Patty instantly saw that she was wrong. Walter's prick was huge. Stiffly the long, fat cock meat shaft rose out of his cock curls, at least nine inches long and as thick around as her wrist. The cock knob was as big as a small apple, bloated deep red and glistening with oozing cock cream. Instantly the divorce, sexually-frustrated mother felt a shameful new craving throbbing in her cunt. She had never imagined that seeing her own son's stiff prick would make her pussy feel so wet and hot.

"All right, Walter. Stop it right now!"

Walter raised his head and finally saw that his mother was with him in the room. He sighed, releasing his big cock and folding his hands behind his head. He made no effort to cover his fuck organ, and the giant cockshaft continued to buck and pulse over his stomach. Patty sat beside her child on the bed, trying not to stare at his cock. She felt her nipples stiffening and poking through the work shirt. She wished she'd worn a bra to prevent her enormous tits from jiggling in front of her son.

"Since when did you start barging in on me when my door's locked?" Walter grumbled. "Can't I even have some privacy?"

"You know perfectly well I was knocking a moment ago. I think that's sufficient justification for using the key. Walter, you know this is something we need to talk about. All you ever do these days is jerk off. It's not normal. You're not going to develop normally if you spend all your time rubbing your cock and making it come."

"I can't help it," Walter grinned. "My cock gets hard, and I feel like rubbing it. What's wrong with that?"

"Don't you know any young girls who could…" Patty blushed, stopping short of telling her son to find a horny girl to fuck, "… who could help you think more about normal things?"

"You mean like fucking?" Walter's grin broadened. "Shit, Mom, I fuck a lot of girls. If you want, I can bring one home tomorrow and fuck her right here. I just like rubbing my prick a lot. It feels good."