Tiffany cringed after saying that. 'I sound like a high school student.' She ogled her son's bare c**k. He looked like he was ready to explode.
Ben felt his c**k surge even harder as it jutted out of his boxers. 'Damn, I must be dreaming.'
In a flash, Ben was standing and peeling off his shirt. "That's a great idea, Mom." He quickly slid his boxers off and kicked them out of the way.
Tiffany took a moment to admire his abdomen muscles.
Ben looked down at his seated, barely clothed mother and smiled, hands on his hips with his c**k towering out at her.
"Ok, your turn!"
"Okay, but could you do something to help me? I would be more comfortable if the camera was on the tripod as if we were shooting a scene. You don't have to record anything. I just... I don't know..."
The camera request
