His hand froze on his stiff cock as he stared in helpless horror at his mom. Emily watched his eyes dart as he looked for something to cover his nakedness. But there was nothing, as he'd kicked the sheets off the bed. All he could do was lay there with his hand on his cock, fearfully watching his gorgeous blonde mother.

"Oh, Mom, this is really… this is really embarrassing," Paul sputtered. "Why… why didn't you knock or something…"

"All right, Paul, that's enough," Emily shot back sternly. "The reason I didn't knock is that I wanted to catch you abusing yourself, so you wouldn't try to lie to me about it. Paul, I am afraid I have just about had it with this disgusting obsession you have with masturbation."

"I…" Paul licked his lips, his face reddening. "I don't know what you're talking…"

"You do know what I'm talking about! Paul, don't you know how obvious it is? Don't you think I can hear the headboard banging against the wall every time you stroke your stiff cock? This is the third time you've jacked off since dinner, and I heard you do it twice this afternoon. And once this morning, too! That's six times in one day, Paul. Don't you care about anything except making the sperm shoot out of your stiff cock? You should be ashamed… Paul, take your hands off your cock. I'm not going to let you touch yourself in front of me!"

Paul reluctantly slid his hand off his cock. Then Emily gasped as she stared at her son's cock. His cock was simply enormous! She hadn't realized how long and thick her son's fuck-tool was while he'd had his fist on it. He was hung like a horse!

And it was so stiff! It was the stiffest cock Emily had ever seen in her life! The shocked mother gazed down at her son's fuck-tool, watching as his meaty tube of cock-flesh twitched and throbbed obscenely over his stomach. His cock-knob was swollen and puffy, and translucent drops of cock-juice were oozing out of his piss-hole. The whole upper half of his cock shone with sticky, oozing cum.