"You didn't do that to me," he pouted. "You just kissed me there."

Misty lifted her sweater, pushing a nipple to her son's mouth.

"Suck mother's tit, darling," she whispered softly. "I'll take care of you, Billy. I know how frustrating it must have been for you. Believe me, I had no idea that would happen. Here, suck mother's tit and I'll…"

She gripped his cock and pumped it slowly, feeling it throb in her hand. The way he eagerly sucked her tit was getting her cunt wet again. She pulled his hand under her short skirt, and pushed it into her panties as it had been while she sucked the cock.

"Feel me up, Billy," she mewled. "It's okay suck mother's tit and feel my pussy. Push your finger up mother's pussy if you want to. I'll play with your hard-on, make it feel good."

They sat in the car in the drive, her sweater at her neck, with Billy sucking and squeezing her tits, finger-fucking her as she stroked his wonderfully hard cock. But it wasn't enough for Misty. She gently pushed him up and off her tits, looking into his eyes. It was dark but not so dark that she couldn't see his expression. "Scoot over a little!" she whispered.

When he did, she leaned down to his lap, and ran her tongue over his cock, finally taking it into her mouth. Billy cried out as the wet heat of his mother's mouth closed about his cock, and he leaned against the door, pushing his hips upward as his mother swallowed his cock.

But Misty didn't keep sucking him.

She lifted her head, her eyes smoldering.

"Billy, mother is going to do something very nice for you."

"You were doing something nice for me, Mom," he gasped, wanting his cock back in her mouth. "I liked that."

"I know you did," she giggled. "But you're going to like what I do next much better."

She adjusted her son so he sat with his feet in the floor, his cock upright. She swung her knee over him, sitting in his lap, facing him. She lifted her short skirt, pulling her panties to one side. Her other hand gripped his cock.