"Ohhh, yes, darling!" Brenda sobbed in pleasure. "Come all over Mother's tits! Ohhh, it's so hot and wet! I love to feel cum-juice on my tits, Joey! God, you're really shooting it, baby!"
The final gush of cum-juice shot out of his cock, and Joey's legs shook. He pulled from his mother's body, sitting back on the toilet and breathing hard. He noticed his mother's tits were much prettier and mote shapely than those of the woman in the magazine.
CHAPTER TWO
Brenda sat on her heels, her tits naked and glistening with her son's cum-juice. Her face radiated pleasure as she looked at him with slitted, sparkling eyes. Her skirt pulled part way up her thighs, and she was pleased when Joey lowered his gaze to them.
Although Brenda was not vain, she knew what she looked like. She knew she had a more exciting, more lovely body, than the woman in the picture. She also liked to be looked at, desired. Her cunt still throbbed, and it was very wet. Her orgasm had been strong, despite not being touched. But that was no surprise to her; Brenda came easily and often, and usually very hard. She never had the problem coming off like some women. There had been times she came just by fantasizing, or looking at the bulge of some boy's pants, imagining what his cock and balls would look like naked.
"I'm a mess, aren't I?" she said softly. Her eyes took in her son's cock, watching it relax and droop along his thigh. "But I love it! I love the feel of cum-juice on me. I came, too, you know."