Not even fully hard I was barely able to grasp it as I took it out of its confines. It had to 8.5 inches and with a beautiful mushroom head and about ...7 inches around. I took his head into my mouth as I proceeded to pull his pants and underwear down over his butt so I could free his balls that I wanted to suck on also. He smelled clean like he hadn’t been out of the shower long. I then proceeded to my best at taking this monster of a cock into my mouth. I used one hand to gently play with his. I have to admit, however, that I am a little prejudiced, because he is my son. I have watched him grow from a scrappy little k*d into the teen stud that he is and I have been proud of him every step of the way. Greg is a soccer player. I have attended all his games and have marveled at how all that running and kicking have helped him to develop beautiful, well muscled legs and a perfect butt. His blond hair and blue eyes, his dimples, and his smile would melt even the hardest heart. It is hard. Lacy headed to our bathroom to shower and as I walked into my room I was still anticipating that mom may be sitting on one of our beds waiting to scold us, but no one was there. I laid in bed starting to second guess myself… could it have been something else I saw move? But we didn’t have pets, and unless a burglar snuck in, saw us having sex, and then turned and left without making another noise, the only option was that it was mom. The spot I saw the movement was even in front of her door!. Lifting the pack to his mouth he grabbed the cigarette between his lips and replaced the pack. His lighter snicked as he thumbed the wheel. Squinting against the glare, he touched the flame to the tip of the cigarette. He drew his breath in, the tip of the cigarette flaring briefly before morphing into a dull orange coal. He pulled the smoke deep into his lungs, holding it, savoring it, before exhaling. As he looked across the street at her brightly lit form, he brought his beer.