She lifted his hand upward. Tommy gasped when his mother placed it on her tit.

Peggy felt his hand shaking on her tit. Now she lightly closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it pulsate with heat though his pants. She increased the pressure until she was squeezing Tommy's prick. As her fingers closed tighter around his cock, his hand closed tighter on her tit.

Peggy could hardly stand, her legs feeling like rubber. She breathed deeply, her emotions soaring. She pulled her son's other hand up to her tit, and he stood clasping both. She massaged his cock with tight squeezes, her tits throbbing beneath his hands as she began to gasp for air.

"Oh, Tommy!" she cried softly. Then, feverishly, she began to yank at his belt and fly. "Tommy, baby… oh, God, darling!"

Tommy's pants dropped, but not below his hips. His cock jutted out with a powerful hardness, the swollen head twitching up and down. He clung to his mother's tits even as she stepped back to look down between them.

Peggy stared.

Her son's cock surprised her with its thick length and the swollen roundness of the head. She had not expected his cock to be so large. He was, to her, still a little boy, but he had a man-sized cock.

Tommy's cock looked gorgeous, truly gorgeous. She felt her hand itching to touch it, feel it, play with it. But all she could do was watch it jerk up and down. She saw the wetness glistening on the small slit of his pisshole, and she felt the strangest urge to lick the juices away.

"Ohhh, baby," she moaned as she tested the hardness.

"Mom, does this mean…" Tommy groaned, unable to finish.

Peggy couldn't answer him, either. All she could do was stand there shaking, holding his cock, squeezing it, while he clung to her tits. Her cunt was throbbing. She felt the wetness of her pussy seep against the crotch of her panties, and her ass was bunching up as she squeezed her thighs together. Tommy's cock felt as if it burned her hand.