That had been in high school, and she'd long ago lost count of the number of eager boys and men she'd blown before graduating. She probably would have continued to suck a different prick a day if she hadn't finally met Joe, now her ex-husband.

Sandra simply had to find out if her boy was hung like Joe had been. She'd been embarrassed, in recent months, by the fact that she was always staring at Tommy's crotch, wondering how big a cock he packed behind his zipper. She'd even begun sneaking around the house late at night, standing outside his door and listening, hoping that she'd hear him jacking on his stiff prick.

Tommy was an almost compulsive jack-off, addicted to pumping his prick several times a day. He usually jacked off in the morning, and often in the afternoon, then always at night before going to bed. Sandra felt her cunt throbbing as she listened now, hearing the bed springs squeaking faster and faster.

She heard Tommy groan. That did it. Red-faced with shameful desire, Sandra stood straight and put her hand on the doorknob. She turned it as silently as she could, then threw the door open, knowing that she was taking the fateful step in the beginning an incestuous relationship with her son.

Tommy was naked. He sprawled on his back on the bed, his thighs spread and shaking slightly, his hand at his crotch. Ringing out of his fist was an enormous prick, and even longer and fatter pussy-pleaser than Sandra had dreamed of seeing in her wildest fantasies.

"Oh, fuck!" Sandra whispered.

That was when Tommy realized he wasn't alone. The red-haired youth's face froze in an expression of fear. His hand stopped moving on his gigantic prick as his mother swiftly crossed the bedroom, standing beside the bed and staring hungrily down at his prick.

"M-Mom!" Tommy sputtered helplessly.