She saw his young cock stir, then start to lift and swell. She ran her tongue over her lips as she slowly moved a finger into her cunt. When her son's cock was half hard, she looked into his eyes. She saw desire, hot, wild hunger, in them. She spread her cunt open as much as she could, and while her son stared, she rubbed at her swollen clit. His cock lurched into full hardness.

"Tony," she breathed, puffing up on her pussy, her hips swaying. "Tony… baby."

"Gosh, Mom!" Tony gulped, staring at her hairy cunt, then her tits, back to her cunt again. "Gosh… Mom, what's going on?"

"I need you, Tony," she whispered. "I need you very much."

Tony didn't answer, but his willingness was in his eyes, on his young face, in the hardness of his cock. Wendy shrugged her shoulders, and the robe fell to her feet. She stood naked before her son, and then she turned the shower off. She stepped a few feet back, one hand on a cheek of her ass, the other cupping a full tit, her nipple peeking between her fingers. She gazed with hot eyes at his very hard cock, angled upward, his young, sweet balls drawn up tight at the base. She stared at the small slit of his prick, trying to see if juices bubbled from it, but he was wet from the shower.

"Tony," she breathed, the hand on her ass sliding forward, her fingers curled as she reached for his cock. "Darling… Mother is… Mother needs… wants… ohhh, Tony!"

Her fingers curled about her son's cock, and she felt the heat of it, the powerful throb against her palm and fingers. She squeezed his cock, making Tony groan softly. She pushed and pulled her tight fist on his cock slowly, watching the head bulge. She moved closer to him, and Tony trembled, but not in fear. He shook with anticipation, with excitement. Wendy took hold of her son's wrist, bringing his hand up, then placed it on her tit.