They shook and trembled together, Billy's cock as deep into her cunt as it could go, splashing come juice as his mother's cunt squeezed and gripped.
When Billy's hips dropped, Susan leaned over him, smearing kisses about his young face, loving him, feeling his cock slip from her cunt. "Ohh, honey, I love you! God do I love you, baby!"
She felt her son's hands move up and down her thighs, finally closing about the cheeks of her shapely, creamy-fleshed ass.
"Oh, that's good, honey!" she mewled. "Hold my ass, just for a while."
A few minutes later she pulled from him, kissed him once again, then said: "Go shower again. We can't let Karen see us this way."
CHAPTER TWO
It was later when Karen came bouncing into the house, her blonde ponytails swirling about her sweet, innocent-looking face. She hugged her mother tightly, a gesture that was becoming more and more a sign of her affection.
While Karen fixed herself a sandwich, Susan watched her daughter,s eyes filled with love for the little girl. Karen was almost a miniature of her mother. Still very young, Karen's ftts were delightfully firm, pointed. They were small, of course, but very enticing. Her cute, sweet little ass swelled in twin cheeks that writhed when she walked, and her long legs were very well tanned.
Susan speculated upon her daughter's sensual nature, if it was as bubbling and burning as her own. She did not know if her daughter had been involved with a boy, or even a girl, but usually a girl of that tender age had been at least once, Susan felt. A tingle rippled up herspine as she recalled Billy saying he had seen his sister's tits.
Karen was a year older than Billy, and if she played with her tits, she certainly played with her tender cunt. The image of Karen thrusting a finger into her sweet cunt made Susan's pussy quiver with desire.