Joey's pants fell to his feet, and Peggy stepped back a bit, looking down at him. Joey kept holding her tits, his fingers squeezing at the resilient flesh, playing with her nipples. His eyes were glazed with delight.

With a wild cry, Peggy grasped the front of her satin blouse, and with one jerk, she ripped it from her body. The tattered blouse fluttered to the floor, and she stood naked from the waist up. Joey made a choking sound as he stared at his mother's tits, seeing them for the first time openly, not through a hole in the wall. He was excited that his mother was doing this, and his cock jerked up and down, dripping that clear liquid from the piss hole.

Peggy sobbed, anxious. She pulled her son forward, bringing him to the middle of the room. She pushed at his shoulders, and Joey sank downward. Pressing at his shoulders, she placed Joey on his back, his cock standing up stiffly, his pants at his ankles.

She sat on her heels, gazing with hungry lust at his cock and balls.

Joey remained on his back, waiting for his mother to do what she wanted with him. He was very cooperative, eager.

Peggy pulled her skirt up over her thighs, but not all the way. Turning with her knees toward her son's head, she opened them as far as the tight skirt would allow, Joey's eyes glowed as he found he could look between his mother's thighs, see the crotch of her panties. Sitting this way, Peggy took hold of her son's cock and pumped it, gasping in pleasure as she watched the cockhead bulge out from her tight fist. She cradled his balls, toying with them gently, making cooing sounds deep in her throat.