Immediately, she went to his room.

She had been right.

He had been jacking off.

The evidence was there.

A warm puddle of cum was on his sheet, and Peggy stood at the side of his bed, staring down at it. The sheets had always been moist before, as if he had tried to clean up after himself. But this time, he had not.

Peggy began to shake, her legs rubbery, as she gazed down at her son's jism. She balled her hands tightly, pressing them at her hips. She knew what she was going to do, and the very idea of it caused a ripple of wicked sensation roll along her flesh. This was her son… the juice of his young, hot balls.

Had he left his cum there deliberately, wanting her to find it?

Peggy leaned over, moving a hand toward the small puddle of cum. She ran her fingertip through it, feeling the slippery warmth. Her cunt began to pulsate, become wet again. Lifting her hand, she smelled, and her breath caught when her cunt suddenly sucked inward with tightness, her clit becoming inflamed.

She rubbed her wet finger on her bottom lip, and mewled softly. Her pink tongue slipped out slowly, and she tasted her lip. Peggy's eyes closed with dreamy desire as she licked lightly at her wet finger, tasting her son's cum. With a soft cry, she plunged the finger into her mouth and sucked it, pretending it was his cock. Then, with a sob of unrestrained delight, she jerked her skirt up and shoved her hand into her wispy pantes, her fingers drumming upon her sensitive clit. She lamed ever and shoved her tongue into the puddle cum, licking it up, tasting it, savoring and swallowing softly. She spread her thighs and stuffed two fingers into her cunt fucking it in and out as she neared her mouth against his sheet, sucking and licking at the cock cream her son had left there.

"Ooooohh," she whimpered, her pussy grabbing at her fingers as a hard, hot orgasm rippled through it. She pushed her face into the wetness as her cunt sucked and pulled at her fingers, her ass clenching with the power of her orgasm.