The lack of shame on her part didn't surprise her at all. Barbara was never ashamed of any thing she had done. Bobby sat on the couch, and she was next to him. When she placed her hand on his cock, he looked up grinning. Cupping his cock in her hand, she massaged it.

"You feel so good, baby," she said. "I could sit here and play with your cock all day."

"So could I, Mother."

"Well, maybe not play with it all day," she grinned. "I'd have to do something else with it besides feel."

"Like to fuck me again, Mother?"

"Mmmm, love to." She smiled, closing her fist about his cock and pumping it. "We can make your cock hard again, can't we? I mean, you don't have any trouble there, do you?"

"I haven't yet," he replied, shaking under his mother's cupping hand.

"Why don't you feel me?"

"Really? Mother, you don't mind if I feel?"

Barbara giggled, pulling at his cock.

"Bobby, you can do anything with me that I do with you. Here…" she pulled her tit free again. "Feel it."

Bobby cupped his mother's tit eagerly. Barbara purred as he began to fondle it. His cock started growing in her fist, and she jacked up and down, watching the prick-head appear, swelling.

"Suck my nipple," she whispered. "Suck Mother's tit, baby."

Bobby, more excited, closed his lips about his mother's tit, sucking hard at her tight nipple. His tongue moved, licking at it.

"Ooooo, that's the way," she purred.

Holding his head tight to her tit, she jerked up and down on his cock, bringing it to a full hardness again. She squeezed it, making her son moan with pleasure. His piss-hole widened, and he began to drip from it.

"Such a beautiful cock, Bobby," she crooned. "So young, but so hard. It felt good inside me, in my pussy. It felt real good. I'd love to have you fucking me all day, Bobby."

"In your cunt, Mother?" Bobby said around her tit. His other hand was squeezing the other tit through her dress.