That's when it struck me this couldn't just be an act, it couldn't be. My mother was really into this. I was as well; if I didn't want this my cock wouldn't be ready to pop. Had all this come from last night's little rehearsal or was Uncle's theory right? That all sons and mothers had a deep seeded attraction for each other?

"Well?" Mom blew on my cock again.

"Tell her what you want Ryan." Uncle called out, then softening his voice added, "Please."

As much as I wanted it, I didn't share my mother's motivation of dirty talking. I recalled the porn I'd watched earlier and staring at...