He was an awfully good-looking youth. He was tall, muscular and athletic, and Lana had often caught herself glancing at the promising cock-bulge in the crotch of Richie's pants. Did Richie, she wondered, fantasize about gripping pussies as much as she longed for huge, thrusting cocks? And had he ever entertained fantasies of fucking his own mother's cunt?

It was a good thing that they had to live with Vivian and Donald now, Lana reflected, as she finished stripping off her clothes. In the past month she'd had more and more fantasies of fucking her own son.

There was a tall mirror on the wall between the beds. Naked, Lana smiled at her reflection. It would have been, she knew, no trouble to seduce Richie, or any other man. Lana glided her fingers up her long, slender thighs, touching her lithe hips and the hairy mound of her pussy.

She sighed as she cupped and hefted her enormous tits, milking the spongy flesh between her fingers, admiring her own fat, red nipples. Her physical structure was delicate and feminine, but her tits were… huge.

Lost in her thoughts, Lana put on a skimpy bathrobe and walked to the door of the bathroom. She was so distracted that she didn't think of knocking first. Instead, she just barged in, catching her teenaged son just as he was stepping out of the motel shower.

"Richie!" Lana gasped. "Oh, my God!"

Gaping at her in shock, Richie dropped the towel and stood naked before his mother, dripping water on the tiled floor. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and Lana felt herself flushing too.

There was a long, tense silence. Helplessly, Lana found herself lowering her eyes to her son's cock. Then her eyes opened very wide and she felt an irresistible heat pounding through her cunt. Richie's cock was half stiff. Lana didn't know if he'd been jacking off in the shower, or if he'd just been having horny thoughts. It didn't matter. His prick was huge.