Billy cums down his mother’s throat.

After a few more rapid thrusts, Billy pushed his mother’s head forcefully down on his cock and held her there as he came, moaning loudly. She coughed and gagged for a moment as Billy’s cock pressed against the back of her throat, but then swallowed reflexively and continued swallowing without a second thought.

A few moments later Billy sighed with his last feeble spurts and began to pull away. Before he could, his mother grabbed his cock firmly in one hand and started jerking it as she sucked hard on the tip of Billy’s manhood. Billy moaned at the intense, nearly painful sensation as he watched his mother milk his cock.

She looked up at Billy and appeared suddenly flushed and embarrassed to have swallowed her son’s load and to be milking his cock so, but almost against her will, her hand dipped down between her legs and began massaging her pussy, churning and frothing the forgotten whipped cream.

Her hand moved with greater urgency between her thighs as she gave Billy’s manhood a kiss and released it, then leaned back, propping herself up with her free hand and exposing her cream covered pussy to his gaze. Her other hand rubbed her clit, and she moaned softly. It was only a few moments before her body tensed and she cried out. Her fingers strummed her clit furiously as she bucked against her hand, moaning loudly.

Half a minute later, the spasms subsided and her hand rubbed her pussy in slow, wide circles. She sat up, breathing deeply and looked up at her son. Billy stared down at her, a small smile on his face, wondering at how little mental prompting he did.

Both Billy and his mom were a bit spent at the moment, but it shouldn’t take long for them to recover. Maybe they’ll take a little time to get cleaned up, and retire to the bedroom. Then again, maybe Billy will take another go right here and now.