She hesitated, then obeyed, moving further up his thigh. Her knuckles brushed something between his legs. It was warm. She realized she'd made contact with his scrotum.
Feeling his mom gently brush against his aching balls, Ben's c**k pulsed powerfully. The small towel finally slid away, falling off the side of the table completely.
Tiffany froze, staring at Ben's leaping, throbbing, enormous c**k. It was now completely exposed to her. She felt nervous, which turned to anxiety, then excitement, all in the course of a few seconds. It was long and thick; it looked like a big, sexy piece of meat. It had perfect, smooth skin and a couple of blue-tinted veins that ran up and around the center. There was a string of clear precum falling upside-down from the tip, dangling down onto his stomach.
