He had a good-sized prick too. Almost as big as his father's. There was nothing wrong with Elliot's cock. It was nice and long and thick too. The trouble was the slob didn't know how to use it and didn't want to learn.

Now she gazed at the teen. His fingers flew up and down his shaft and his nuts jiggled around on the sheet. Her mouth watered suddenly and she squeezed her thighs together. There was no doubt about it. Her own son was turning her on.

She knew then she should leave. She should go back to her own room and join Elliot in bed. But she didn't and knew she wouldn't until Jason had emptied his nuts.

Her heart pounded and she moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed it through the thin material of her robe. She parted her legs and felt a glob of juice gush out of her pussy.

Slipping her hand inside her robe, she rubbed her palm over her succulent snatch while she stared at her son. Jason grunted softly and humped his ass off the bed. She watched his balls tighten up and knew he would come momentarily.

She pulled her hand away from her cunt and closed her robe when he climaxed. Jets of jism shot into the air and she forced herself to softly pad back to the bathroom.

This time she removed her robe and rummaged around in the medicine cabinet for some lotion to use on her tits. As unsatisfactory as it was, she had to masturbate and give herself a few orgasms. There was no way she would sleep otherwise.

She placed the lotion on the sink next to the toilet and spread her legs. Then she began to masturbate with a vengeance. She poured some lotion into her hand and rubbed it over her boobs. She used light feathery strokes, handling her tits the way she wanted Elliot to handle them. The way he used to in the old days.

Kids nowadays have the right idea, she thought as she pulled on her stiffened nipples. They live together without getting married. Then if they don't treat each other right, they split. If I'd lived with Elliot for a couple of years, she thought, I'd never have married him.