For some time, Peggy held her son's cock in he mouth, her tongue swirling.

Then with a sob, she began to suck back and forth. Her cunt seemed to tighten and suck inward with spasms of pleasure. The slippery juices of her cunt on her son's cock helped her lips slide easily, back and forth. She bagan to suck hard, her tongue in constant motion. She cried out with joy as she darted her vace back and forth, stabbing herself in the mouth with her son's stiff cock down her throat.

Joey felt his mother's mouth pulling hard on his cock, and he was gritting his teeth, feeling as if his balls were being drawn up through is prick. His young, tender balls ached and throbbed, and he didn't know if he should come or not.

Peggy didn't know anything about her son's thoughts. She wasn't interested in his thoughts, not right now. The hot hardness of his cock throbbing between her lips excited her tremendously. She made moaning sounds as she sucked, clinging to his cock tightly. Her lips tingled deliciously, her tongue swirling. Although her cunt was burning, her clit bulging, Peggy wasn't feeling it not really. Her mouth had become her most sensitive organ, her tongue the hottest.

Her knees, spread wide, were aching from pressing at the wall. She moved them, but refused to release her son's cock with her mouth as she did so. Kneeling on the floor of her bathroom, she ran her hands up the wall, her tits now pressing at it. Her nipples seemed hard enough to bore two more holes there. She sucked and whimpered softly, twisting her lips tightly. She gripped the head of his cock just behind the ridge, flicking her tongue about his piss hole hotly. She heard her son moaning on the other side of the wall, his sounds of ecstasy increasing her strange hunger for his cock meat. She was aware of her own soft, eager cries, but at the same time not aware. Her cries of ecstasy and her son's moans of rapture seemed to be background music to her active mouth and tongue.