In the light, Mike paused to admire his mother's voluptuous body, greedily shifting his eyes from her huge, stiff-nippled tits down her slender waist, gazing at her hairy pussy and long tapering legs.
At the same time, Diane studied her son with equal lust. His chest was hairy and muscular, and every inch of his body had the leanness and hardness that could only be acquired by an athlete. But the best thing of all was his stiff prick.
Luridly his cock stood out of the crotch of his shorts, straining for release from confinement. The fabric of the shorts was so badly stretched that Diane could see the heart shape of his cock head, spongy and already leaking cum. Her mouth watered, and her pussy burned. She desperately craved to have Mike's hard-on in her mouth so she could suck all the cum out of his balls.
Mike seemed to read his mother's mind. Smiling, he jumped up to take a seat on the edge of the washing machine. Then he leaned back, resting his hands on the white cover, and looked at her encouragingly.
"You've really given me a stiff cock, Mom. Can't you see what a boner I've got? Why don't you take it out of my shorts for me?"
Diane thought of saying no, but then remembered that there was no longer anything stopping her from succumbing to her incestuous passions. Her whole body shook as she stepped over and stood before the machine, between her son's legs.
Her hands came up, gripping the hem of his shorts. They trembled lightly as she slowly skinned them over his muscular ass cheeks, releasing his enormous prick.
"Like it, Mom?" Mike grinned.
"Oh, Michael! Your cock is huge!"
Hurriedly she pulled the shorts over his feet and dropped them into the laundry hamper, leaving him as naked as she was. Mike squirmed on the edge of the washer and parted his legs. To Diane, his upthrust cock looked like a magic wand, throbbing and jerking straight out of his prick fur laden with the sweet cum juice she craved so badly.
As Mike watched her, the horny mother slid her hands up his hairy thighs and cupped his wrinkled balls. Gently she fondled them, as if trying to feel the load of jism. Then, keeping one hand on the sac, she slid her right hand up his veined cock shaft and wrapped it tightly around the center of his throbbing prick.
"Oh shit, Mom that feel really good," Mike groaned. "Beat my meat."
Diane pumped his cock once hard, making hot pre-cum ooze from the piss hole. She rubbed her palm on the crown of his cock, anointing it with his fuck juices. Then she smeared his own dripping jism all over his prick, making its shaft and knob slippery and glistening.
Then she tightened her grip around his cock shaft and feverishly started to beat him off. Up and down her hand pumped, faster and faster, until her wrist was a blur as it stroked the length of his cock.
"Unggghhh!" Mike's face contorted as his prick swelled longer and stiffer and fatter, and more pre-cum spat and oozed from the slit. "Suck on it, Mom!" He thrust one hand behind her head, encouraging her to take his prick between her lips. "My dick's so stiff! Put it in your mouth and suck on it!"
Sliding her fist to the root of his thick cock, Diane eagerly dropped her head to the puffy crown of his prick. Extending her tongue, she licked all around the swollen cock head, darting her tongue into his piss slit. Mike whined and writhed on the washing machine.
"Suck it, Mom!" he gasped and his big prick twitched and jerked and danced. "Suck it, you're killing me! Suck the cum out of my balls!"
Diane continued to lick his prick a moment longer, wanting to make him as horny as possible. Then she opened her mouth wide and made a wet, gurgling sound as her lips engulfed the steely stiffness of his prick.
His cock was hot, musky and fleshy tasting, and fresh fuck cream juiced her pussy as she inhaled the aroma of her son's boner. Diane contracted her cheeks sharply, puckering her lips. Lewdly and wetly she started to suck, forming her lips in a tight circle around the center of his aching cock.
"That's right," Mike crooned. He stared at his mother, turned on by the spectacle of her pretty face being fucked by his raging stiff prick. "You're a good cock sucker, Mom! You can suck my dick as much as you want."
Slurping, smacking, gurgling sounds filled the laundry room as Diane lovingly went to work on her son's delicious prick. She flared her nostrils for air and forced her head downward, taking another inch of his cock between her lips.
The rosy, shiny-skinned prick knob pushed down her buttery throat, nearly making her choke. But her cock sucking hunger enabled Diane not to gag. Wrapping her fingers securely around the base of his cock, she jacked him off as she sucked, pumping and massaging the burning thickness of his long fat prick.
"Ah, God!" Mike bit his lip and started to rock his ass off the washing machine, fucking his horny mother's face with his cock. "Suck harder!" He could feel her teeth ever so lightly nipping his cock meat as she sucked, and that seemed to make him even hornier. "Oh God, you suck my dick so good!"
Diane wanted to drop her left hand between her thighs to fingerfuck her pussy, but she knew she had to play with Mike's balls and help him cum. Digging her fingers gently into the hairy sac, she massaged the twin, jism clotted globes, doing everything she could to make him ready to shoot.
"It's cumming up, Mom!" Mike cried excitedly. He pulled her thick, dark hair, heaving and jerking his hips eagerly off the machine. "I can feel it in my balls! Oh fuck, I'm gonna blow my wad any second!"
Blow your wad, Son, Diane thought hornily. I want to taste it. I want to suck down all of your hot cum. Shoot your cum for me, Michael. I want you to pop your rocks right in my mouth.
With her face contorted and her cheeks brightly flushed, the wanton mother sucked her son's prick as hard as she could. Feverishly she rolled her tongue around his cock head and prick shaft, pausing occasionally to lap fresh goo from his drooling piss slit. Mike's cock seemed to be growing stiffer by the second. Any moment, she thought. Any moment.
"Ahh, Mommy!" Mike grabbed her head and lurched off the machine, fucking nearly all of his boner between her wide-stretched lips. "Here I cummmm."
His cock exploded, spraying her throat with thick, milky cum. Again and again the while jism gushed out of his cockhead, shooting down his mother's throat. It was as if he hadn't cum in three months. There seemed to be no end to the reservoir of jism rushing out of his prick.
"Mmmpphhh," Diane gurgled. She whimpered around Mike's throbbing, squirting prick as the hot cock sap rushed down her throat. Clinging to his cock with her fist and lips, she furiously gulped it all down, swallowing until she'd drained every drop of her son's delicious spurting cum.
Then she took his prick out of her mouth and licked his cock shaft adoringly, cleaning her saliva off of the glistening shaft of his prick. But it soon became obvious that his prick wasn't going to soften. His cock remained rock-hard and throbbing, and Diane realized how eager Mike was to fuck his hard-on into her pussy.
Diane lifted her head, licked her lips and looked at her son with shamelessly horny eyes. "Do you want to fuck me now, Michael?"
"Yeah!" Mike shot back, an evil gleam in his eye. "Take some of those clothes out of the hamper and spread them on the floor. I'm going to fuck the shit out of your sweet, juicy cunt."
Diane wasn't used to taking orders from her own child, but it seemed only natural now that they were fucking. And she had to admit that the idea of being so submissive to him turned her on.
Eagerly, she turned from the machine and pulled a big pile of dirty clothes out of the hamper. Then she spread them on the space between the machines and the wall, forming a makeshift bed.
With his big stiff prick bobbing before him, Mike climbed off the machine and watched her impatiently. He stopped her when she started to rest on her back on the pile of clothes.