There were ways in which she would much rather have her son empty his balls, to be sure. A handjob seemed a terrible waste of spunk. But she knew that the virile youth would be able to shoot off more than once – and Diana had carefully planned the day, step by step.

She arched, shoving her tits out. The plump tits were so distended that they seemed to be attracted to his cock, like iron filings to a magnet.

Jimmy began to skim his fist up and down on his thick, heavily veined cock, lightly at first, merely brushing his palm and encircling fingers up the tube.

Then he tightened his grip and frigged harder.

As his fist pulled up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his cock-knob in a fleshy carpet and as he pumped back toward the hilt, that flushed slab flared out dynamically.

Diana's eyes crossed as she stared inwards at the throbbing cock-knob, yearning to watch his teenaged slime come spurting from the gaping pisshole, her eyes as hot as the rest of her curvaceous body. Her nipples were tingling for the hot spunk to hose her and her mouth was watering.

Jimmy's handsome face was contorted, all twisted up by dark emotions, eyes narrowed to hooded slits, mouth slack and jaws taut.

He grunted as he jerked back and sighed as his fist slid up the sensitive prick.

He frigged vigorously, his lean ass corkscrewing as he drove his cock out, fucking through his flying fist. His solid balls rolled up and whacked against the heel of his hand, then swung back between his thighs.

Diana reached out toward his crotch.

She hadn't intended to touch the boy yet, just to watch him jerk off as the first step in the seduction. But now she couldn't resist having a feel. Her palms were tingling and her fingers were itching for his hot, hard prick.

She cupped his cumbags in her hand.

Jimmy was losing all of his bashful shy inhibitions in the heat of the moment.