The rippling power of her orgasm sent steamy tremors up and down her flesh as she began beating her cunt up and down on his face, as if she were fucking him. Both hands now held the back of his head under her skirt, her cries of ecstasy loud.

Tommy slurped her crotch frantically, realizing that his mother was enjoying it. His cock seemed to have a fire in it, and his balls seemed so full and hard. The head of his cock had a tickle as if he had to take a pee badly.

He liked the way his mother was grinding her cunt against his face, her clit pushing at her panties and past his teeth. Hel liked the way her cunt tasted and throbbed inside his lips.

"Oh, my God!" Donna gasped as her orgasm slowed, until there was only a wonderful pulsation left. "My God, that was strong!"

She gently raised her cunt from her son's face. She straddled him as she sat on his stomach. Her lovely face was glowing with gratification as she saw how smeared his young face was.

Tommy felt his mother's fiery cunt against his stomach, feeling hot through her panties and his T-shirt. He grinned at her, his eyes shining, and he ran his tongue over his bruised lips.

"You taste good, Mom. I liked that! It was better than licking the seat of your bike."

"Oh, you!" She giggled, cupping his face in her hands, leaning down and kissing his pussywet lips, tasting her cunt as she ran her tongue around his mouth. "That will teach you to lick my bicycle seat."

"I'll lick it again if it makes you sit in my face, Mom!" He laughed. "You can sit in my face anytime!"

Donna gazed into his eyes, then smashed her mouth against his again, sucking at his lips and tongue. She writhed her hot cunt, and she felt his hard cock touch the cheeks of her ass.

"You have a hard-on!"

"Well, what did you expect, Mom," he said. "I mean, you think you can sit in a guy's face that way and he won't get a hard-on?"