Roger lifted a shaking hand.

"Play with it, honey," she urged.

Roger cupped his mother's tit and fondled, feeling the satiny flesh, the firmness, the excitingly hard nipple. Carol lowered her hand to his lap, pushing his other hand off his cock. She closed her fingers about his prick and began to stroke up and down.

"Kiss it," she whispered. "Kiss Mother's tit!"

Roger grinned, and pressed his mouth to her nipple.

Carol sighed and pressed forward, her nipple sliding into her son's mouth.

"Ohhhh, honey!" Carol mewled. "Suck it! Suck my tit, please! Suck on Mother's nipple! Oooo, it feels, so good! Roger!"

She grabbed his throbbing cock, gripping, making the prick head bulge. She moaned softly as her son tried to swallow her hard nipple, his hand digging at the other one. Carol pumped up and down on her son's cock, then turned loose and gently shoved his mouth off her tit.

"You're so eager, baby," she grinned happily. "I love it, though."

Roger giggled and dived his hand to his mother's lap. She playfully slapped his hand, but at the same time parted her legs for him. Roger shoved his fingers through the soft, silky hair of his mother's cunt, a fingertip sliding along the side of her once-again-distended clitoris.

"Oooo, that's good, Roger," she breathed. Roger looked down at her, watching as his mother's hips lifted. She twisted her hips, cooing softly as he felt about the fiery wetness of her pussy. She grasped her son's wrist and moved his palm up and down her pussy, then squeezed her hot thighs together, capturing his hand between them.

Roger's cock stood tall, jerking back and forth with hardness, dripping again. A small, glittering bead of juice seeped from his piss hole and ran past the smooth head of the shaft. Carol gasped with pleasure as she saw, and ran her fingertip over the tip of his cock.