When her orgasm struck, she let out a high pitched scream that almost frightened her son. Richard had been close to shooting, and when his mother's cunt began to squeeze and grip and close around his cock, drawing on it, his balls seemed to suddenly explode, sending gushes of come juice into her greedy cunt. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he came, his hands holding her wiggling hips tightly Karen's scream stopped, her eyes popping open as she felt a second orgasm flowing through her. As she came the second time, she felt her son's cock spurting come juice into her cunt. The pulsations of his cock as he came seemed to increase the gripping waves of her cunt. Her tits swelled, her nipples painful, as if they would burst. She started sobbing as her cunt twisted hard on the base of her son's spurting cock. She felt jism seeping from her pussy to run along the crack of her uplifted ass. That, too, had never happened to her before. Her son came so much, her cunt overflowed with the creamy sweetness.

Richard stood on trembling, weak legs, his cock still in his mother's cunt. His chest heaved up and down, his breathing noisy, eyes clouded now. Karen's ass lowered a little, her feet back on the floor. Her naked tits continued to stand up, her nipples rigid, covered by his come juice.

"Oh, God," Karen whimpered softly, bringing her hands to her tits, caressing them tenderly. "Oh, Richard! Baby, darling!"

CHAPTER THREE

Richard avoided her eyes the next day, but he hung about the house. She knew he was looking at her when she had her back to him. She could feel his stare on her body. She wondered if it had been as good for him as it had her. If so, why was he being so cool toward her? Well, not exactly cool, but sort of distant.