"Oh, nice, Mom!"

Shellie twisted her hips lewdly.

"Why don't you take your shorts off for me?" she whispered, stepping out of the small bath and standing at the side of the bed.

Jay stripped his shorts off swiftly, his cock starting to lift again.

Shellie stared down at it, holding her gown up with one hand and running her fingers through the soft hair of her pussy. She didn't care if her son saw her clit now. She was so excited she could hardly stand it. She took hold of her son's hand, placing his palm against her thigh and drawing it upward to her hip. Then she grasped his cock and pumped it, feeling it swell into hardness.

"Ooooh, it's nice and hard again, darling," she cooed hotly, climbing onto the bed. "So very hard and… and hot!"

She straddled his legs, holding his balls in one hand, his cock in the other. She pressed her thighs against his and began to rub her juicy cunt on one of his knees. Jay felt it, and was holding his breath. He had never felt a cunt in his young life, but he loved the wet heat he was feeling on his knee. He pushed his knee at his mother's cunt, anxiously. Shellie grinned down at him as she felt the pressure. Rubbing her cunt along her son's knee, Shellie grasped his cock and jerked up and down, hissing and gurgling with delight.

"Baby, baby, baby," Shellie whispered hotly, sliding her wet, hairy cunt just past her son's knee. Her eyes smoldered with increasing desire as she pumped at his cock, rolling and twisting his balls tenderly. "You're so very big, Jay! So big and hard! Ooooh, honey, your balls feel so full! Is that for Mother, darling? Are your full balls for me?"

"Mom, please," Jay groaned, lifting his hips, pushing his cock into his mother's fist. "You're gonna make me come again if you keep that up!"

"But I want you to come again, darling," she purred, sliding her cunt along his thigh now, her knees pressing at his hips. "Mother wants you to come again, but this time…"