Becky cried out as the spurts of his hot come juice spattered into her cunt. Her stomach rippled, then she began to come hard and hot. Her cunt pulled at her son's gushing cock, squeezing and relaxing, her clit feeling as if it was about to burst from her body with the force of the spasms.

Tears ran from Becky's tightly closed eyes as she came. She strained her convulsing cunt as tight as she could onto his cock. She clutched the checks of his ass, pulling him downward, as if wanting to bury her son's cock completely into her greedy cunt.

It seemed to Becky to last forever, but as the rippling heat began to subside, she slowly lowered her ass to the bed, squeezing him with her inner thighs and arms, smearing his face with wet kisses of joy.

"It was better than the first," she whispered breathlessly. "God, Ted, you are one hell of a fucker!"

Pleased, Ted wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face into her soft, but firm tits, kissing and licking at her satiny flesh, swishing his tongue about her still-tingling nipples.

CHAPTER THREE

Reluctantly Ted went off to school the next morning.

"I'll miss you," Becky said as she kissed him at the door.

"Mom, why can't I stay home again?" he asked. "We could fuck all day."

She smiled at him, caressing his smooth, young check.

"I know we could," she said softly. "But you have to go to school, baby."

She pulled him tightly against her body, squeezing him. She kissed him again, then slapped his ass.

"Scat, before I drag you back into the house."

She watched him climb onto his bike and pedal away.

Becky took a long, leisurely bath. Everything had happened so suddenly, she was almost in shock. As she bathed, she hummed and sang, something she had not done in a very long time. But, before she pulled the drain plug, she ran her hands up and down her body, through the soft hair off her cunt and about her firm tits. It was as if she could still feel her son's cock inside her pussy, feel every sensation that she had felt as he fucked her with such enthusiasm.