"It's… it's so big," she finally answered hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thicker than I ever imagined… and so hot. I can also feel it pulsing… like it has a heartbeat of its own."
She paused, breathing heavily as if continuing this was taking a big deal out of her. Julian waited patiently.
"And… it's heavy," she added shyly, her eyes dropping back to the massive organ in her hands. "So heavy and hard. The veins… they're bulging against my fingers. The head is so swollen and leaking… I can see it dripping because of me."
A broken little sob escaped her as she admitted it.
"Kraven… this is so wrong. I'm your mother. I shouldn't be saying these things while holding my own son's cock…"
"Ahh..." Julian groaned again, clearly aroused by her hesitant, taboo-filled words. His hand tightened slightly in her hair.
"Is mine bigger than Father's?"
