Then, with a faint shudder, she lowered her ass. Their fingers came out of her cunt with a moist sound. Sherri wanted to close her legs, but they felt rubbery, too weak to move. Her cunt kept pulsating from the intensity of her two orgasms.
Her hand fell away from his softening cock, and Tommy sat on his heels, hands resting on his knees, gulping in air. His fingers, drenched with the juices of her coot, glistened in the light. Sherri lifted her head and looked down at her body. His come-juice sparkled on her flesh, her belly button filled with it. It ran over her hip to the satin sheet, and she thought she could feel it blister her skin.
They looked at each other, a bit shyly.
"Lie down," Sherri whispered, pulling her son.
Tommy lay down with her. Sherri wrapped an arm around his waist, pushing her pointy tits against her son's back.
She held him, her eyes closed, trying to understand how this had happened between them. She could have stopped it, she knew. She could have stopped it after her first orgasm with his fingers. But she had become hungry for more, without trying to control it. She knew she should feel ashamed of herself, yet she didn't.
She listened to her son's breathing level out, and knew he was sleeping now. She hugged him lightly, inhaling his youthful fragrance. She kissed his hair, and caressed her hand up and down his stomach and chest. Her hand moved lower, and she stopped when she realized where it was going.