He removed his shin. His torso was lean and smooth, his belly hard and flat. Then he unfastened his jeans and tugged them down, stepping from them. Naked, he turned to face the mirror again. His huge cock came swinging around like the boom of a sailing ship aimed right at his mother's face.

Stepped up close to the full-length mirror, he began to hump his hips in a fucking motion, not yet touching his cock. His prick thrust up and down, towering from the solid sacs of his swollen balls.

Jenny whimpered at the sight.

Her son's cock was gigantic and well formed! The knob was a big, mushroom-shaped slab of flushed meat and the underside of his stalk was seamed by a thick, dark ventral vein, pulsing with his racing bloodstream.

Jenny's tongue tingled, her hands itched and her pussy steamed as she gazed at that splendid cock looming up so tantalizingly close to her face so close and yet so far, beyond her reach. The one-way mirrors were proving a voyeur's treat, bul a terrible frustration, too.

His back arched and he flipped his cock out. His meaty cock-knob bounced off the glass as his mother's tongue hit the other side of that surface.

Tommy stopped humping and stood, hands on hips, studying his cock and balls in the mirror. His knob was glowing like a lightbulb and, at the other end of the long, thick shaft, his cumbags were big as apples, inflating more every moment as his cum-load increased.

He cupped his balls in his left hand and wrapped his right hand around his cock-stalk. Aiming his cock-head at the looking glass, he gave his prick a slow stroke.

Jenny had her open mouth right up against the mirror, eager for him to spray it with his fuck-juice.

She was hoping that maybe she would get a chance to lick up his spunk after he had slimed on the looking glass and left his room. She felt pretty sure that Tommy would not be as neat as his sister, who'd licked her own mirror clean.