"Johnny, I'm not dressed!" she squealed.

Johnny grinned. "I see, Mom."

"Please… be nice," she whispered. "Let me finish dressing."

"GO ahead," Johnny said, grinning. "I won't stop you. I'll just stand here and watch."

"Johnny! Please, get out of here?" Reluctantly, he started to turn. Lisa saw his cock bulging in his pants, and once more the image of the boy being sucked off by his mother came into her mind.

"Wait… I'm sorry I spoke in that tone," she said softly.

She saw her son tremble.

"Johnny…"

"I'm sorry, too, Mom," Johnny said in a thick voice, avoiding looking at her. "I shouldn't have come in here. I didn't know you were… naked."

"I know you didn't, honey," Lisa said. "It's… it's all right."

Johnny turned to face her again, making an effort to keep his eyes on her face. There was nothing he could do about his hard-on, and it strained inside his pants, outlined fully.

"I'll wait in the living room, Mom," Johnny said, his voice sounding husky.

"No, it's okay," Lisa said, surprising herself. "You can stay."

She tried to put her blouse on without exposing her tits, but it was impossible. She kept her gaze on his face, fighting not to look down at his cock.

Johnny saw first one tit, then the other. The sight made his cock bulge all the more. He groaned, unable to keep from staring at her tit.

Holding her blouse around her tits, Lisa stood there. Johnny could not avert his eyes. He looked at his mother. Her panties were swelling out at the crotch with a shadowy triangle. Lisa found she could not take her eyes off her son's cock.

"Is it… uncomfortable, Johnny?"

"You mean in here, with you?" Johnny asked, his gaze fixed upon the tight crotch of her panties.

Lisa pointed at his crotch. Her blouse was open, one tit showing. Johnny stared at her tit – it was firm and round, with a light-brown nipple that looked rigid, tilted upward.