His cock gushed, spraying the satiny walls of his mother's greedy cunt, filling her with the powerful, rapid spurts. Misty lifted her head, eyes squeezed shut.
"Ohhhh, me, too! I'm coming again, darling!" Her cunt grabbed at his spewing cock, sucking at the base, the hairy lips pulling the juice out of his hot balls. She felt each spurt of her son's juices despite the power of her own orgasm.
When it was over, she slumped, leaning forward with her forehead resting on his shoulder, her arms limp, thighs weak and trembling slightly. She felt his cock going soft inside her pussy, and responded by closing the fiery lips even tighter on it. Billy wrapped his arms about his mother's trembling body, hugging her, caressing her back, sliding his hands over her tight panties, then up her spine again.
"That was so good, Billy," she whispered, cupping his face and kissing his mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Misty had known it would come to this eventually.
She had not made any attempt to stop it. On the contrary, she had encouraged her son. It was the first fuck she had enjoyed since her husband passed away, and she had been looking forward to it since then. Now that it happened, she was elated. Guilt or shame never once reared its head. To her, it was most natural to fuck her son. Both were eager, both were hot for it, and it was no one's business in the first place.
Although they had gone to their separate bedrooms the night before after fucking in the car, Misty had wanted her son to come to bed with her. But thinking her son wanted to be alone in his thoughts, she had bathed and slipped into the bed alone, wondering if Billy was naked in his bed, playing with his cock and balls as he remembered how it felt to have her cunt wrapped around it. She spent half the night awake, feeling deliciously tingly, and then slept soundly until mid-morning.