Oh my God, she thought, smoldering with desire. Her son's cum was scrumptious. Even tongued up second hand it was creamy and rich and delicious. She could just imagine what it would be like to suck a load of the hot, thick stuff straight out of his prick.

Her lapper was going wild on the wall as she slurped up the cummy residue, adoring the taste and the tenure and the starchy aroma and, moat of all, thrilled by the knowledge that it was incest oil she was tasting.

She scooped a few gooey gobs up on her fingers, then slid her hand under the hem of her nightie and worked her son's spunk into her steaming cunthole.

She was so hot and horny she felt crazed.

She worked a blob of fizz into her trim little asshole, massaged more into her gaping pussy, and ducked down to lap more from the heavily sprayed wall.

She opened her nightie and thrust her fat tits out, holding them cupped in her hands and rubbing the swollen tips into the creamy spillage. She knew that Jeff must have emptied dozens of loads against that spying wall. There was enough fizz to fill a bucket, she figured.

She drenched both tit tips in it. The congealed stuff was starting to liquefy again on the heat of her tits. She lifted the globes and lowered her head, radiant face tipping down. She began to suck her son's slime from her own vibrant nipples, switching back and forth between those peaks as they exploded in her lips.

She nursed both nipples dry of spunk, and then rubbed them against the sticky wall again. Then she jerked her loins out. Kneeling with her knees apart and her cunt tilted up, she worked her pussy against the panels. Her cunt was blazing hot and flowing heavily. Her son's cum turned fluid and seeped into her slot and her cunt juice poured down the wall to replace the spunk she had lapped up.

The wall was glazed like a limestone cavern. How lucky it was that she hadn't given herself a hand job as usual that morning, thought Jessica.