Mom frowns, confused I guess about who is becoming the master in this situation.

"It's okay," I say.

"Nuh-uh," says Rebecca. "You? Over on the couch and get that dick out."

And that's it. I do what I'm told, pants around my ankles and cock poking at my chest, balls already tightening as I spread my knees wide at her imagined command.

Mom's eyes are darting between my hardness and Rebecca's face, watching and waiting.

"It's fine, Carol," Rebecca says. "You can stare at it. James says you love it. Do you love your son's long fat cock?"

"Yes, I do," my mother says shamefacedly.

"I guess you weren't shitting...