"That… is that uncomfortable?" Lisa said.

Her cunt was throbbing, her panties drenched with her juices.

"It's very uncomfortable," Johnny whispered.

Lisa took a step toward him, her eyes never moving from his crotch. She could see the full hardness of his cock pressing at his pants. She was surprised that his prick looked so big.

Her hand was moving toward it when she realized what she was doing. With a little gasp, she pulled her hand back. Her fingers spread around the front of her panties. A low sob came from her as the tip of one finger touched the distended tip of her clit.

"Oh, my God! Oh, Johnny!"

Her hand darted out again. This time she closed her fingers around his bulging cock, squeezing it.

Johnny gasped when his mother squeezed. "Johnny…" Lisa whispered, squeezing his cock, feeling the beautiful hardness of it. "Oh, baby! My God… it's so… Johnny, Johnny!"

She felt her son shaking. Without so much of a thought of stopping, she rubbed his cock, curling her fingers down and around to feel his balls.

Johnny began moaning, twisting his hips, pushing them forward to press his cock into his mother's hand.

Lisa lost control.

With a little cry, she began to feverishly open her son's pants. She jerked his belt open and tugged the zipper down swiftly. With both hands, she pushed his pants to his knees, then stared at the wet spot on his shorts. Panting, she jerked his shorts down, a soft cry of delight bubbling from her throat as her son's cock lurched upright, angled toward the ceiling.

She gazed at the swollen head, seeing precome dripping from the small pisshole. She was surprised to see how big and full his young balls appeared. The scant hair at the base was hardly visible.

"Beautiful!" she sighed.

Johnny shuffled his feet, panting hard, his cock jerking about.