Pulling her drenched fingers out of her cunt, she stood up again, tearing her bra away and squeezing at her firm, high tits until a sharp pain made her release them. Her nipples pushed out long and hard, a tan brown color, tingling and burning the way her cunt was. She grabbed a hair brush from her dresser, spreading her legs and bending her knees, and rammed the wooden handle up her cunt, fucking herself with it, sobbing with tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. The hairbrush failed her, and she pulled it out of her cunt and threw it across the room. She sat on her bed, burying her face in her hands and cried with misery.

"Mom?" Jimmy's voice came through the door. "Are you okay?"

She tried to still her sobs.

"I'm fine. Please, leave me alone for a while, honey."

"I heard something hit the wall, Mom," he said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay," she sobbed, then, "No, I'm not okay! Jimmy…" She lifted her tear-stained face and looked at the door. "Jimmy… please, honey! Oh, God, baby!"

She was on her fret and running to the door. She flung it open, grabbing her son's hand and pulling him into the room and to her bed.

Jimmy was startled to see his mother naked, her panties hanging in shreds on her hips, her high tits firm, the bushy triangle of her cunt showing, the wetness on her thighs, her face. He didn't know what to say or do, unable to stop looking at his naked mother.

Sarah sobbed then feverishly began opening her son's pants, pushing them down, then his shorts. His cock jerked upward, slapping against her chin. She pulled back, eyes wide, staring at his cock a few inches before her face. With a wild, hot gasp, she grabbed her son's cock and jerked it back and forth swiftly, watching the head bulge, beads of juice oozing from his piss-hole.

"Mom…" Jimmy groaned, frozen as he watched her pumping his cock, his body shaking as badly as hers.