"Mom," Jerry said, squatting down and putting his hand on her shoulder.

Debra's breath caught in her throat as she stiffened up.

"Aw, come on, Mom," Jerry said soothingly. "It was only a hand-job. It doesn't mean anything."

Debra shuddered, taking a deep breath. She lifted her head and looked into his face.

Her hand darted for his crotch.

"A hand-job!" she hissed. "It was only a hand-job, was it? Jerry, I want more than some Goddamn hand-job!"

She squeezed his crotch, hard.

Jerry gasped.

"I don't want to give you a hand-job, Jerry!" she said, fighting to keep from screaming her hungers at him. "I don't want to jack you off, do you hear me? I want… I want…"

She grabbed his shoulder with her other hand, holding his balls inside his pants with the other, and smashed her mouth onto his. She kissed her son deep and hard, then pulled back, but left her palm holding his balls.

"That's what I want, damn it!" she hissed. She began working at his pants, trying to open them. But he was squatting down, and it was difficult. "Stand up!"

Jerry stood, watching her with startled eyes, but making no move to prevent her from opening his pants. Debra jerked his belt open, then grabbed the zipper of his pants and pulled it down swiftly. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, squeezing his prick tightly.

"I want more than just giving you hand-jobs, Jerry," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want it all, every bit of it!"

"Mom, why didn't you tell me?" Jerry asked.

"Because this is wicked, Jerry!" she replied. "You're not supposed to… I'm not supposed to do this. But can't help it! I want to! I want to feel your cock, see it hard, play with it!"

Jerry stood with his cock in her hand, grinning happily. "I don't mind, Mom."

Debra pulled at her son's cock, stretching it, feeling his cock-shaft stiffen.