Not so her son.

Sammy began plunging his fingers into her wet cunt as she fucked up and down, spreading his feet on the floor, pushing his crotch on her hand. Laura fondled his balls, seeing how far she could pull and twist them before it hurt him. His cock jutted straight up from his balls, and she twisted her shoulder so she could clasp it with her other hand. She began to jerk her fist up and down, feeling him drip hot juices over her fingers. It was then she noticed that her son had low-hanging balls. They weren't drawn up tight at his crotch the way her husband's balls had been. Sammy's young, sweet balls, so hairless, hung almost five inches between his thighs.

"Baby, your balls are so beautiful," she moaned, working her cunt back and forth on all four of his fingers. "Your balls feel so hot and full! You've got a wonderful hot load in them, I bet."

Sammy was leaning lower and lower over his mother's arching cunt. The silky thick hair fascinated him as much as the pink lips did. He could inhale the intoxicating scent of his mother's wet cunt, and it caused his cock to jerk and throb in her pumping hand.

"Say something!" she groaned. "Talk to me, Sammy!"

Her ass whipped up and down.

"I don't know!" he cried out as he felt his mother's cunt squeeze his fingers. "Are you gonna come, Mom?"

"If you talk to me," she sobbed. "Ohhh, baby, talk to Mother! Ram your fingers up Mother's wet pussy and talk to me! Talk nasty to me!"

"Aw, Mom," he gasped.

"Please!" she urged. "I want to hear you say those words! Call me names, real nasty names! Please, Sammy!"

"I don't know any…"

"Yes, you do!" she cried. "Call me a cunt! Call me a cock-sucker! Call me an asshole! Call me wicked, beautiful names, darling!"

"You're a… you're a cunt, Mom."