Donny gasped at his mother's lewd words. His prick gave a last jerk of dwindling lust and a final jet of come burbled up out of the softening prick and dribbled across the boy's fingers.

"See, your cock knows a hot cunt sounds better than a hand job," Laurel teased, grinning.

Laurel's cunt was seething with need. She knew what she was going to do was awful, against every taboo in the book.

She thought about it and decided she didn't care. Her pussy was bubbling, the sexy black bikini bottom probably showed a thin line of growing wetness by now. Her nipples were standing out taut and tender against her flimsy cups, aching for a tender mouth upon their pinkness. She could never remember needing a fuck as badly as she needed one right now.

"Yeah, baby, I think that neat little fireplug of a cock of yours would fit real nice in a tight, hot little pussy," Laurel whispered softly, coming right up to the bed. "And I think I know where you can find one, if you're interested."

Staring down at her son, her deep blue eyes filled with passion, Laurel slowly licked the come off her fingers. With her free hand, she reached back and undid her top, her eyes never leaving Donny's.

"Holy… shit!" Donny gasped as he saw his mother lap the spunk off her hand like a cat cleaning a kitten's fur.

The big, round tits tumbled out of their enclosure and the boy's eyes grew even wider. His mother's tits were huge, even bigger than they had looked from a distance, now that they were bobbing and swaying naked above him. Her nipples were jutting out like tiny pink spouts, goose bumps of desire all around the extended tips.

"Like 'em?" Laurel asked in an excited whisper.

"G-God, yes!" Donny mumbled dumbly, his eyes transfixed by the gently bobbing treasures.

"Good," Laurel said softly, extending her hand. "Then follow me and I'll let you do anything you want with 'em!"