It felt tight on his hand, and very hot. When his mother turned his wrist loose, he kept fucking her with his hand. Barbara freed her other tit; both of them exposed now. Bobby dipped his mouth, sucking first one nipple, then the other. He licked his tongue from one to the other and his mother began to whimper softly. He slipped from the couch, moving between her knees, watching his hand fucking her cunt.

Barbara, her eyes slitted and steamy, looked down at him. She lifted her cunt, twisting her hips.

"Use your cock, baby! Stick your cock in there! Ohhh, Bobby, fuck me again! I want to feel your cock in my cunt again, darling!"

Bobby pulled his hand free, but Barbara grabbed it quickly. She pulled it to her face, and then began licking it with rapid flicks of her tongue. She took his four fingers into her mouth and sucked them, still moaning.

His cock jutted out in hardness, resting on the thick mat of cunt hair, his balls pressing at her pussy. While she sucked on his cunt-wet fingers, Barbara shoved her other hand down and began stuffing her son's balls into her cunt.

"Mother, you better stop," he gasped.

"Why?"

"I'll come on your stomach."

"Okay," she gurgled. "Come anywhere you want to come. Come on my belly, if you want to. Come on my tits, even."

"I wanna fuck you, Mother!"

"Well, if you insist," she replied teasingly. She squeezed the lips of her cunt, and his balls dropped out.

Bobby quickly shoved his cock down. He placed his hands on her hips, staring as his cock pressed inward. He saw the lips of his mother's cunt sink inward, then his cock was inside again. The now-familiar heat enveloped his prick, and he ran his cock in all the way, stopped only by his balls pressing at her ass.

Barbara gave a soft hiss and lifted her legs into the air. Bobby thrust his cock deeply as she spread her legs about his face.