She inched closer, her body now squarely between his legs. Tiffany observed her son as he sat comfortably, naked, holding his towering cock in one hand. It loomed before her, thick and stout. Below the fat base of his penis, Ben's heavy balls rested on the couch cushion. Tiffany moved her gaze to meet his eyes, then at his dick, then back to his eyes again. Switching back-and-forth as if caught in some inner quandary. Tiffany's mouth was watering. She wanted his penis in her mouth. Part of her was hoping that was the idea he had in mind.

Ben continued to explain the scene, wielding his monumental erection. He...