"It's open, Mom. Come on in."

Angela stepped into her younger son's bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. Ricky was sitting up in bed, with the covers bunched around his waist, obviously completely naked. He closed his book and placed it on the nightstand, and then he gasped as he saw his mother's body.

In spite of herself, Angela blushed. The outfit she'd chosen for her late night visit to Ricky was the most exciting one in her wardrobe, the one most guaranteed to make a young man's cock stand up stiff in a hurry. It was a black, transparent, crotch-length negligee, and the gossamer-thin fabric made it instantly obvious that Angela wore no underwear beneath it.

Her enormous, braless tits quivered freely under the negligee, the wide, crimson nipples showing clearly, her stiff teats protruding obscenely through the fabric. Ricky could see all of his mom's luscious, creamy-white thighs, and her hairy pussy triangle behind the negligee's lacy hem. If this didn't make Ricky horny, nothing would.

"I'm sorry about the way I'm dressed, Ricky," Angela said softly. "I was just about to go to sleep when I decided to have this little talk with you. You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"

"N-N-No," Ricky stammered. "I don't mind."

But his eyes were very wide, and they were obviously riveted to his mom's enormous tits. Hungrily Ricky watched her giant tit-globes quiver and jiggle as she sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Already the horny mother could see a promising stirring in his crotch.

"Ricky, this is a rather delicate subject," Angela began. She dropped her hand to his chest and began stroking it lightly as she spoke. "I'm not really sure where to begin. You know, you spent quite a bit of time alone with your Aunt Lori when you helped her move here, didn't you? Your Aunt Lori certainly is a very attractive woman, Ricky. Don't you think so?"