"So pee," she laughed and poked harder. With a heave of his body, he tossed his mother to one side, and was fast to climb on top of her. Donna giggled and thrashed her legs and arms, twisting and squirming to get away. But Mike pinned her with ease, mostly because she was weak from laughing. She slipped her hands free and placed her palms on his cheeks, looking up him with smoldering eyes.

As before, she felt his cock swell against her thigh. Mike was sitting on her upper legs, his knees at her waist. Pulling his face down, Donna kissed him, on his mouth. It was a quick kiss, but made heat come to her face. Trying to cover up her feelings, she shot her hips up, trying to dislodge him.

Again Mike shoved her arms above her head and pinned her down. Donna thrashed with all her strength, giggling like a high school girl. Mike fell forward, and she felt his cock move into her crotch as it had that day a week ago. His cock-head pushed at her cunt, against the seam of her shorts. She gasped loudly, and her hips lifted, returning the pressure. Mike was staring into his mother's face, his eyes glazed and his lips parted, panting.

"Oooooh," Donna mewled. The head of her son's cock pushed hard against her shorts, right against her knotted clit.

When her son moved, she didn't blame him. The pressure of his cock on her cunt almost made her come. She felt Mike's hips lift just a little, only to push down again. They kept staring into each other's eyes as Mike pressed harder, the head of his cock smashing her hidden clit.

Mike moaned.

Donna felt his cock jerking, and then felt the hot wetness as he came against her crotch, covering her shorts with come. Her hips jerked, and she whimpered, her cunt contracting with orgasm when she felt his come soak through her white shorts.

Both of them shook, and then it was over.

Mike's eyes became shy and he started to climb from her.