"Oh, my!" she cried softly.

She leaned back slightly, one knee up on his bed, her other foot on the floor, holding her legs wide apart for him. She felt her clit pulsate. The edge of one finger brushing against her cunt, and she felt wetter than ever in her life. She gazed at the head of her son's cock, watching beads of juice form on the tiny piss-hole. Her ass began to writhe. The urge to take her son's cock in her fist and jack him off swiftly was very strong.

Bobby stared hypnotically at his mother's cunt.

Linda watched his young body start to shake. He had a glazed look in his wide open eyes.

"Bobby… ohhhh, Bobby!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, Bobby?"

Her ass jerked, lifting off the bed.

Linda gasped and whimpered, biting her lip. Her orgasm had been so unexpected, yet so powerful, she couldn't believe what was happening. Her cunt seemed to open and close as she came, her clit vibrating hotly. The contractions shook her from head to toe.

She calmed slowly, but the heat did not fade.

"What happened. Mom?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing," she sighed. "Yes, something did happen, but I can't tell you what it was, Bobby. Later… some day, you might understand."

She started to get off his bed, but Bobby's hand on her knee stopped her.

"No, not yet, Mom! Please, not yet!" Bobby ran his hand up her thigh, into her panties, leaning over to look closely at her pussy.

Linda sat there as he gazed, shaking once more, unable to move or to stop him.

She heard him breathe deeply, the back of his hand resting on her thigh near her cunt as he held her panties to one side. She began to moan softly.

"Mom, it's… you're beautiful, Mom."

"That's enough, Bobby," she replied weakly, trying to push his hand away. "Bobby, you've looked long enough."