He let go of her hand, and she started pumping his cock. It was sweet torment. His prick was big, hard, and eager, and it would have taken just one word to have it in her cunt. That was where she craved it, crammed to the hilt in her cock-starved pussy-hole, reaming deep and hard. She was almost moaning with frustration.

But Dane was enjoying himself. He folded his arms behind his head and watched her with a horny grin.

"Yeah, that feels good, Mom!" he panted. "Keep doing it, get me off. You ever do this for ol' Craig? Or doesn't he believe in this, either?"

"Dane, what Craig and I do in private is really none of your business!" Jodie said, blushing.

He gave her a maddening grin.

"I bet you don't do much," he chuckled. "Jesus, Mom, it must really be frustrating going out with the guy. You think he'll finally marry you?"

"I don't know," Jodie sighed. "Craig believes in taking his time to make important decisions."

"Sounds like a really wild and crazy guy," Dane said. "Do it to me a little faster, Mom. Oh, yeah, that's great!"

Blushing hotly, Jodie moved her fist faster up and down her son's throbbing cock. His prick was rock-hard and thick, just like his father's. Even after so many years away from Larry, she could remember just what his cock looked like. It was a beauty, and so was their son's.

She didn't know how she managed to get him off without moaning in frustration. The whole time, she was creaming like mad, her thick and sticky cunt-juices pouring out and soaking her swollen cunt-sut. She would have given anything to be taking her son's massive hard-on in her seething cunt.

But she didn't think she could live with the guilt of fucking her own kid. Surely she couldn't be horny enough to do that.