Marty's cock squirted.

Joan felt his thick come juice as it splashed against the velvety walls of her churning cunt. She gave a yelp of delight and began to grind in a frenzy against him, Joan's cunt drained her son's cock, sucking and nibbling until Marty was shaking, his legs very weak.

Slowly and gently, Joan pulled her hairy cunt from her son's prick. She gazed down, seeing the glistening beauty of his cock. She cradled his cock and balls in her hand. "That was just getting good, Marty. Want to do it again?"

"Oh, yes, Mom!"

"Then come with me," she said, turning him loose and taking his hand instead. With her panties, now shredded, still dangling at her knees, she pulled her son into her bedroom.

Marty, of course, had been inside his mother's bedroom many times. Now, however, there was a difference. He saw his reflection in the mirror, his cock and balls dangling from his pants. Joan watched her son, amused, as he looked at himself.

"Now you know the reason for the mirrors, don't you?"

"The reason?" he asked.

"So we can watch," she replied. "Wouldn't you like to watch while we do it?"

A grin split his young face as understanding came to him. "Hey, that's great, Mom!"

"I thought you'd like that," she laughed sensuously. She pulled her torn panties from her knees, tossing them over the pillows of the bed. "Those panties are no good now, I suppose."

She saw that his cock was beautifully hard again. That pleased her. She stood next to her son, taking his cock in her fist and jacking on his prick, both of than looking at their reflections in the mirror.

"Marty, you don't feel bad about this, do you?" she asked. "I don't want you to be ashamed, honey."

"Gosh, Mom," he groaned, "I love it!"

She squeezed his cock. "Good! Because I love it, too! And right now, you climb on the bed. But take your pants down first; I like it better when skin is against skin."