Tommy stared up at his mother's crotch, her widespread thighs. He licked his lips, seeing dark curls creeping from the taut stretch of her panties. He pushed his palm against the back of her thigh, and Donna slowly lowered her cunt, holding her dress bunched at her waist. She held her head up, eyes closed, lips parted as she sobbed with the anticipation of feeling her son's mouth on her cunt.

When she had her cunt only inches from his face, Tommy couldn't wait for her to lower it any more. He shoved his face into the wetness, twisting, smearing his cheeks, his nose, his chin, against her panties.

Donna gasped with the contact, with the eagerness of his buried face at her cunt. Her hands jerked up to her tits, her skirt falling to cover her sop's head as she began to twist her cunt at his face.

"Oooooh, darling!" she gasped.

Tommy spread his lips and closed them about the crotch of his mother's panties, sucking and licking at them. His hand slid along her thigh until his palm cupped her ass. He pulled the wet nylon of his mother's panties into his mouth, sucking them. His other hand jerked aside his shorts, letting his cock free. He grasped his cock tightly and began to pump it, jacking himself as he sucked the pussy juices from his mother's panties.

Donna twisted her hips, smashing her cunt down at his sucking mouth, squeezing her tits almost brutally, her nipples boring into her palms. She felt the hot breath of her son burn through her thin panties, and she squirmed harder against his mouth. She shoved one hand downward to the back of his head, her skirt over his face. She lifted his head as she pushed her fiery cunt as hard as she could at his mouth.

Through her panties, Tommy had found his mother's long throbbing clitoris, and he closed his lips around it, sucking hard, knowing that this was where most of his mother's pleasure was located.