But it nicely suited her designs to pretend that she took it as the truth.

"A potent young man should empty his balls off at least once a day, you know," she told him. "It's not healthy to walk around with a full set of balls."

Jimmy could only gasp. She turned her head and gazed at his hard-on again. As if her look had a tactile, caressing property, his cock hammered savagely.

"Well, Jimmy?" she said, huskily. "Will you promise Mommy you'll take the pressure off your lovely big prick with a handjob? Hummm? Will you beat your meat for Mommy?"

Jimmy's Adam's apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. His lips moved but only a squawking sound came out. His voicebox was taut – and, besides, the young man couldn't imagine what to say.

She lifted her eyebrows teasingly.

"What's wrong, darling? Aren't you in the mood? Aren't you horny enough to jack off?" she purred.

The bemused youth nodded, then shook his head from side to side, sweating profusely, blushing more than ever. He wondered if so much blood might have gone into his hard-on that he had blacked out. Maybe this was only a wet dream.

"Shall I make you hotter?" Diana whispered. The depraved woman, keeping her eyes on her son's face now, judging his reactions, began to open the front of her clinging negligee. Her big tits tumbled out naked and the youth gasped and groaned.

Diana cupped the fat mounds in her hands, lifting and deepening the cleavage. Her nipples shot out like high-caliber bullets. Kneading the smooth globes, she rubbed the edges of her thumbs across the tips.

"Does this excite you, darling?" she sighed.

"M-mom!" he rasped.

His cock was starting to steam and pre-cum was dribbling from the open pisshole. What the fuck was she trying to do to him?

"Or – this?" she added.

Holding her tits up in both palms, Diana dropped her head and began to lick her nipples and tongue into her cleavage. Then she sucked a swollen pink tip into her ups and nursed on it, watching the boy from the tops of her eyes.