Billy was trembling more, his legs weak. He shuffled his feet, looking down at her. He could see his mother's nipples pushing at her sweater, her long thighs below. Her hand was hot on his balls, and he wished she would stroke his cock, but was afraid to ask her.

Instead, he said, his voice hoarse, "You wanna show your pussy to guys, Mom? You really wanna show your pussy to them and see if they get hot… and come in their pants?"

"It would make me come, too, baby. I'm sure it would make mother come, too. I did, you know. I came with you this afternoon…"

"Sure, but… look what you did with me, Mom. Are you gonna lick it up on other guys, too?"

The idea appealed to Misty, but she shook her head. "No, honey… just you. I'd love to show my pussy to people, make them come, but I want to lick only you."

"You wanna lick me?" he asked. "Not just my come."

Misty sobbed softly, her lips brushing across the head of her son's cock. Her lips tingled and she darted her tongue around his dripping pisshole.

"Mom!" Billy gasped.

"Mmmmm, sweet," she murmured, running her tongue over the smooth head of her son's cock. "Very sweet and so hot… mmmmnnn, delicious!"

She kissed his cock, her lips barely covering his piss-hole. She created suction, and drew his juices into her mouth, her hand gripping his hot young balls.

"Mom, you better not do that!" Billy cried out, but couldn't pull away. He was rigid, shaking, but rigid.

Misty drew back, looking up at her son. "Why not? Doesn't it feel good, darling. It sure tastes good."

"Because… Mom, because… ohhh!" His cock gushed, spraying his mother in the face. Squirt after squirt splashed over her cheeks, her nose, her chin and forehead.

"Oh, I see," Misty giggled wantonly, taking his come juice into her face with pleasure.

She manipulated his balls as he came, his cock jerking up and down, spewing rapidly. The wetness of his come juice dripped down her face, onto her sweater, and her cunt began to lurch and squeeze, her cunt knotted.