clapped her hands theatrically aver her mouth. "Oh, Son, I'm so sorry!"

Her son stood naked in the center of the bathroom floor, dripping water on the tiles. He hadn't even picked a towel off the rack yet. Greedily, Angela's eyes raked his lean, muscular physique, then homed in lustfully on his prick.

Oh, God, what a whopper! Her son's cock was even bigger than she'd ever dared dream. The meaty trunk of flesh hung between his thighs like a horse cock, incredibly long, and as thick around as her wrist, capped with a giant, puffy crown.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry!" Angela lied breathlessly. "I didn't know you were in here! I just wanted to take a shower too, and I didn't think of putting on any clothes because…"

But then her words trailed off as she saw what was happening between Jimmy's legs. His huge shaft of fuck meat was stiffening before her very eyes, swelling rapidly to total hardness in jerky little pulses.