"They're finished," he said in a choking voice.

"I'm not," she whispered at his ear, darting her tongue into it. "I'm not finished yet, darling."

She turned him, moving her son toward his bed. He sat down and she dropped to her knees before him. Spreading his legs, she grasped his cock once more, and as Ted lay back, Joan leaned down and kissed one thigh. She jerked and pumped on his cock, sucking at his flesh, her tongue swirling about the sensitive inner surface of her son's leg. Her husband had enjoyed this very much, and she knew her son would, too.

Squeezing his cock as she pumped it, Joan breathed hotly as her tongue moved upward, licking and tasting his young, firm thigh flesh. She wasn't sure just how far she would go but at the moment she was prepared to go all the way with her tongue.

"What… what are you gonna do, Mom?" Ted asked in a voice that sounded strangled.

"Hush," she whispered. "Just enjoy it, honey."

She jerked on his prick as her tongue moved from thigh to thigh, now halfway up them. Her cunt was fiery and wet as she licked and sucked at the flesh of his legs, her hand moving up and down his beautifully hard cock. Although it was dark in the room, with only enough light to make out indistinct details, Joan could see her son's balls a few inches from her face. She gave a whimpering sound and stroked her tongue about his balls, causing her son to jerk with unexpected pleasure. The sounds of his panting breath excited her, letting her know she was providing a great deal of ecstasy for him.