Maybe just a feel, she said to herself, her hand lifting and reaching. Just a quick feel of Jimmy's cock, then I'll go, and he will never know I had felt his sweet prick.

She halted her hand near his cock, watching his prick with eyes that were hot and again desperate. The need, the hunger, was there again. She lowered her hand, her palm barely grazing the moist head of his prick. She felt the fuck liquid smear into her hand.

And Carol's mind seemed to explode.

Her fingers closed about her son's cock and she very gently squeezed his prick. She could feel his cock throb between her fingers, and she could not resist a few pumping motions on his prick. It seemed as if Jimmy's cock grew harder as she jacked slowly and carefully up and down..

Then she was sitting on his bed..

Her fingers clung to her son's cock as she stared with glassy eyes. She felt his thigh

against hers, his flesh hot and exciting. She began to gasp with desire as her fist rode up and down her son's cock. She glanced at his smooth face, seeing him breathe evenly in sleep.

One taste, she said to herself. Just one taste of Jimmy's cock, then I leave for sure.

She leaned over him, the tip of her tongue between her bruised lips. She held his cock tightly now, the smooth head bulging from her fingers. Carol ran the tip of her tongue over his piss hole, tasting the bubbling fuck juices. The taste was sweet on her tongue, and a soft, very quiet whimper came from her sore throat. Her lips opened, and she had the head 6f her son's cock between them. But they hurt cracked at the corners from the brutal mouth-fuck Mike had given her.

Pulling her face up, holding it about six inches from her son's cock, she began to jack up and down his prick. Her left hand slipped up and cradled his balls. As she jerkily, but gently, jacked her son's cock, she fondled his balls, twisting and pulling them tenderly.