She knelt before her son and fondled his cock, mewling softly. She stroked and squeezed his prick, jacked up and down on his cock. She caressed his hairless balls, tugging them tenderly. When she lowered her head and kissed his cock, the tip of her tongue barely brushing about the piss hole, Paul laughed and told her how good that felt.

His cock remained hard a long time, and Donna realized her son was not yet able to come off, that fact played a major part in her decision not to fuck him then. However, she loved feeling his cock and balls, his tight ass. And he loved it when she took his prick into her hot, wet mouth and sucked. Being curious, Paul wanted to see his mother's body, too.

Donna, flushed with increasing desire, complied quite willingly.

She stood up before him in the bathroom and lifted her skirt to her waist. She was wearing panties then. They were tight, the bikini variety. The shadow of her cunt hair was seen by Paul. The crotch of her panties molded and outlined her puffy cunt lips. She stood and held her skirt high and glowed with delicious pleasure as he looked at her as he sat on the toilet with his cock standing up beautifully hard. She stood with her feet spread apart slightly, her hips arched forward.

"Touch me if you want, darling," she told her son.

His eager hand brushed up between her thigh, she began to shiver with delight. He probed and felt at her panty crotch with his palm, laughing because she was hot and wet there. Paul used both hands to feel his mother up, stroking at her covered pussy with both hands, moving them about as she told him where it felt best to be touched. As he felt her cunt, Donna watched her son's throbbing cock jerk about.