The head of her son's cock looked impossibly large, the flesh so taut it seemed about to burst. Her eyes were glassy, yet she saw his cock head clearly. His prick was beautiful, so deliciously beautiful to her. She yearned to have his cock fucking into her cunt, that throbbing hardness stretching her hairy cunt lips sweetly, penetrating her pussy ever so deeply. Susan's cunt flexed from the vividness of her mental image. An orgasm swelled deep inside her pussy, burning and searing downward. The lips of her cunt swelled, as did her clit. She stared at her son's cock fucking in and out of her fist, then at his contorted face again. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and Bobby sighed, his hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of the tightness her fingers made.

"You're about to come in her pussy, baby," Susan murmured in a thick, husky voice, her eyes again burning down at his prick. "Your cock is almost ready to squirt that sweet, sweet come juice into Mary's hot, hairy, wet cunt! Fuck her, Bobby! Oooo, fuck her hot little cunt! Fuck… fuck… fuck her, darling!"

Bobby grunted, straining his hips forward. The head of his cock seemed to stick past her fingers a good two inches. Susan pressed her hand harder into her cunt, and her mind reeled as she came. Her cunt convulsed in twitching orgasm just as she saw the thick, white, syrupy come juice spurt from her son's prick. She watched his jism splash against the wall beneath the window sill, felt his cock throb with her tightly gripping fingers. His come juice squirted and squirted, the wall gleaming with the wetness. Jism ran down toward the floor, and still Bobby came.

"Oh, baby! You're coming, Bobby! You're coming in her hot, tight snatch! Fill her hot cunt with your precious come juice, Bobby! Flood her hot cunt! Give it all to her!"

Susan clung to her son's cock until he finished coming, then she tucked it into his pants and pulled up the zipper. She felt the wetness of his come juice in the palm of her hand, and wiped it on her dress.