"Donny," she said, not sharply now but in a whisper. "Don't do this to me… please. I'm weak… I may not be able to stop."

"Then don't stop me, Mother," he replied, bringing his other hand up to squeeze her other tit. With both his hands on her tits, Peggy began to whimper. She was not afraid, and her whimpers were those steaming with intense desire.

Her hand moved of its own volition, and she brushed it about his throbbing cock deliberately this time. She ran her fingers along the hard side, brushed a fingertip ever his smooth cock head and across the dripping piss hole. She moaned, jerking her hand away.

She grabbed his wrists and removed his hands from her tits, then found the strength to walk from the kitchen. She went down the short hall and into her bedroom. But, as she turned to close the door, she found Donny right behind her, his cock still sticking out so sweetly.

She looked down at his prick for a long moment as he stood there, expectation on his face. Lifting her eyes, she stared into his, and, with a deep breath, grabbed hold of her son's cock with tight fingers.

"All right, Donny," she said in a thick voice. "There doesn't seem any way to make you behave. I want this as badly as you do. But I'm warning you, Donny, if you say one word about this to anyone, I'll blister your ass good, understand?"

He nodded, still grinning lewdly at his mother.

She walked over to the bed. Running her hands under the faded old dress, she stripped her panties off and flung them to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and spread her thighs wide. Donny, with his eyes staring between his mother's thighs, shoved his pants down quickly, then knelt between her legs, his cock bulging with eagerness.