Tony grinned at her. "I understand more than you think. Mom. I walk around with a hard-on most of the time and…"

"Don't say that!" she gasped. "What's wrong with saying I have a hard-on, Mom? I do, almost all the time. I can't stand it, and I jerk off so much, it's a wonder I have strength for school. Yes, I understand better than you think, Mom."

"Tony, please don't use such language." Tony stood up, arching his hips forward. His cock pulsed in his pants. "See what I mean, Mom? I've got a hard-on right now just from watching you come down the stairs. I guess you don't know I can see way up your dresses on those stairs, but I can. I look all the time."

He staffed toward her.

"Tony, stay away from me."

He ignored her and stood a foot or so away, his cock pushing out, outlined fully. Janice stared at it. She licked her lips and a soft moan came from her as burning sensations rippled through her cunt.

"Mom, we've already done it, so what's wrong with doing it again?" he asked.

"I'm your mother," she said weakly, still staring at his cock.

"And I love you," be said, "but I still have a hard-on looking at you and I want some more pussy, Mom."

Heat filled Janice, and she didn't resist when her son pulled her leg from under her body, then pushed her knees open. His hands on her, knees burned hotly, and when he leaned down and began pushing his hands up her thighs, Janice let out a soft whimper, beginning to shiver. His hands on her satiny thighs excited her, and she almost flung her legs wide open for him.

Tony's fingers moved under her dress.

His cock throbbed. A tremor went through her, then she moaned. Her right hand lifted and slipped between her son's thighs, cupping his balls.

"We shouldn't do this," she said in a whispery voice, squeezing his balls gently.

"We both want to," he said, pushing one hand between her legs and cupping her pantied cunt. "We both need it, Mom."