Roger's cock spurted.

He couldn't believe what was happening. The sensation almost made him lose consciousness; it was so powerful and so good. He felt his cock doing something in a rapid spasm, but wasn't sure what it was. Through the ecstasy of this first discharge he could sense that his mother loved what was happening.

With a shudder, Roger slumped on top of his mother, his body loose and trembling, his cock still stuffed into her cunt. And his prick began to soften. Carol's pussy squeezed. She stroked her son's naked back, from his neck to his ass, her long legs straight out now.

"What happened, Mother?" Roger asked, his voice muffled between her tits. "I thought something broke in me!"

"Oh, baby!" Carol gurgled. "You came, darling. You came!"

"Came?"

Carol, no longer bashful, lifted her son's face, looking into his puzzled eyes. She grinned with pleasure, her eyes shining. "You came. Roger!" she repeated. "You spurted into me."

"Spurted what, Mother?"

"Oh, you baby!" she said, hugging him tightly, tightening her long legs about his hips. "I didn't know! You mean I'm the first? You've never had that happen before?"

"Not like that, Mother," he confessed. Carol relaxed her thighs and pushed him from her. She sat up, pulling her skirt down but not all the way. Her legs were still showing. Roger sat next to her, his shorts at his knees. Carol looked down at his cock. It was soft now, glistening with the juices of her cunt. She grinned at him, not at all bashful. She cupped his cock, kissing his cheek. "Did it feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh, yeah!"

"And you really don't know what happened?"

Roger shook his head.

"So innocent," she cooed softly, stroking his wet cock. "I had no idea you were so young, honey. I thought you could come."

"Whatever it was, it was awfully good, Mother."