"Okay, great." Ben hit the record button and sat down on the couch.
After a few seconds, Tiffany came into the picture. She approached him directly and smiled before setting the bottle down and kneeling into position. Tiffany straightened up tall and seemed to offer her t**s up to her son and the camera's view, still technically clothed in the revealing tube top.
"You're still in your towel, Benny! We're going to have to get you out of that."
"Okay, Mom." Ben relaxed as his mom loosened and unwrapped the towel.
His thick c**k sprang up like a time-lapse tree. It rose stoutly, completely hard.
Tiffany let the towel fall aside and took a moment to gaze at her son's big, fat c**k. Ben saw that she licked her lips.
"My goodness, Benny! You do need some help!"
She tentatively pinched at
