His finger entered her cunt.

"Tommy!" she gasped, and her hips jerked upward.

Tommy was mouthing her tit greedily now, not trying to control himself. He thrust his finger deeply into his mother's cunt, then pulled it out, and plunged it back in again. Sherri sobbed, but it was with ecstasy, and her hips moved,.lifting and lowering to the rhythm of his stabbing finger. Her clit bulged tightly, and her son's finger seemed to rub up and down it as he finger-fucked her, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

"Ooooohhh, Tommy!" she sobbed, her hips arching to his finger. "Oh, this isn't… ahhhh! Please, don't do… that… anymore!"

But her son relentlessly probed her cunt with his darting finger, greedily sucking at first one tit, then the other. He made wet sounds with his mouth and.finger, his naked body shaking with urgent desire. Sherri pushed one hand to his, intending to shove his finger out of her cunt, but instead placed it over his, pushing it deeper as she arched her hips, her legs parting a little.

"Tommy!" she cried out frantically, pushing hard at his hand now, clamping her knees tightly.

She squealed throatily, her cunt gripping his finger as sweet contractions exploded inside her. She was coming, and had been unable to prevent it her son's finger had made her come… and it was so good.

"That's enough, honey. Please, no more."

But Tommy paid no attention. He was still sucking at her tits, still moving his finger in and out of her soaked cunt. With a low sob, Sherri's legs fell apart, and she was once more pushing at his hand, lifting her crotch. She cried out as the sensations grew again.

Her other hand moved, and before Sherri knew it, she was gripping her son's quivering cock. She clenched it hard, making her son gasp about her tit. Her fingers flexed, squeezing his prick as he kept up his relentless finger-fucking.