She didn't hesitate at his bedroom door. She turned the knob and threw it open.

"Mom!" Frank yelped, turning his back to her quickly.

But he had not been fast enough to prevent her from seeing his pumping fist on his cock.

She strode quickly toward him and, pulling at his shoulder, forced her son onto his bed. Frank resisted, but not strongly. When she had him on his back, his cock still stood up straight and hard, his balls loaded. She stared at his balls. They reminded her of her brother's balls when he was young.

As she stared down at his cock, it started to wilt.

"Oh no you don't!" she hissed, and grabbed her son's cock tightly, squeezing it hard. She pumped her son's cock a few quick tight strokes. "Seeing me made you hard, huh, Frank? You wanted to do something with this hard-on, didn't you?"

"Aw, Mom, I didn't mean to spy on you," he said, wondering what was going on. He had never seen his mother this way before. He had never seen her naked, nor had he ever seen her looking so strange. Her eyes seemed as if they were on fire, her face was flushed and she was breathing awfully fast so that her naked tits moved up and down. Although he was embarrassed about being caught, about his mother holding his cock so tightly, he couldn't turn his eyes from her naked body, either.

Linda felt her son's cock burning her hand. She pulled upward on it tightly, watching his creamy cockhead bulge, his piss hole open, the wetness that seeped out of it. She ran her tongue over her lips, and her other hand slipped between her thighs again. Frank gulped as he watched his mother rub her fingers back and forth on her cunt, and his cock vibrated with a powerful hardness in her fist.