He was awake now, staring at his mother. But Carol continued to grip his cock tightly, her fist still moving.

"Mom!" Jimmy gasped finally.

"Shhh!" she hissed at him. "Be quiet, baby.

Carol gazed at the come juice on his body, and, with a throaty cry, shoved her face down into it. She smeared her cheeks, her nose, her chin; into the come juice, some of it getting into her apricot-colored hair. But she didn't care; she loved the slippery feel of her son's come juice all over her face. Her tongue fucked out and she tasted his jism. The taste of his come juice sent a wild burning sensation through her body. She trembled and her cunt was exploding. She turned loose of her son's balls and shoved her fist against the towel, grinding her hand against her convulsing cunt, whimpering hotly as she lapped her tongue, and she ran her hand up his body to caress his hairless chest, soothing him.

After a while she sat up, cupped his cock and balls in one hand, giving him a tender squeeze. Jimmy was looking at her with huge eyes.

"Don't be mad, baby," she murmured. "I couldn't help it. Please, Jimmy, don't be ashamed of me."

"I'm not, Mom," he replied. "I just don't understand why you did this to me."

"Just accept it, honey. I don't understand it myself, not really. But I can't… can't help myself!"

Jimmy sat up in the bed, looking at his mother. She searched his face in the darkness and saw only love there.

Getting to her feet, she pulled at his hand. "Come with me, Jimmy."

He followed her as she took him to her bedroom. She turned and looked at him. His head was level with her shoulders, and his eyes reflected excitement. He could see the way his mother's tits arched against the towel, and her legs were fully revealed to him. Carol stood and let her son look, her eyes fixed upon that delicious cock of his, still sticking from the side of his shorts. His prick was lifting up swelling into hardness again.