"Your what?" She breathed her heated breath across his crown while her hands cupped his cheeks. "Your throbbing, hard dick?"

"Yes!" he exhaled as her hands slid along his hips.

"Your cock?" Her hands crept closer.

"Yes! Grab my cock, Mom! Please!"

She smiled. "Good boy," she said as she snaked her fingers up and around his tool. Aaron's eyes almost popped out of his skull as she squeezed him gently.

"Holy shit!" he gasped as her delicate hand latched on to his tool. His legs quivered harshly, causing him to stumble backwards. His calves bumping hard into the coffee table, yet he somehow managed to keep from falling.

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