She walked back to her bedroom with more confidence in herself, then she found herself bolting the door behind her. She gasped as her eyes fell to the bed, then her face turned white with shock. John was completely naked and he was lying on his back. Her knees almost buckled as her eyes locked upon the engorged hardness at his crotch. His little cock was pointed straight at the ceiling, standing at attention in proudness.

"Oh, my God!" she moaned as her cuntal sheath contracted mysteriously, causing the inside of her thighs to become wet with oozing fluids of desire. It'd done no good to wipe herself off; her pussy was just as damp as it'd been in the bathroom. "John, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing, Mama. I just got naked like you," he tried to smile innocently at her. "It's all right, isn't it?"

What could she say? He'd assumed if it was right for her to be naked it was right for him to be naked. She wanted to cover his naked body and get that hard prick out of her sight. It was literally tearing at her insides sticking up like that, and what it was doing to her mind was even worse. She was already trying to figure a way to get it into her quivering depths. She felt faint and feverish as she looked lustily at his gorgeous little cock. She couldn't allow this. Oh, God, she just couldn't. Her body began to jerk a little, then she began to sob. The sobbing was more for her son's sake than for her own.

John's expression changed. His mother was crying uncontrollably and knew it was somehow his fault. He jumped out of bed and ran to her, throwing his arms around her and pulling her close as his hard cock pressed upward between her creamy thighs.