Becky's eyes opened and closed as she felt her son's cock pulsate inside her cunt, and then she felt the rapid squirts as he came. She couldn't ever remember feeling it when her husband gushed into her pussy, but she felt each splash of her son's come juice as it spattered along the satiny walls of her slippery cunt, every single spurt.

After her son came, she kept holding him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Her flesh glowed in a radiant beauty, her cunt still pulsating around his softening prick. She stroked his ass, her hands inside his pants and shorts.

Ted, breathing deeply, had pulled his hands from his mother's panties, wanting to feel her tits. Becky helped to place his hands on her sweatered tits.

Ted lifted his head and gazed down at his mother's face. She stared back up at him, a nervous smile spreading over her beautiful features.

"I-I guess we did it, didn't we, Ted?"

"I think so, Mom," he replied, but without any evidence of embarrassment, holding her tit in his hand.

Then it happened. Becky tried to stop it, but as always, she failed.

She began to squirt piss, pissing and stopping, pissing and stopping.

"Ohhh, I knew it!" she cried, pushing at her son.

"Knew what?" he asked, puzzled.

She pushed him off, and Ted rolled to her side, confused. He wanted to keep his cock inside his mother's pussy, maybe get another hard-on, and fuck her again.

Becky jumped up and ran into her bathroom. But in her rush, she left the door open. She jerked her skirt up and her panties down, then sat on the toilet, flushed with embarrassment as she pissed.

Ted, curious, got to his feet. Holding his pants and shorts up with one hand, he stood in the doorway, looking at his mother. Becky shyly pulled her skirt aver her knees, but she couldn't stop pissing. She tried to avoid looking at her son, but his cock was hanging from his pants, glistening wetly. The front of his open jeans were wet with her piss, she noticed.