But her son relentlessly probed her cunt with his darting finger, greedily sucking at first one tit, then the other. He made wet sounds with his mouth and.finger, his naked body shaking with urgent desire. Sherri pushed one hand to his, intending to shove his finger out of her cunt, but instead placed it over his, pushing it deeper as she arched her hips, her legs parting a little.
"Tommy!" she cried out frantically, pushing hard at his hand now, clamping her knees tightly.
She squealed throatily, her cunt gripping his finger as sweet contractions exploded inside her. She was coming, and had been unable to prevent it her son's finger had made her come… and it was so good.
"That's enough, honey. Please, no more."
But Tommy paid no attention. He was still sucking at her tits, still moving his finger in and out of her soaked cunt. With a low sob, Sherri's legs fell apart, and she was once more pushing at his hand, lifting her crotch. She cried out as the sensations grew again.
Her other hand moved, and before Sherri knew it, she was gripping her son's quivering cock. She clenched it hard, making her son gasp about her tit. Her fingers flexed, squeezing his prick as he kept up his relentless finger-fucking.
"Ohhhhh, Tommy!" she cried, and began to jerk on his cock, pushing and pulling it with her tight fist, jacking him.
Tommy lifted his mouth from her tit, his eyes on fire. He stared down at her fist now pounding his cock. He shoved another finger into his mother's cunt, making her whine and shove her ass up. Sherry turned her head to watch her fist, too. She was jacking his cock wildly, the head bulging, the little slit of his piss-hole beaded with wetness. His young balls swung back and forth from the beating of her fist.
Tommy began to plunge his two fingers into his mother's cunt frantically. Sherri whipped her ass up and around, spreading her long, delicious legs wide, knees bent. She gasped and mewled hotly as she pumped his cock, pushing her hairy cunt up and down to the thrust of his fingers. Her clit pulsated hotly again, and the satiny wetness of her cunt stared grabbing at his fingers. Sobbing with the increase of ecstasy, Sherri jerked at her son's cock fast. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes smoldering as she gazed fixedly at the slit of his piss-hole.
Tommy was grunting, his lips apart. His balls ached with fullness, and he couldn't move his fingers anymore. But Sherri, overwhelmed with instant passion, didn't seem to notice. She rammed her cunt up and down, fucking on his finger and beating at his cock. She pulled her feet back, under her ass.
"Tommy… oh, my God, Tommy!"
Her hand pushed his fingers as deep as they would go, her middle finger sliding into her cunt alongside his. With a squeal, Sherry began to come again. Her cunt pulled on his cock as the juicy contractions exploded about their buried fingers. Even through her intense orgasm, her other hand continued to jerk at his cock frantically.
Then Tommy grunted.
Sherri's squeal turned louder as she saw his cock squirt, sending a powerful spurt of creamy come-juice out of his piss-hole with force. It spattered -on her hips, causing her to cry out again. Time after time, his cock gushed, spraying her hip and stomach with his scalding come juice, coating her gripping fingers and wrist. His body shook, choking sounds coming from him. When he spurted the last time, Sherri squeezed her son's cock, milking it, watching with blazing eyes as she pulled a creamy white bead from his cock.
Then, with a faint shudder, she lowered her ass. Their fingers came out of her cunt with a moist sound. Sherri wanted to close her legs, but they felt rubbery, too weak to move. Her cunt kept pulsating from the intensity of her two orgasms.
Her hand fell away from his softening cock, and Tommy sat on his heels, hands resting on his knees, gulping in air. His fingers, drenched with the juices of her coot, glistened in the light. Sherri lifted her head and looked down at her body. His come-juice sparkled on her flesh, her belly button filled with it. It ran over her hip to the satin sheet, and she thought she could feel it blister her skin.
They looked at each other, a bit shyly.
"Lie down," Sherri whispered, pulling her son.
Tommy lay down with her. Sherri wrapped an arm around his waist, pushing her pointy tits against her son's back.
She held him, her eyes closed, trying to understand how this had happened between them. She could have stopped it, she knew. She could have stopped it after her first orgasm with his fingers. But she had become hungry for more, without trying to control it. She knew she should feel ashamed of herself, yet she didn't.
She listened to her son's breathing level out, and knew he was sleeping now. She hugged him lightly, inhaling his youthful fragrance. She kissed his hair, and caressed her hand up and down his stomach and chest. Her hand moved lower, and she stopped when she realized where it was going.
Sherri began to tremble as she thought, why stop now?
Her hand slipped downward, and her finger tips brushed his limp cock. She ran her finger tips lightly along the shaft, over the smooth head, feeling him still wet on his piss hole. Very carefully, she closed her palm about her son's cock and delightful balls, holding them as she pressed at his back, finally going to sleep.
When she woke up, she was at first startled to find her son sleeping next to her. For a moment, she was puzzled, then remembered the night before.
During the night Tommy had kicked the satin sheet off the bed, and they both were naked. Sherri sat up, looking at her son. He was sprawled on his back, arms and legs flung wide. Her eyes moved to his cock and balls, and she felt a lurching sensation in her body. His cock looked so small and vulnerable, his balls loose and hanging between his spread legs. Her palm itched and she wanted to hold his cock and balls again, to feel them and caress them and fondle them.
Almost reluctantly, she climbed carefully off the bed so as not to awaken her son. With a last look at him, she entered her bathroom and bathed, washing away the juices that had dried on her flesh. She was surprised at how good she felt, at her lack of shame and guilt. By the time she finished her bath, she was tingling with good sensations.
Wrapping a large towel around her naked body, she went back into the bedroom. Tommy was awake now, but still on his back. And his cock was very hard, standing upright, and his balls didn't look at all loose. For a moment she stood looking down at him. Tommy was smiling, showing he remembered the night before, too.
Then Tommy took the bottom edge of the towel in his fingers and thumb.
Sherri's breath caught, her eyes looking steadily into his. Tommy tugged, and the towel came away, falling to the floor, leaving Sherri standing there naked. She stood with her shoulders back, her tits jutting out beautifully, hands hanging at her sides.
Tommy's eyes moved. up and down his mother's luscious body, over her shapely tits, her small waist and flat stomach, her hips and long thighs, then up to the triangle of her pussy hair. Sherri began to tremble, but she stood with proud beauty as her son looked her over. His cock jerked with hardness. A nervous smile formed on her lovely face.
"Well?" she finally asked in her whispery voice. "Am 1 as good-looking as in my movies?"
"Better, Mom," he said, running his fingers up and down her thigh and hip. "Much better."
She started to turn, but he held her by the hip. "Tommy… please… " she begged softly, without force in her words. "Last night was…"
"I told you 1 can do anything for you Frank can," he said, and pulled at her hip.
Sherri had to move forward to keep from falling across the bed. She was staring at his throbbing cock with blazing eyes, and her cunt was reacting as it had last night. She felt her pussy swell as her clit began to vibrate gently.
"The same way Frank did last night, Mom," Tommy said in a low voice. "The very same way."