"Holy God!" the boy breathed reverently, his rapt gaze telling his mother that she was the first naked woman her son had ever beheld outside the pages of a men's magazine.

Relishing every thrilling second of it, Laurel put one foot on the bed, her cunt opening wide as she split her legs. The sensuous blonde moved one hand up to her nipples and began teasing them to their full, throbbing glory as her other hand stole downward. Laurel winked at her son and plunged one finger up into her pussy, working it in and out with a squishy, regular cadence that excited them both almost beyond endurance.

"Do you… do you… like me?" Laurel teased in a low, throaty whisper, her own arousal so complete that she was in danger of coming right there in front of him without his even touching her.

Donny groaned and reached for his twitching cock, his hand stopping to hover just above it, as though he knew it would shoot off the second he actually touched it. His eyes pleaded with Laurel.

"P-Please, Mama… show me!" Donny breathed in agony. "Show me how to… to… DO it!"

Laurel smiled and stopped stroking herself. She got onto the bed and moved toward him.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, darling," she promised the turned on boy with a sigh filled with desire. "That's just exactly what I'm going to do. Just relax and hold back. Don't think about coming, and you won't. Just lay back and do what Mama tells you. I'll take care of everything!"

Donny nodded dumbly. He didn't move. His eyes stayed wide and expectant as his mother moved over him, her big tits dangling down like the swollen tips of twin blimps. Her pinkish-red nipples jutted out like spires of lust.