Tiffany replied, "Oh. That's nice too." Ben could see a hint of disappointment on his mother's face.

"Your idea is sexier, for sure." Ben was leering at Tiffany now. His look was not playful or friendly but lustful and serious.

"Let's clean up." Tiffany closed her book and cleared their plates. Ben loaded the dishwasher and the two worked quietly in the kitchen until the mess from breakfast was cleaned and everything set back in place. They shared an energy of purpose.

As they finished, standing in the kitchen, Ben faced his mom; his prodigious erection at full length. Tiffany looked down at her son's cock, straining under the fabric...