And she wanted more. Gail's brain was still reeling with desire. It would be much later before she'd be able to think clearly again, to appreciate and feel ashamed of the incredible sin she'd committed. All she knew was that she had to again feel her darling child's hard-on pounding deep inside her pussy.

Silently she slid closer to him, squirming down until her face was directly next to his crotch. Cheeks red with shame, Gail pushed her hand up his thigh and wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock.

Ray smiled knowingly and spread his thighs to accommodate her. He'd shot an enormous wad into her pussy and his prick had softened slightly. But Gail knew she wanted to. God, did she want to! Her mouth practically watered at the thought of ramming her son's over-sized prick down her gullet.

"Why don't you suck on it, Mom?" Ray murmured, as if reading her mind. "Here. Just rest your cheek on my stomach and put your mouth on it. It'll be easier for you that way."

Gail was too ashamed to speak. She did as her boy asked, squirming her cheek on his sweaty belly and staring straight down at the bulbous knob of his cock.

At the mere thought of getting his prick sucked by his mother, Ray felt his prick get as stiff as stone. Gail opened her mouth and slid her cheek down farther, moaning with shame and lust as she took the rest several inches of Ray's hard-on between her lips.

She wrapped her mouth tightly around it, swirling her tongue around the velvety knob to savor the taste of his cockmeat. It was absolutely delicious. She'd grown to love mouthing her late husband's prick in the later years of her marriage, but his cock had never tasted this good.

Clamping her lips in a wet circle around the swollen trunk of his cockmeat, Gail forgot her shame as she started sucking her own son's cock. Her hand slid greedily over his crotch, fondling his furry, huge ball bag one moment, then gliding up to again tightly grip the root of his prick.