From the way he stirred and moaned, Laura knew he had to be feeling it in his sleep. Becoming more horny by the moment, she opened her mouth wider to get more of his prick inside. Finally, when more than half of his cock was embedded in her mouth, she could feel his shaft swelling and throbbing. Feeling him stirring slightly, she worked her tongue faster around his expanding dick as it began pressing out against the soft insides of her cheeks.

Now fondling his balls as his cock stiffened in her mouth, Laura could hear him moaning as he slowly awakened.

"Hi, Mom," he whispered, lazily opening his eyes.

"Hello, darling," she replied, as she continued licking his hard boner.

The whole thing had started shortly after her husband had passed away six years ago. Jerry had been terribly upset about the loss of his father. In order to comfort the young boy, Laura started taking him to bed with her. One night, when Jerry rolled over against her, she felt his hard little prick poking against her back. There was something about the feel of his hard prick that strangely excited her, to the point that she inched down and grasped his little hard-on with her fingers. She had taken the young boy in her arms and stroked his cute boner until he shot his wad. Jerry had enjoyed it so much that, from then on, she always jacked him off before he went to sleep. Within a couple of months, she was giving him nightly blow-jobs, and before long she'd taught him how to fuck her.

That had been six years ago and Laura had never regretted the act. It had given Jerry a healthy sex life, and as a widow who didn't have time to date, he'd kept her from becoming frustrated. Because his little sister, Gail, was growing up, Jerry could no longer sleep with his mother, but they found the time to fuck once or twice a week.

"Well," Laura whispered to her handsome son, when he was fully awake. "Did you like that?"