"I gofta move, Mother!" he groaned. "I can't just sit here! I have to move!"
Carol's eyes flashed into his face, her hands back under his spreading ass cheeks. She sucked at the head of her son's cock as strong as she could, knowing if she kept it up he would gush come in her mouth. For a moment she hesitated, not knowing what it would be like to have a cock squirt into her mouth. That had happened only in her fantasies, and she didn't know what it would be like in reality. Yet she kept sucking greedily, her nipple being scraped by his tight, hot asshole. She let her son move his cock back and forth, fuck at her mouth. She was almost passive with him sitting on her tits, with her only movement her tongue and lips, her legs opening and closing. Roger's balls bounced below her chin, adding to her rapture.
She felt his cock throbbing more than before and she was sure he was dripping more. Her tongue was coated with the slippery juices and she had to swallow. She found it enjoyable to swallow those juices, more than she had fantasized. Her mouth became watery as she sucked at the head of her son's cock. Her cunt was pulsating with a wild heat, and she could feel an orgasm boiling deep inside it. She began to moan and sob softly as her son started moving the head of his cock back and forth between her lips.
Roger's hips jerked, pumping back and forth. Carol cupped the cheeks of his ass, her fingers digging into the tight flesh, urging her son to move as fast as he wanted. She felt what he was feeling, and she wanted it to be good for him. She would worry about his coming when it happened. Right now she loved the taste and feel of his young cock fucking in and out of her lips, the friction thrilling her, making her mouth tingle.
Roger gasped, leaning over and bracing herself with his hands on the arm of the couch just above his mothers head. He pumped up and down, pushing only the head of his cock into his mother's mouth. He panted heavily as his balls turned tight, swelling with a surprising load of come juice.
Carol sucked with her lips while her tongue swirled. The fuck juices dripping from his piss hole filled her mouth time and again, burning at her throat. She swallowed them and her ass began to twist and writhe on the cushions. Her cunt was on fire, blazing hotly as that deep orgasm started swelling like an over-filled balloon. She began to groan. Her eyes, although open, were glazed and rolled about dreamily.
Roger eagerly fucked at his mother's mouth, but always with just the swollen head. Carol could hear her son gasping, and she could feel the greater hardness of his cock with her lips. He was quickly approaching the point of discharge and she still didn't know how to handle it when he came. Yet her tongue kept swirling as she sucked noisily, making wet sounds.
"Mother, I think I'm gonna do it again!" Roger cried out.
His hips jerked up and down spastically, uncontrolled. His cock was fucking in and out of her tight, sucking lips. Carol held his tight, shaking ass checks in her palms, letting him fuck the head of his delicious cock into her mouth as vigorously as he wanted, as he had to do.
With a sudden groan, Roger jerked his cock a few inches from his mother's lips… and came.
The creamy white come juice gushed out of his prick rapidly, splashing upon Carol's face. She cried out as the hot come juice smeared her checks and nose. She dug hard into his ass, one finger pressing upon his tight asshole. Her eyes remained wide open, but glazed in rapture. She took a full load of her son's come juice into her face, and not a drop penetrated her still-open lips.
Squirt after squirt splashed into her face and she could feel it trickle down her flesh, onto her neck. She could see her son's cock jerking up and down as he came, watching the thick come juice boil from his piss hole before it landed in her face.
By the time Roger finished coming, Carol's face was covered with his come juice. Still Roger squatted there, gasping hard, his cock deflating slowly until the wet tip rested upon one of his mother's tits.
"Mother, I didn't mean for that to happen," he said, looking bashful.
"Don't worry about it, darling!" she said, sliding her hands up his thighs and cupping his ass again. She pulled him forward, his legs sliding over her shoulders until his cock and balls dangled above her face. "I loved it. Roger. You can come in my face anytime you want."
Then she lifted her face and buried it into her son's crotch, inhaling the exciting scent of him, his cock and balls pressing into her come-juice covered face. She kissed at his balls, then beneath than. The tip of her tongue darted out, and scraped along the underside of her son's balls until she had both of them on her lips. With a little sob, she sucked them into her mouth. Roger grunted in surprise. Carol sucked at his preciously young balls, his cock resting alongside her nose. Her eyes were closed again as she swirled her tongue about his tender balls, tasting them.
Then she released him.
"You fucked me in my mouth, baby," she whispered. "Did you know that? You fucked Mother in the mouth just the way you fucked a cunt a little while ago. Did you like that, Roger? Fucking me in my mouth?"
"I sure did, Mother," he said, pulling his ass back to her tits and sitting there, but not putting his full weight on them.
"You should have had your cock in my mouth when you came, you know," she whispered. "You shouldn't have pulled it out. You wouldn't have taken your cock out if it had been in my cunt, would you?"
"Oh, no!" Roger replied. "I couldn't have, Mother."
Her face glistened with come juice, and few drops had splashed into her hair. Her lips felt puffy and slightly stretched even now. She grinned up at her son very wickedly. "Then, next time you fuck me in my mouth, you have to leave your cock in it, and come!"
"Come in your mouth, Mother?" he asked, surprised.
"Why not?" she said.
"But… that would be the same as peeing in your mouth," Roger said.
Carol laughed, half giggling. "Well, in a way, but not the same." Her eyes rolled for a moment then she whispered in a very low voice, "I wouldn't care if you did pee in my mouth, darling."
Roger gasped, sliding off his mother and standing there, looking down at her.
"Really? Aw, Mother, you wouldn't let me pee in your mouth."
Carol ran her hand between his thighs, cupping his balls and looking at his dangling cock.
"Why wouldn't I?" she murmured.
"Because that's… I don't know," he said.
He moved his eyes down to her hairy cunt. Carol opened her legs wide.
"Touch my cunt, baby," she invited, cradling his empty balls lovingly in her palm. "Feel Mother's cunt, honey. I'm very wet and hot, but I came when you did. My pussy is very hot."
Roger ran his fingers through the silky hair of his mother's cunt, along side her throbbing clitoris. He leaned over and peered at the pink wetness, and with a sudden giggle, shoved his mouth to her pussy. He kissed his mother's cunt, feeling the wet heat surround his mouth.
"Obhhh, baby!" Carol cried softly, lifting her crotch to her son's mouth. "Oooo, kiss my pussy, darling! Oh, kiss Mother's hot, wet cunt!"
Roger parted his lips slightly, and moved them until they were on her long clitoris. Carol's hips jerked upward and her clit slipped into her son's mouth. Roger, without any experience, sucked at his mother's clit instinctively, making her cry out with ecstasy. Carol pressed a hand at the back of her son's head, grinding her cunt up at his mouth.
"Suck it, Roger!" she squealed. "Oh, baby! Suck Mother's clit! Ahhhh, yes, honey! Suck on Mother's cunt hard! Use your tongue more, darling! Lick at my pussy… taste Mother's hot, wet cunt!"