"Be still," she said, her voice a thick whisper. "I can't wash your back if you wiggle around so much."

But it wasn't his back she was washing. She ran her hands about his ass, feeling, her eyes blazing. Her knees were weak, and they buckled. She had to kneel, on the floor outside the shower stall, and her ass swayed gently with bubbling desire. She ran her hands over every inch of her son's ass, slowly, caressingly, suggestively.

Then Jerry turned around.

"Jerry!" she gasped, seeing his cock throb before her face.

Jerry giggled wickedly. "You gotta wash that, too, Mom!"

"Jerry, I…" Debra paused, unable to speak, staring at her son's cock.

Desire flooded her, making her mind numbs to all thoughts everything except her son's cock straining toward her. His cock lifted high, aiming toward a place just above her head. She saw that his piss-hole was dripping, but wasn't sure if that was from the shower or not. There was a small tuft of hair at the upper base of his cock, and his balls, dangling beneath, were hairless.

Her hand moved, then her fingers wrapped about his cock. She held her breath, feeling the hard throb of his prick, the heat of his cock shaft burn her palm. She squeezed Jerry's cock, causing his smooth, satiny cock-head to bulge out toward, her.

"Jerry," she whispered.

"Wash it, Mom!" he pleaded, arching his hips forward. "You gotta wash that, too!"

"Oh, God!" Debra whispered, her fist moving.

She jerked her hand back and forth on his cock, knowing she couldn't stop, unable to turn the fiery hungers off now. She watched her hand move, her eyes bright in passion. She saw his balls jiggle as her fist pumped. She began to pound her son's cock with swift, short strokes. She was jacking him off, and she couldn't stop, and she didn't want to stop. She pumped vigorously, her soapy fist sliding easily. She made soft, hissing sounds, her lips parted.