The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gasp and lifted her eyes to his. Ted was looking at her now, his eyes unfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against her fingertips, and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had been fascinated with Fawn's beautiful titties, Joan now seemed fascinated with his cock and balls.

Joan's fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly up the underside of his throbbing cock. She was breathing hard as she watched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt the heat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching the swollen head, she swirled one around the smooth head and finally over the wetness of his piss-hole. Ted was shaking, making strangling sounds in his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed and stroked his hard cock.

Joan squatted at his side, her knees showing as her skirt slipped back. A few inches of her thighs could be seen, and Ted snuck peeks at them. Joan very lightly enclosed her son's cock with her fist, moving it up and down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful throbbing of it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.

Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twisting it. She squeezed her son's cock, feeling it swell and burn against her hand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted's cock, little squeals coming from her. Gripping Ted's cock tightly now, she pumped in short, jerky thrusts, watching his cock drip more and more. She licked her lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations of his cock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down, but she was so fascinated to be holding his cock she paid no attention to it.