The boy outside the car grunted, pushing his cock deep into Misty's mouth. The fiery spurt of his juices splashed into her throat, burning deliciously as she gulped it down. While the boy came in her mouth, her cunt rippled, then exploded. She groaned as her orgasm whipped through her, her pussy clamping about her son's buried finger. She gulped wetly as the spewing juices of the boy's cock, no longer jacking on her son's prick, but clutching it as tightly as she could.

When she had drained the teen-aged boy's balls, he pulled his cock from her mouth, stuffing it into his pants. He leaned down and looked in, seeing Billy's hand inside her panties, her fist gripping his cock. He grinned at Misty.

"That was damn good blow job, cunt!" he said. "I've never had anyone that could suck cock so good. See you around again, maybe."

After the boy drove off, Misty sat there, holding her son's cock tightly, her pussy pulsating about his still-buried finger. Her lips felt bruised and puffy, the taste of the boy's come juice lingering in her mouth.

"My God," she whispered finally. "I didn't expect anything like that. I… Billy, we better get home."

She released his cock and lifted his hand from her panties, adjusting them, smoothing the short skirt down, which didn't cover much of her thighs. She drove quickly home, parking in the drive instead of entering the garage. She turned to her son, who sat there with his cock out of his pants, still very hard.

"You must think I'm a whore," she said. "But, honey, I had no idea anything like that would happen."

"You sucked him, Mom," Billy said accusingly. "He didn't make you do it. You sucked him off because you wanted to."

"Oh, baby!" she cried softly, pulling his head down onto her tits, cuddling him. "You're jealous."