Donny got up off the bed and put his hand in his mother's. Nervously, they made their way down the hall to Laurel's room, both of them trembling with lust, excitement, and the added zest of knowing what they were about to do was considered wrong by almost everyone.

"If you're gonna be a man," Laurel explained, taking her naked son into her arms as they got inside her bedroom. "Then I guess it's okay for me to show you how to be a man, isn't it?"

Their lips came together before Donny could stammer an answer. They pressed their bodies close, Donny gasping at the feel of his mother's big tits mashing into his chest, their hot little nipples burning against his bare skin like a pair of glowing coals.

Laurel was still slightly taller than the gangly youngster and she had to bend her head a little to press her hot, willing lips to his. She didn't mind a bit. The heady thrill of kissing, really kissing her handsome young son had her mind reeling and her cunt pumping. She squished her tits into him and opened her lips, her tongue wriggling against his closed mouth, seeking entry.

Donny opened his mouth, sighing as his mother thrust her tongue inside and explored the roof of his mouth and all around his tongue inside the boy's cheeks. Hot, sweet saliva, fresh from Laurel's mouth, splashed everywhere and Donny sighed deeply and grew bolder, his arms tightening around his mother, pulling her in closer.

The boy's tongue went as rigid as the cock Laurel could feel pressing against her bare thigh. The panting older woman sucked hard on the boy's tongue, imagining it was his prick, licking and nibbling at the smooth, wet tongue as she moved her compressed lips up and down its firm stalk.

Donny quivered in his mother's arms, excited beyond anything he had ever imagined in his wildest jerk-off fantasies. His cock jumped against his mother's velvety flesh, threatening to unload its spunk before she even touched it.