"Kiss… kiss what?"

"Your pussy," Jimmy blurted. "Did Aunt Karen kiss your pussy, Mom?"

"Jimmy, please…" Sarah couldn't look up at her son. All she could do was sit there trembling and blushing furiously, hands clasped tightly in her lap.

Jimmy began to open his pants.

Hearing the rustle of his clothing, Sarah peeked at him. She held her breath when she saw he was opening his pants, unzipping them. When they were open, he pushed them to his knees, and his cock lurched up, long and hard, with a shining, smooth head and wet piss-hole. His balls were tight and looked very full to her. The evening she had practically raped him, she had not gotten a close look at his cock and balls, but now she did. There was a scattering of dark, curling hairs at the base of his cock, but none on his preciously sweet-looking balls. Her breath came out in a low hissing sound when she saw him close his fist about his cock and began to pump it back and forth. Sarah stared at his hand, his cock, mesmerized. He moved his fist slowly, but gripped the shaft tightly, making the head bulge out and his piss-hole widen. She saw a drop of juice form on his piss-hole, then drop from it. Sarah's tongue moved across her lips as a low, hungry moan bubbled from her throat.

While he jacked slowly on his cock, Jimmy touched his mother's tits inside her dress. Sarah's body jerked, but forward, not back. His palm closed about her tit, and he felt it, stroking it, squeezing it, feeling her nipple stiff against his palm, burning past the light-weight material of her dress.

"You're not wearing a bra, Mom," Jimmy said.

Sarah hardly heard. She stared with hot eyes at his cock. It was about six inches from her face, and not knowing she was doing it, she moved a little closer, her lips parted. Jimmy was squeezing her tit hard now, his fist moving a little faster on his cock. Sarah moaned low in her throat, her tongue licking from one corner of her mouth to the other one more slowly. Despite the massive orgasm she had just enjoyed with her sister's fingers, her cunt was boiling wetly again, soaking into the back of her dress, and she writhed her ass on the cushions of the couch, pressing her thighs hard together, mewling as the pressure sent a stabbing sweetness through her clit.