"C'mon, Mom," Jack gasped, "make me come!"
He knew perfectly well that she had no intention of doing that for quite some time. Nor would he have really wanted her to, for that matter.
She ran the tip of her tongue up the length of his cock, while continuing to fondle his balls. When she got to the sensitive spot where the fleshy knob joined the shaft, she rubbed her tongue tip all the way around it. She licked the knob itself, paying special attention to the piss-hole. Then, she ran her tongue back down the other side of his whanger, ending up at the root, where she kissed and licked some more.
"MOM!" He gasped.
She began to kiss his balls, with very light little kisses, sort of nibbling with her lips at the wrinkled skin which covered his manly jewels. A moment later, she slipped her mouth over his ball-sac and began to suck, while continuing to squeeze his rod with her hand.
All this playing around was fine, she thought, but it sure wasn't much easier on her nerves than it was on his. She felt her clit throb with eagerness, her cunt was completely awash. As for her nipples, they were so swollen now to about twice their normal size and she couldn't help thinking that she'd give just about anything for a man's tongue on them!
After sucking her son's balls a bit longer, she slipped her mouth off of them and kissed her way back up the shaft of her son's tool. Then, she slid her lips over the knob, and really began to suck his prick in earnest.
Jack seemed to give a little shudder of relief to at last have his mother's lips where he so needed them! He lay back on the bed, his feet still resting on the floor. He just couldn't imagine how anything could possibly feel better than those lips of his mother's on his tool!
She was varying the action plenty even now, though. She figured that monotony in sex is one of the very worst things there is, and in fact she was pretty good at avoiding it. At first she took her son's tool all the way in her mouth, so that the knob was pressing way back against the back of her throat. That made breathing a bit difficult, almost made her gag, for that matter, but she liked having the thing there too. It made her feel very feminine to have any part of her body completely filled with a male organ like that.
With the rod all the way in, she used her lips to suck on the very lowest part of it, while keeping her tongue running back and forth along the shaft. She could tell from the feel of his balls in her hand just how excited he was, and that was plenty! The things were really pulled up tight under his whanger, obviously just aching for a chance to unload some of their stuff in her mouth.
She kept up that action for a while, then decided to vary the pace by sliding her mouth back so that almost all of her son's penis was back out in the air, the saliva glistening on it. She just sucked away on the spot where shaft and knob joined, while using her tongue either to tease the top of the glans, or to stimulate the underside of Jack's prick by sliding quickly back and forth between her lips and the male organ.
"Suck me, Mom! Suck me! Suck me!"
While she sucked and licked and generally drove her son's cock into a state of absolute frenzy, she was doing a pretty good job on herself, too. She was using one hand to play with her son's balls, but that meant that the other one was free to do what it liked with the sensitive parts of her body. Her only problem was that there were so many sensitive parts that she didn't have a very easy time deciding which ones to go for. Both her breasts, for instance, were really swollen with excitement, and her nipples were swollen even more. But her clit was also crying out for action, and she could just imagine how nice it would be to slide her fingers back and forth inside her slick cunt. As a result, her free hand flitted around from one spot to another giving as much attention as it could to each before moving on. The result was frustration, but a sexy kind of frustration, just as Jack was afire with sexy frustration from the job she was doing with her mouth on his whanger.
What she wanted to do, if it could be managed, was to finger herself to a come at just the same moment as Jack got off. She guessed that the best way she could do that would be to stimulate till it was on the point of blasting off, then holding back by giving it enough attention to keep it hot, but not enough to make it just that extra bit hotter that would be necessary to make her come. She slid her fingers into her cunt and pressed them apart, pushing the joints against the tender pussy-walls while using the thumb to flick her tingling clit.
"Wow, I'd better be careful with that!" she thought as she drew her thumb across the tight little fun-button. One more stroke would probably have brought her off right then and there.
From then on, she was a bit more careful, rubbing the surrounding labia, for instance, without actually touching her clitoris much.
Her lips were still going to town on her son's prick and he was tossing his head from side to side in excitement. She could tell from the incredible stiffness of his rod, from his heavy breathing, from a lot of other little signs that she'd learned from twenty-four years of fucking around that be was just about to come. It would take just a bit more stimulation, just a little bit more…
She slid her lips slowly along the length of his shaft while rubbing her tongue against his tingling prickskin. She felt the already super rigid member stiffen even more and knew that he was about to come. She gave her clit three sharp little flicks with her thumb, and that was enough to bring her off too, at just the moment that he started firing.
He had felt his organ tense, known he was on the brink, and then suddenly, all the tension and frustration built up by his mother's incredibly tantalizing way of licking prick burst forth in a series of shuddering gushes that sent his spunk driving into her mouth.
His organ was really unloading, and she was coming too, he could feel that from the tight way her lips gripped his cock, from the way her head was shaking slightly.
The feeling of the first gob of man-cream hitting the roof of her mouth coincided beautifully with the first female come-spasms which poured through her. Then her whole body seemed to be exploding, and all the while, she continued to suck her son's prick!
At last her body was still and his dick quit jizzing. She knelt there, continuing to suck on the thing, even as it weltered in its own juice in her dainty little mouth. She liked the feeling of a spent prick slowly softening up inside her. She used her tongue to baste it with its own come, and to slosh the spunk around in her mouth from side to side. She was just about to swallow the stuff when she heard a stunned voice say, "Good God!"
It was her husband Clif!
In a sort of automatic gesture she gulped down the spunk and pulled her mouth off of her son's tool, but of course Clif had seen everything. He didn't look angry, not yet. Just shell-shocked.
Jack started to pull his clothes on hurriedly and Ursula glanced around desperately for hers.
"What is going on?" Clif asked, his voice trembling with steadily increasing rage. "What is goin' ON?"
Neither Ursula not Jack said anything. There wasn't anything at all to say.
It was obvious from the look on Clif's face that he was making a monumental effort to control himself, to keep from hitting both of them.
"Answer me!" he said, his self-mastery disintegrating slowly but surely under the pressure of his anger. "ANSWER ME!"
"We were… oh, Clif, we didn't mean to!" Ursula said, her voice full of unhappiness. It wasn't just that she was humiliated at having been caught like this, but that she really regretted having hurt her husband like this.
Clif's fists were clenched now. Not that he was going to use them on anyone. Rather, by clenching them as tightly as he could he was trying to drain off some of the enraged energy which was nearly choking him.