Can't speak

Luke couldn't say anything. His mind was racing at the possibilities. He could keep the picture and his mom was stroking his dick.

"Well, silence means consent," said Claire as she dropped to her knees before her son and in the same motion pulled Luke's shorts and underwear down to his ankles.

Luke's cock sprang free and smacked Claire in the cheek. Pre-cum from Luke's cockhead smeared her cheek.

"Mmmm, someone is an eager beaver," purred Claire as she began running her hands up Luke's stomach to his chest feeling his exposed skin. "Take off your shirt."

Luke did as he was told and stripped himself naked. He lifted his feet out of his shorts and underwear. His cock bobbed as he did so and there he was, completely naked in front of his towel clad mother.

"Good boy," said Claire only inches from her son's dick. Her warm breath washed over Luke's dick. Each time she breathed and each breath she could smell the musky scent of her son's crotch. She might actually enjoy blowing her Luke, thought Claire to herself.

Luke whimpered as Claire stopped stroking her son and stood up.

"Don't worry, baby," said Claire stepping back from Luke. "Mommy Will be right back so don't you or that delicious cock of yours go anywhere."