Then she dropped the rag into the bucket and wrapped her fist tightly around his cock. Phil gasped as he watched his mother expertly start to beat his teat, pumping her fist furiously up and down the iron-hard column of cock.

"Jesus, Mom!" he groaned. "What do you think you're doing to me?"

"I'm helping you, darling," Karen replied evenly. She scooted close to his ass and jacked his prick faster and faster, smiling as she watched pre-cum ooze from his cock's rosy tip. "It's obvious that you need this a lot more than a bath. Now relax and enjoy yourself. Here – this should help you cum."

Tugging his cock with her right hand, she undid the sash of her bathrobe with her left. Then she pulled apart the halves of the terrycloth robe, exposing her enormous tits. Phil's cock immediately jerked madly in her stroking fist, looking so stiff that she feared his prick might instantly start spraying his cum.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Oh, fuck!"

"Your dick is much stiffer now, darling," Karen observed. She wiggled her shoulders, making her oversized tits quiver like huge mounds of jello. The silver-dollar-sized purplish nipples were crinkled and stiff. "It turns you on to look at my breasts, doesn't it? It's too bad you can't remember how you used to suckle them as a baby."

Phil's face was glazed with shock and lust. It was obvious that he was in no condition to resist anything she might do to him. Pushing her fist to the root of his cock, Karen lowered her head and wetly kissed the tip of his prick. Wantonly she pushed her tongue onto his piss-hole, licking up the salty juices that oozed up from his bloated balls.

"Oh Jesus, Mom…"

"Don't tell anyone about this, darling," Karen murmured huskily. "Not your big brother, and especially not your father."

Then she opened her mouth wide and, with a contented gurgling sound, stuffed almost a third of her son's big prick down her throat.