Brenda's eyes devoured her son's cock. A small tuft of hair bunched at the base, but she saw none on his sweet-looking balls. His cock and balls were what she yearned for – strong, hard, almost without hair. She ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing as her cunt burned hotly inside her tight panties. Her clit had swelled up until its tip brushed her panties, making her tremble with desire.
"Do you really need such a picture, darling?" she asked in a breathless voice.
Her fingers began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She wasn't sure just how far to go with her son, but her body, her cunt was demanding. She gazed at his cock, watching it jerk back and forth, opening her blouse.
"Pictures are nice, baby," she said in a low, whispery voice, "but the real thing is better."
She had her buttons undone now, and held her blouse with both hands.
"See what I mean?" she said, and flung her blouse wide-open.
Joey gasped, looking at his mother's tits. They stood high and widely spaced on her hard nipples poking upward, with a light-brown circle behind them. Her tit-flesh was creamy and firm-looking, and while he stared with awe, his cock almost gushed hot cum juice. If he had not grabbed it with his fist, he might have come. He squeezed his cock hard, unable to take his eyes off his mother's beautiful, flawless tits.
"I have pretty titties, don't I, Joey?" she asked softly, cupping them and twisting her nipples. "My tits are very sensitive, too. Look at Mother's nipples. They're so hard, aren't they?"
Joey made strangling sounds, unable to talk. He feasted his eyes on her tits, gripping his cock as hard as he could, afraid he would come off before his mother. Brenda caressed her tits, her hips swaying sensuously as her own eyes sucked in his cock and balls.
"Joey, stand up," she whispered. "Please, stand up for me."
Joey remained frozen, unable to take his eyes off her tits or move or release his cock. Brenda sank to her knees, urging him to stand. Slowly, he stood, still clinging to his cock hard. Brenda gazed at it with moist eyes, then brushed one of her nipples over his cockhead, feeling his slippery cock-juice against her flesh. Joey stared as if awed by what his mother was doing to him. The magazine, still on the floor, was totally forgotten. What he was seeing was real. Those were real tits he saw, and his mother was holding his cock to one of her nipples, his piss hole on top of it.
"Ooooh, that feels so good," Brenda murmured softly, lifting her eyes to look into her son's face. "Do you like it, too, honey? Do you like to feel yourself against my titty?"
For the first time since his mother walked in on him, Joey gave a sigh. He nodded his head, licking at his lips. His eyes were huge and burning with excitement and his breath came out in quick, short gasps.
Looking back down at her son's cock, Brenda slipped it from one tit to the other, rubbing his seeping piss hole over her nipples. She moaned softly as she crushed her nipples inward on the head of his cock, the juices feeling hot on her flesh. Her nipples tingled with pleasure. The image of her vibrator came to mind, but she had no need of the vibrator as long as she could use her son's cock this way.
"You're so hard and hot, Joey," she whispered throatily, shoving his cock from tit to tit. "And it's so beautiful. Do you like to play with it, baby? Does it feel very good when you play with your cock?"
Joey's eyes bulged as his mother said the word. Brenda giggled, a small, naughty sound.
"Well, it is a cock, isn't it?" she said, squeezing his prick and drawing her fist upward, making more liquid bubble out of his pies hole. "It's a very hard cock, a very hot cock!"
"Gosh, Mother!" Joey choked. "Gosh! This is… I don't know what to say, Mother."
"Then don't say anything." She smiled up at him, pushing the head of his cock into her nipple and pumping his cock shaft. "Just let me enjoy this and give you a good time. It isn't much fun jacking off alone. It can be so much more fun when someone else is with you, doing it for you."
Brenda placed her son's cock between her tits, cupping the flawless mounds and pushing them tightly about his prick. His cockhead bulged up from the valley, her nipples almost touching. She moved her body slightly, rubbing his cock with her tits. His cockhead strained upward and brushed at her neck as she gazed at her son's face.
"Oooooooh, feel it, Joey?" she hissed softly. "Is my tit hot on your cock? Do you like to feel Mother's tits on your cock this way?"
Joey was gasping, watching what his mother was doing. His knees were open, pressing against her sides. She felt her son's legs shaking as she ran his cock in and out of the valley of her tits. Leaning forward to keep his cock pressed against her flesh, she began to caress his thighs and hips, her hands moving slowly as she touched him. Already her flesh between her tits was glistening with the surprising amount of fuck-juice dripping from his cock.
She leaned close into him, pressing his cock against his stomach and between her tits. She felt his hot, hairless balls below her tits, and it sent a delightful shiver of eagerness through her. Her cunt was drenching her panties, and she didn't care. Her clit bulged out, straining at the nylon crotch.
She kissed his chest through his t-shirt, her tongue flicking over one of his hidden, tiny nipples. Joey gasped loudly, lifted his hands and started to put them on his mother's shoulders, then hesitated.
"It's okay, honey," she moaned softly. "You can touch me, too."
When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Brenda felt her son shaking badly, his cock throbbing between her tits and his stomach. Shoving his t-shirt up, Brenda swirled her tongue about his tiny nipples, nipping at the small buds with her white, even teeth. Joey dug into his mother's shoulders, feeling as if he was about to come off any second.
Brenda, feeling the increase of his throbs, pulled back.
"Stand up, honey," she urged softly, staring at his cock with smoldering eyes. "Stand up and you can do it better."
"Do what, Mother?" Joey asked, his voice still low and choked.
"Just stand up," she repeated.
Joey stood, his legs shaking as he looked down at his mother's tits. They stood out firm and beautiful, her light-brown nipples now arching upward. Brenda, on her knees, stroked her hot hands up and down her son's thighs, his hips, and finally to his ass. She filled her palms with each cheek of his tight ass, curling her fingers into the flesh. She squeezed his ass, a sob of delight bubbling from her throat. His cock jerked upward, a bead of liquid forming on his piss hole.
"Put your cock between my tits again," she instructed.
Joey leaned forward.
"Oh, Joey!" she protested. "You're supposed to hold my tits around your cock!"
Joey's hands shook as he lowered them to the full tits of his mother. He couldn't believe this, that his mother wanted him to touch her tits, to put his cock between them. He held his hands at each side of her tits, as if afraid.
"Do it!" she hissed. "Hold Mother's tits around your cock!"
Joey smashed her hot tits around his cock, holding his breath. He had never felt tits before, and was surprised at how soft yet firm, they were. His cock was caught between them, and his mother clutched the cheeks of his ass hard, making soft sobbing sounds.
"Fuck them!" Brenda groaned.
Joey's young body jerked at the word.
"Fuck my titties!" Brenda insisted, squeezing the cheeks of his ass hard. "Come on, baby, fuck Mother's tits! Jack off between my tits! Fuck them… come on my tits!"
Joey moved.
He began to pump up and down slowly, holding her tits tightly around his cock. Brenda felt the sliding motion, the wetness, and held his ass tightly, purring softly with delight. Her tits were very sensitive to the touch, and the hard throbbing of her son's cock between them sent wild ripples down her body to her cunt.