"You're so hard, Bobby," she whispered, bringing her fingers to the head of his prick. She circled the smooth cock-head, feeling the velvety smoothness of it. She rubbed her fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away the juices. Bringing her finger to her lips, she tasted, watching more juice seep from his cock.

"Mmmmmm, very nice."

She wrapped her fingers about his cock, squeezing. Bobby grunted with pleasure. Barbara pumped her fist on her son's cock, watching the cock-head bulge and drip. Her other hand slipped into the top of her dress, and she lifted out her shapely, firm tit. She pulled her son's hand to it, closing his fingers around the tit. Bobby felt his mother's nipple burning into his palm. He squeezed, bringing a soft moan from his mother. Barbara moved her fist back and forth on his cock a bit faster. Her eyes were wide and bright.

"Want me to make you come this way, Bobby?" she asked in a thick voice.

Bobby was squeezing and feeling his mother's naked tit. When he answered her, it was with a grunt and shove of his cock.

"You're very hard, darling," Barbara said, jacking her son's cock faster with a tight fist. "You're so damned hard, Bobby! I can feel it throbbing in my fist."

Bobby looked down at his mother's pumping fist, gasping with pleasure.

"I can make you squirt, honey," Barbara murmured. "I can make you come with my hand. I can jack you off and having you gushing hard, but…"

Bobby squeezed his mother's naked tit hard enough to bring a groan of sweet, pleasure-pain from her.

"I can jack you off, Bobby," she said again. "But it would feel so much better if you… put it in me."

Bobby's eyes widened.

"Fuck you, Mother?"

Barbara giggled with delight. "That's right. Fuck me. Wouldn't you like your cock inside something warm and wet and tight? Fucking me would feel better than jacking off."