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As she stood in the bedroom doorway watching her son peel out of his clothes, Tracy Martin gave a shocked little gasp.
Clutching a forgotten load of laundry in her arms, she stared as young Dell threw off his shirt and tore his jeans down in a swift, determined motion, letting his stiff cock spring into the air.
“Oh my God!”
Tracy’s voice came out in a small, choked gasp when she saw his rigid young prick swing nakedly up above a hefty sagging ball-sac, surging from its downy nest of thick brown curls and wagging wildly out in front of him. He kicked the jeans aside and flopped onto his bed.
It had all happened too suddenly, before she could react. She’d walked into her son’s room without bothering to knock, without even the slightest thought of interrupting a scene like the one that met her now. Literally caught in mid-step, she could only stand there gawking with wide eyes as Dell reached down and grasped his engorged cock in a tight fist, “Oh, oh yeah! Yeah, yeah!”
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