She was right. It was too good!

She found herself comparing her son's performance with his father's, and hated herself for it. It was one thing to do this horrible thing, but to actually enjoy it so much, to rate them, well.

Another explosion of pure pleasure raced in to her cunt, taking her by surprise. She lifted her head and stretched her legs out at the same time, her move so violent that only her shoulders remained on the bed. Pleasure surged upward, dug into each cell, inflamed every nerve. Then, like a car out of control, it sped even faster, until the sensations bordered pain.

"Unhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Stop! God! Stop! It's… it's too good! I… I can't take it!"

Mike couldn't have stopped for anything in the world. And even though his cock was throbbing, ready to burst, her cunt was pulling on his mouth savagely. He even found it difficult to breathe as his face meshed completely into the pulsating patch of pussy. His tongue was working in and out like an angry snake, his teeth scraping over the sensitive membranes. Masses of opaque fluid bubbled from her insides, melting across his tongue, over his chin. The room was filled with his smacking, her moans, and his hungry grunts.

Gina was almost glad when her climax ceased, dropped off to a dull throb. It felt as if a part of her brain had been torn out. She tried to explain it by remembering that she hadn't had it in four days, but that wasn't entirely correct. The fact was, Mike was simply good! There wasn't a single thing his mouth hadn't done to her pussy. And perhaps it had done too much. She shivered suddenly, afraid of her own emotions.

"Oh… Mike," she whispered, "what have we done?"

A couple of seconds later, her son pulled away, his chin glistening with cunt juice. He gave her a puzzled look, then smiled.

"You didn't like it?" he asked, touching his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.