His cockhead was fat and luscious-looking and the slit at the tip was brimming with clear cockjuice.

It seemed like a dream. Was this really her holding Ken's meaty prick in her hand?

He groaned. "Oh, Jesus, Mom…"

"Go on, baby. Come if you want. I don't mind. Don't hold back. Just let it happen."

And happen it did. The boy made a croaking sound and jerked his ass off the bed and started coming.

The hot jism foamed out of his cockhead, spurted and foamed out of his pisshole to fall on Brenda's hand.

She never let go of his prick. She knew how to drain a man's nuts with her fingers. She continued pumping and stroking his prick until she was sure she had all the jism milked out of his balls.

She was certain this had to be the most exciting moment of her life.

She looked at Ken and smiled and said, "That's lovely, honey. That's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen."

The boy looked at her and groaned. He raised his head and looked down at her hand as she continued stroking his prick.

Brenda could feel some heft in his cock again. She still had his jism on her hand and here he was getting hard again.

His cock was lovely.

Seven inches. He had to have at least seven inches. He had a thick veiny cockshaft and a lovely set of pink balls.

It was the sort of prick women dream about.

It was the cock she herself had dreamt about for years.

Well, it's happened, she thought. Here she was with Ken's cock in her hand, his meaty prick stiff and throbbing under her fingers.

He had another come in him, maybe not a full load of jism, but whatever was in there would come out sweet and thick and she had to have it.

With a soft moan she lowered her head and closed her mouth over his fat cockhead.

Ken gasped. His eyes rolled back and he made a snorting sound.