Paul just moaned, and then sticky cock-juice started leaking out of his huge hard-on. Suddenly Emily realized that she'd lost all control of herself. Never in her life had she felt so horny, so crazed with the wet, burning need pounding through her pussy. A sudden, shameful image flashed in her mind, the picture of herself kneeling beside the bed, sucking her own son's cock, gurgling as she slurped down a hot, sappy gusher of spewing cum.

"Oh, Paul… Paul, this is so awful."

Her hand dropped, as if it had a will of its own, grasping feverishly round the throbbing stiffness of her son's huge cock. Emily shuddered, feeling the meaty thickness of his cock pulsing on her palm. Then she started giving her naked son a hand-job, red-faced with shame as she whipped her fist furiously up and down his cock-shaft.

"Mom!"

"Does this feel good, Son?" Emily panted, jacking him off as fast as she could. "Huh? Does it? Is this what you think about when you beat your cock-meat, Son? About Mom jacking your big cock like this?"

Paul was so shocked that he looked like he was about to pass out. Emily had lost all control of herself. His milky cum-juice bubbled out of his giant, throbbing piss-hole, drooling onto her fingers. Her mouth watered with her torrid, incestuous need to taste her son's cock. Emily slid off the bed, distractedly brushing her long, shining blonde hair back from her cheeks. She grabbed Paul's slim hips and literally pulled him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, so that his massive fuck-tool was throbbing right in front of her face.

"You want Mom to suck your big cock for you now, don't you, Son?" Emily panted. She wrapped her fingers around his fuck organ and again started fisting it as fast as she could. "Huh? Is that what you want? Is that what you think about when you jack off? It is, isn't it? You want Mom to suck your big, fat, fucking cock for you and drink down all your cum? Isn't that right?"