Thick juice seeped past her tight lips, dripping down to her chin. She began to make wet gulping sounds, swallowing her son's come juice, purring like a contented kitten. She was disappointed as he finished coming, wanting him to squirt forever into her mouth. There was a slight burning sensation in her throat, but a delicious burning. She held his cock in her mouth as it softened, her tongue working. Her cunt calmed down, but the crotch of her panties was drenched with her own juices. She ran her tongue aver the head of his cock, his piss-hole, and then let it fall free.

"Oh, my God, Ted!" she breathed, hugging him.

"You like that, Mom?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"Like it? Oh, baby, it was so good!"

"That was some blow job." Ted giggled.

"Blow job? I didn't blow this thing," she replied with a low laugh. "I sucked it off, that's what I did."

"It's a blow job, Mom," he insisted.

"Blow job, suck job, whatever… I want more!"

She shoved her long tongue out and licked with fiery wetness under his balls, over them, and about his cock once more. Ted pulled back. "That tickles now," he said.

She grinned, standing up, her chin glistening wetly with his come juice. She ran a finger over her chin, then stuck it into her mouth.

"I've got to learn how to keep it my mouth," she said happily. "I almost lost your come juice."

Her short robe had come open, and her son was gazing at her body.

"You like it?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and letting him look. "I'm dressed for you, honey."

Ted grinned, nodding his head. He could see the shadow of his mother's cunt hair through her lacy panties, and her nipples, pushed upward by the bra, excited him. Becky parted her legs.