"I want a cock so bad I can taste it," she said, her eyes widening with horror.

"Taste it?" Mike repeated, his eyes drilling into hers.

"Can I see your prick?" Gina asked, her voice barely audible over the thundering in her ears.

As if in a dream, Mike began undressing. When he was down to his socks and shorts, a glistening band of sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. Quickly he pulled off his socks, then yanked his jockey shorts down. As he did, his massive cock slapped upward, hitting his stomach.

"My God!" Gina gasped, locking her eyes on his cock. "It's… it's huge!"

Again Mike turned red with embarrassment. What was he doing, for Christ's sake? Standing in front of his mother, naked as a jay-bird, and with a boner like he couldn't remember.

"Let me… touch it," Gina said, sitting up on the bed and extending her hands. "Come here."

The distance from the door to the bed seemed a mile to Mike. And as he neared he felt his balls rumble dangerously, as if they would explode. He tightened the muscles at the base of his throbbing cock, but it only made the ache worse.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Gina whispered, grasping his shaft. "You're as big as your father. Mmmmmmm, maybe even a little bigger."

Although she was still horrified with what she was doing, she couldn't stop. Not now!

Nothing seemed to matter but that monstrous prick, the heady aroma of his firm, young body. The back of her throat constricted.

"I want you!" she murmured, moving her face toward his crotch and parting her lips. "I'm going to eat your cum and drink it down."

"Mom… this isn't right," Mike whispered, trying to make some sense of the situation. Sure, they were both horny, but she was his mother! "We can't," he added weakly, knowing they would.

Gina gently stuck her tongue against the ball of his cock, savoring the smell of dried piss and jism. Slowly she pulled down the rubbery foreskin and opened her mouth wider, slipping her lips over his cock head.