Steve's cock throbbed so sweetly between her lips, so deliciously. Mary didn't think of anything except the feeling that raced through her body, the way her lips burned against his prick. She began to race her mouth up and down his cock, hungry with passion. She was not holding his balls now. She had moved until she knelt between his thighs, her hands clinging to his hips as she bobbed her beautiful face up and down, her lips sucking greedily.

Mary wanted his cock desperately, wanted to take his prick into her throat as far as she could. She thrilled to have his cock against her throat, with her lips tight against the base, that wiry hair tickling them. Her throat burned with erotic ecstasy and her cunt continued going through that series of wild, ecstatic orgasms. She clung to her son's hips with tight fingers, as if afraid he would evaporate, disappear in a misty fog. If it was a dream, she didn't want it to end.

She was aware of her son's moaning, of his grunting words, but none of them made sense to her. Mary's mind was vacant as she sucked greedily on the throbbing hardness of his cock. Whatever he was saying didn't matter. Not now. She swayed her bikinied ass gently as her head bobbed, her lips sucking hotly. Her tongue fluttered and licked as beads of precious juice bubbled from his piss hole and over her tongue.

Steve was twisting his hips about, arching his cock up as she went down with her mouth. She didn't mind his movement; it increased her hunger. She squealed around his prick as she sucked in a hot frenzy, mindless to everything except her erotic enjoyment.

Mary's long, shining hair danced and bounced over her son's thighs as she swiftly sucked up and down. She was vaguely aware that he was holding her head, urging her to suck even faster. Then, his hands were on her cheeks, and she thought he was trying to shove her mouth away. But Mary wasn't going to allow that. Her cunt was bursting with the most delicious orgasms ever, and she didn't want them to stop.