Barbara Rayburn was teasing her son inmercifully – and enjoying it enormously. The woman was well aware of the way he was staring at her tits, and that the crotch of his jeans was packed with a huge hard-on.

Jimmy was trapped at the breakfast table, ashamed of his hard-on, not daring to stand up. He squirmed uncomfortably and beads of sweat dotted his brow. He was pretending to linger over breakfast, pouring more coffee and nibbling at a piece of toast – and wishing that his mother would stop leaning over the table that way. Her heavy tits were shamelessly exposed in her bodice, showing her deep, smooth cleavage damned near down to the fat nipples.

She was tormenting him!

But, of course – he supposed – she hadn't the faintest idea what she was accidentally doing. Surely his mom wouldn't play the cock-teaser with her own son.

Presently she stood up, moving towards the stove. Jimmy tensed, all set to make his escape as soon as her attention was elsewhere. Then she bent down, seemingly to pick up a stray crumb from the floor.

Her shortie nightgown drew up on her flanks and Jimmy gulped as he realized that she had just given him a flash of her hairy cunt, nestled under the firm globes of her ass.

The youth groaned helplessly. His balls were swollen it felt as if he were sitting on a basketball. His hard-on seemed to run right through his body, rooted in his asshole, transfixing his [missing text].

Her ass hiked up and her thighs parted as she stooped over, and Barbara grinned, imagining the effect she was having on the boy.