Then suddenly, her cent was empty.

Tony had jerked his cock from Jackie's cunt spurting his creamy cum all over her panties and stomach. A squirt went all the way to her naked tits, landing on her right nipple.

Tony grunted, rubbing his cock along her pussy as he came. The spasms in her cunt faded away, and Jackie stared up at her son, unable to conceal her disappointment.

She had wanted to feel his cock gush into her cunt, feel those hard pulsations as his balls emptied, feel the hot splash of jism along the walls of her pussy.

Tony, weakly pulled away from her, and leaned on the kitchen counter where she had been peeling carrots only a few moments before. Jackie lifted her head and looked at him. His shorts were pushed down beneath his balls, his cock drooping now, gleaming wetly from her cunt-juice. She held herself on her elbows, and saw his cum all up and down her body, with most of it on her panties and the hair of her cunt. Her legs were still splayed, and she knew how wicked she must appear to her son now.

She sat up slowly, avoiding looking directly at her son. She closed her legs, afraid to step down. She was weak from her strong orgasm, from being fucked by her son.

"Mom – I shouldn't have – oh, shit, Mom!" Tony left her alone, and she sat there. She was surprised that she had not resisted, that she had let her son fuck her without any protest. But Jackie could not tell herself that it had not been good. It had been very good, and her cunt kept pulsating for a long time.

Feeling stronger, and stood and stepped to the kitchen sink, taking a paper towel and cleaning herself, adjusting her panties and finding her shorts on the floor, not remembering how they had been removed. She stepped into her shorts, zipped them up and finished preparing dinner.

Tony refused to come out of his room. He told her he wasn't hungry.

Jackie ate alone, puzzling over what happened. She searched herself for shame, or at last embarrassment, but she found none. She was concerned about Tony, though. She didn't want her son to feel ashamed. She didn't want him to take the full blame, and she felt that that was what he was doing in his room.