"Oooh!" he whispered. "Ohhh, oooh!" His eyes were still clamped shut and his head nodded slightly from side to side.

Alice's eyes were blurry with tears – tears of lust. Her cunt felt as if it had swollen to the size of a fist between her legs – and it throbbed maddeningly. She squeezed her legs together, working her wet cuntlips against each other.

Ricky's prick pointed straight at the ceiling, its head a shiny purplish-red, blue veins straining to burst on its cream-colored shaft. Its piss-hole stood wide open, a clear fluid oozing out as the prick throbbed.

Alice played with Ricky's balls, sliding her soapy fingers all around and under them, up and down his crotch, up into his asscrack. His toes wriggled. He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself.

"I hope you've been keeping this thing clean," Alice mumbled. Her hand curled around the shaft of his cock.

The stiff young fuckrod quivered, flexing.

"I mean, you've gotta remember to always wash under the skin. That's the main thing." Alice peeled the boy's foreskin all the way off the cockhead, pulling it down tightly.

The underside of the foreskin was flushed. The cockhead looked as if it would pop off the cockshaft. Alice squeezed, unable to believe how hard her son's prick was. Paul's cock had never been this hard.

Ricky panted. His skinny body shook all over.

"Always soap it up good and make sure to wash under the skin," Alice mumbled.

Her soapy hands slid up and down her son's swelling prick. The cockhead felt like an ember in her palm. The prick was still growing. His cock had to be six inches long now, and fat, and frighteningly hard. She was afraid the skin on the cockrod would split and that Ricky's naked, skinless prick would explode out into her hand.

"Ooooh!" Ricky whimpered under his breath. His toes kept clutching at the floor of the tub. Prick-lube oozed like sap from his open piss-hole. His skinny loins wiggled and he began to thrust, fucking his stiff prick in Alice's closed fist.