She found herself grinding her hips in time with his, pressing his hard, throbbing bulk of cock meat into her crotch. "I love you so much!" Bobby groaned as he snaked one hand under her sweatshirt and grabbed onto her smooth tit.

"Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She brought her hand up to slap him, but as his fingers sank into her tit-flesh, she groaned with pleasure, sharp shooting pangs of excitement racing through her tit-moat down into her pussy.

"Oh, God, Mom!" He grabbed her other tit as well, and was kneading and massaging both of them eagerly.

In a turmoil of emotion, Brenda couldn't help herself. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over head.

"Oh Christ!" Bobby gasped, his eyes bulging at the sight of so much beautiful tit-flesh. Instantly, he pressed his mouth to her left tit and began sucking.

Brenda swooned with the thrill of having her boy's lips on her nipple. It had been years since she'd seen him fully naked, and now her imagination ran wild as she imagined what his big prick looked like. Would there be a thick tuft of red hair at the root? Would it have the bullet-shaped head that his father's did?

She licked her lips and shimmied against him, then slipped her hands down to the snap of his jeans and unfastened them.

Bobby shuddered so hard with excitement that he nearly bit into Brenda's nipple.

Anxiously, he reached down to help her. He began pulling his pants down, working them gingerly over his erect prick. When the pants fell down around his ankles, he hauled his prick out of his shorts.

Because his mouth was pressed so tightly to her tit, he was blocking Brenda's view of his prick. But she reached out for it, grasping it at the root and drawing her fist up the shaft and over the head.

"Oh, baby!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.