Sandra Miller stood silently outside her son Tommy's bedroom door. Her long, red hair fell loose past her shoulders, and her freckled, wide eyed face was set in an intent, shameful expression of incestuous lust. She wore only a transparent negligee, which clung to her slender body and barely covered the succulently rounded cheeks of her small, tight ass.

Tommy had never seen his mother in such skimpy apparel before, but Sandra was determined that he would see her that way tonight. That did not mean, Sandra thought, that she would allow him to sample the joys of her wet, small, red-haired pussy.

Sandra liked fucking, but she loved sucking cock much more, and that was the reason she had come to Tommy's room. She desperatly wanted to give Tommy the blow job of his life, to suck out his prick-juice until he simply couldn't make his prick stiff again, until he was physically unable to shoot out another drop of cum.

Trying to keep herself from trembling with desire, Sandra pressed her ear carefully to the door and listen. At first, she wasn't sure that she was hearing it. Then as the seconds passed, she was sure that she did. Tommy was jacking off in there. The soft, rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings was unmistakable.

Tommy was fist-fucking his big, throbbing cock, and Sandra had come to his room because she didn't want him to do that anymore. From now on, she wanted to suck her son's cock for him every day and every night.

Sandra wasn't sure what had made her such a cocksucker. All she knew was that she'd fallen madly in love with big stiff pricks the first time she'd ever put one in her mouth.