Johnny, sucking hotly at his mother's tit, moaned when he felt the soft, curly hair of her cunt brushing against his fingers.

Jennifer pushed his hand lower, holding her breath.

Again Johnny moaned around her tit. He felt the wet heat of his mother's cunt, the satiny flesh of the pussy lips and her clit. She held his hand cupped about her cunt for a long, breathless moment, then worked one of his fingers into it.

"Ohhhhh, Johnny!" Jennifer gasped softly, feeling his finger push into her cunt. "Oooooh, baby!"

Johnny opened his mouth, taking more of his mother's hot tit inside, then he moved his finger inside her cunt, feeling the satiny walls, the wetness of it. His hot breath burned on her tit, and Jennifer purred softly, her ass writhing on the edge of his bed. Now that she had his finger up her cunt as he sucked her tit, she pushed her hand back along his stomach, down toward his cock. She heard her son give out a muffled grunt when the tips of her fingers touched his cock.

"Johnny!" Jennifer cried out, dosing her hot hand around her son's cock, squeezing it, pulling on it. "Ohhhhh, Johnny!"

Then, suddenly, as if just now realizing what she was doing, Jennifer jerked her hand off his cock, pushing him gently away from her. His lips came off her tit with a smacking sound, his finger pulling out of her cunt wetly. She pushed him back onto the bed, and stood up, her legs trembling.

"Oh, baby, I'm… this is crazy, darling!" She turned, her short robe swirling about her pantied ass, and left him.

CHAPTER THREE

Jennifer tried to avoid her son for the next few days, but that was impossible to do in their small apartment.

She made sure she kept her skirts down, and she wore loose sweaters to conceal her tits. She knew he still had her photos and was jacking off to them. And it hurt her to see the way he would look at her, his eyes showing the hot yearning, confused because she was avoiding him.