"Ummmm-ummmm!" she sighed.

Jimmy's jaw was dropping open like a lever, damned near hitting his breastbone.

"I'll bet you'd like to do this, wouldn't you, you naughty boy?" Diana teased him, sucking a rosy nubbin. Then she lifted her blonde head up, gazing at him speculatively.

"Horny enough, now?" she whispered.

Again, words failed him. But his horniness was more than evident as his balls ballooned and his cockshaft jolted like a shock absorber.

"Hummm? Can you get your rocks off now?" Diana insisted on knowing.

Jimmy managed to nod, realizing that it was what his mom wanted to hear, knowing that there were aspects to the situation far beyond his comprehension.

He had frequently jerked off while he imagined doing things to his mother or sister, and creamed often enough in Diana's bras and panties, but fantasy was one thing and reality was quite another, overwhelming the boy.

"Yes? Well – go ahead then," she suggested.

His eyes grew wide in astonishment.

"Jeez, Mom – I-I can't give myself a hand job while you're watching me!" he moaned.

"Oh?" She looked amused – and far more. "I thought maybe you'd like to stare at my tits while you did it, darling. Wouldn't that be exciting?"

Jimmy couldn't deny that.

"And I want to watch you do it, too," she said. "To make sure that you really do drain off your balls – and because I'll enjoy seeing you shoot, too!"

The idea thrilled the boy to the core, but he felt frozen, unable to react. He lay there as if his hard-on was nailing him to the bed, impaling him on his own prick.

"Still not excited enough, honey?" she sighed.

It was evident from her expression that Diana was enjoying herself tremendously as she taunted her son. But it was equally evident that she, too, was getting very excited. The aroma of hot cunt was permeating the bedroom.