Claire stared at her son blankly with her hands returning to her hips. "Babe, I'm already topless."
Aaron shrugged. "Works for me." He unbuckled his pants and lowered the fly. Immediately the pressure began to ease on his c**k allowing a brief burst of fresh air to wash in from the fly of his boxers.
"Looks like you got yourself a monster hiding in there," she laughed trying to peek down her nose. "Come on, Aaron. Let Momma see!"
He hooked his thumbs into his jeans, grasping the boxers as well. "Okay," he said. "You asked for it." He pushed them down, both at once, and removed them from his feet. He sat before her wearing only his socks. His c**k was harder then ever before. Not knowing what else to do with his hands, he leaned back in the couch. His mother visually feasted on his hard
