"No harm in getting dressed in front of me, Mom!" Johnny grinned. "Come on. I won't touch you. I just want to watch!"

There was a long silence. Betty suddenly decided to do as he ask. She was, she told herself, tired of arguing with him. And if he really wanted to look at her body so badly, she might as well give him the thrill.

"All right, Johnny," Betty said, sighing. "If you really insist on acting like a horny, little boy, I suppose I'll have to treat you like one."

Acting as nonchalant as possible, Betty let the towel drop to the floor. Johnny groaned. His mother's tits were nearly as big as baby water melons – huge, firm sponge-melons encased in soft, cream-white flesh.

Her luscious tits quivered slightly every time. Betty moved. She flushed as she realized how stiffly her nipples were, how appetizing her fat, distended, rubbery tit-buds were.

Johnny continued to groan softly under his breath. His gaze moved up his mother's long, perfectly formed legs, pausing for a long time on the rich, fleecy, light-brown cunt-bush curling on her lower belly. Her waist was small, and her belly was soft and plump rounded in a girlish way. Little drops of water from her shower continued to slide down Betty's body making her smooth, creamy flesh seem even more desirable than before.

"All right, Johnny," Betty said. She stood brazenly facing him, conscious of the illicit, giddy excitement she felt as she allowed her son to stare openly at her naked from. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it? Are you satisfied now? Would you please leave my room and let me get dressed in peace?"

"Oh, shit," Johnny groaned.

Then her son shocker her. Leaning against the wall, staring intently at his mother's giant tits and hairy pussy, her horny son suddenly un did his belt buckle and yanked down his zipper. Betty gaped at him inspeechless horror as her child suddenly hauled out his huge, rock-hard cock, letting his massive shaft of fuck meat twitch and pulse luridly straight before him.