He dribbled cum onto each nipple and spilled more into her cleavage as she turned.

His ebbing vigor was recharged as his cockhead played on her tits and Jimmy began spurting savagely again. Spunk flooded up her breastbone and pooled up in the fluttering hollow of his mother's throat.

He slid his cock into her tit cleft and frigged it up and down. Her face turned down, mouth open, chin trembling, eyes gleaming as she stared at his cock-knob, watching that greasy slab vanish in her clit tunnel, then come squeezing back out, laying a foaming trail out of her cleavage.

She was so coated with cum that it looked as if slugs had been crawling up her tummy, snails leaving tracks on her tits. Still she kept begging for more.

Jimmy shot one last jet out, then sank back, hunkering down, squatting on his heels.

His cock loomed up before him, still stiff, the knob towering high up over his belly.

His eyes were as glazed by glee as his mom's tits were glazed by his goo as he gazed down at her, sighting across his cockhead as if it were some surveyor's tool.

His prick was no longer hosing off, but the dregs were still oozing out and trickling down his cock, flowing like some arcane marble fountain at a Roman orgy.

His balls sank in, then expanded, as if they were panting in echo of his lungs.

Jimmy wondered what would happen next.

So did Holly.

But Diana knew – because she had planned it.

CHAPTER SIX

Diana wallowed around in her son's spunk, rolling and squirming rapturously. Because it was incest juice, it thrilled the wanton woman as much as it would have to have unrelated cum inside her body.

Watching Jimmy for his reactions, Diana ran her hands up and down her tummy and tits, kneading his fuckjuice into her glistening flesh.