"Ohhhhh, Johnny, yes!" she sobbed. "Please, baby… oooooh, my God, this is… is so…"

A squeal came from her.

Thick, white spurts of juice flew from her son's cock, flying upward at least a foot. Before that squirt fell back to his stomach, another was leaving his piss-hole. Jennifer cried out softly as she watched her son's cock spew, the head of his cock jerking as he squeezed hard at the base, his balls writhing in spasms.

Jennifer was so delighted to see her son come that she smashed her finger up her cunt, holding it there. She could hardly believe how much her son came. The juice was covering his stomach now, his fist coated with it. And he was still coming, although not as hard as at first. She stared as a final spurt oozed from his cock, running over the smooth head down to his fingers. When he finished, his body relaxed, his ass slumping to the bed, fingers turning loose of his cock.

That was when Jennifer came.

The spasms of her cunt started with a strong, hard grip on her finger, making her cry out in ecstasy. Then the rippling waves of her orgasm pulled and clenched at her buried finger. She cried out as her orgasm boiled about her cunt, tightening, loosening, tightening again.

Her one leg was all that held her upright, and it was giving way. She turned slightly as her knee buckled, and she sat on the edge of her son's bed, coming very hard. She flung her knees wide open, but Johnny could no longer see her cunt in this position. He lifted his head and moved to his mother's thigh, watching but seeing very little now. Her hips jerked, and it looked as if his mother was holding her cunt in her cupped hand. His chin touched her nyloned thigh.

"Ohhhh, Johnny!" she gasped, her free hand on his head.