"It's okay, honey," she moaned softly. "You can touch me, too."

When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Brenda felt her son shaking badly, his cock throbbing between her tits and his stomach. Shoving his t-shirt up, Brenda swirled her tongue about his tiny nipples, nipping at the small buds with her white, even teeth. Joey dug into his mother's shoulders, feeling as if he was about to come off any second.

Brenda, feeling the increase of his throbs, pulled back.

"Stand up, honey," she urged softly, staring at his cock with smoldering eyes. "Stand up and you can do it better."

"Do what, Mother?" Joey asked, his voice still low and choked.

"Just stand up," she repeated.

Joey stood, his legs shaking as he looked down at his mother's tits. They stood out firm and beautiful, her light-brown nipples now arching upward. Brenda, on her knees, stroked her hot hands up and down her son's thighs, his hips, and finally to his ass. She filled her palms with each cheek of his tight ass, curling her fingers into the flesh. She squeezed his ass, a sob of delight bubbling from her throat. His cock jerked upward, a bead of liquid forming on his piss hole.

"Put your cock between my tits again," she instructed.

Joey leaned forward.

"Oh, Joey!" she protested. "You're supposed to hold my tits around your cock!"

Joey's hands shook as he lowered them to the full tits of his mother. He couldn't believe this, that his mother wanted him to touch her tits, to put his cock between them. He held his hands at each side of her tits, as if afraid.

"Do it!" she hissed. "Hold Mother's tits around your cock!"

Joey smashed her hot tits around his cock, holding his breath. He had never felt tits before, and was surprised at how soft yet firm, they were. His cock was caught between them, and his mother clutched the cheeks of his ass hard, making soft sobbing sounds.