"That's beautiful, Billy," she murmured, running her fingertip over the wet piss hole. "That's so very beautiful."

Susan closed her hand about her son's cock, her fingers squeezing it. The hardness thrilled her, and she began to jack back and forth on it. Billy stood there, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, trembling with pleasure.

"Touch me, darling," she urged in a throaty voice. "Touch me! Oh, Billy.. touch my tits! Play with mother's tits! Please, feel my tits!''

When his hand came up and closed about a firm tit, Susan almost swooned. The sensation of having her son's hand on her naked tits sent her mind reeling. She clutched at his cock and jacked in a frenzy, whimpering softly, her eyes closing.

But it wasn't enough. She wanted more, much more. She wanted his cock in her, up her cunt, fucking her. Releasing his cock, she pulled at the zipper in back of her shorts. She skinned the tight garment down, kicking them from her feet. As Billy stared in excitement at the thick, bushy hairs of his mother's cunt, she slipped her blouse off. Susan stood naked before her son, shaking in desire.

"Come here," she whispered, taking his hand and pulling him to her bed. She sprawled back, her tits firm and high on her chest, her dark hair swirling about her exceptionally beautiful face. She spread her long, creamy legs, and unashamedly caressed her wet, throbbing cunt as Billy stood there looking, the heat in his eyes quite obvious.

"I want you to lie down with me, darling," she said in a husky voice. "I want you next to me, touching me, and I want to touch you."

Billy lay beside his mother, also on his back. Susan turned onto her side, facing him. She took his cock in her fist and pumped it, leaning down to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. She was delighted when Billy sucked her tongue, and she stabbed it in and out, jacking on his cock with a tight fist.