"I guess they were," he grinned. "Do you really want to know some of the secrets I have?"

Massaging his come juice into her inner thighs with pleasure, she said, "I bet I already know one of them."

"Maybe you do," he said.

"I bet one of your secrets is you want your cock kissed," she whispered softly, looking at his pussy-wet cock, the moisture of her cunt on his open fly. "Am I right?"

He nodded. "But I didn't think you'd do anything like that, Mom. I mean, nice girls and mothers don't do those things. Do they?"

Karen grinned impishly at him. "This mother might."

Robbie's eyes took on a hot expression. "This mother might even…" she ran her tongue over her lips slowly, "you know, suck one."

"Mine, Mom?" he asked in a quivering voice. "Would you kiss my cock?"

Karen dropped to her knees at the side of the chair, one hand on his thigh, the other his stomach. She inhaled the exciting scent of her cunt on his cock. It was almost the same scent on the crotch of his shorts. She pressed her lips to the wet shaft, kissing his cock. She looked up at him by turning her head, rubbing her cheek on his prick.

"See, I kissed it for you."

Turning back to his cock, she dragged the tip of her tongue along it, from the wet head to the open fly. Her tongue swirled along the wetness on his pants, then circled the head of his cock.

"Why don't you ask me, honey?" she purred. "All you have to do is ask me, and I'll do it."

"Ahhh, Mom, suck it!" he groaned. "Please, Mom, suck my cock… just for a little bit!"

"Mmmmm," Karen purred as she pulled his slippery cock into her mouth.

Her mind reeled, the taste making her shake. She dug her fingers into his thigh and stomach, sucking his cock all the way, her lips pressing into the wetness on his pants. Her tongue twirled, licking.

"Ahhhh, Mom!" Robbie groaned, watching her, his hand resting on the back of her head. "Oooooh, that's good, Mom! I like that!"