Jerry pushed his hips forward, whimpering as he, too, watched her hand. Debra's other hand was digging at his thigh, her cunt swelling inside the wet crotch of her panties. Her eyes became smoky with desire as she worked her fist back and forth, slowly, then swiftly, watching his piss-hole open, the lather creating an erotic aspect to it.

Debra pounded faster on her son's cock, her fist flying back and forth. The hard feel of his prick in her hand was good, her flesh tingling. She knew she was going to make him cum. It was too late to stop now, she felt.

"Oohhh, Mom! That's good, Mom!"

"Jerry, baby." His gush of cum juice startled her.

She saw his cock squirt, and before she could react, cum spattered the front of her dress. Her fist halted in surprise, but then she began to pump as fast as she could, watching the thick, creamy juice gush from his cock and over the front of her dress. Jerry gasped and shuddered, spurting powerfully and rapidly.

She clung to his cock, feeling it deflate in her fist. She felt a little ashamed of what she had done, but not so much to stop the deep, searing pulsations of her cunt. As his cock softened in her hand, she pulled, watching a final drop of cum-juice drip from his cock-head. She slipped her fist off and over his cock-head, feeling the juice with her palm. Debra didn't think she could stand up, she felt so weak, and her cunt seemed ready to explode with an orgasm.

"That was good, Mom," Jerry said. "I needed that."

Debra lifted her eyes to see his face. Jerry was grinning at her, not in the least ashamed.

"It was… it was wicked of me," she finally said softly. "That wasn't supposed to have happened, honey."

"I wanted you to do it," he said, standing under the spray of the shower.

Debra remained on her knees, watching the lather wash away. She stared at his cock and balls. It appeared as if he were pissing in the shower, but it was only the water streaming down his body, she was sure.