Tit sucking and fingering.

After a moment Sarah moved up to the bed so that she was sitting next to her son, her right leg and hip pressing against his. She reached over with her left hand to massaging his inner thigh, almost, but not quite touching his sex. With her right hand she brought his face to hers for another kiss.

As they made out John?s right hand went around Sarah?s back, finding her hip and pulling her body more firmly against his. His left hand went to her stomach, his finger tips slowly exploring the smooth skin of her abdomen before moving up. John hesitated for a moment, before finally moving his hand up the last half inch to his mother?s breast. It was soft and warm, firm yet pliant as her gently fondled her flesh, his thumb finally reaching her nipple, the reddish nub hardening under his touch.

Sarah moaned into their kiss as her son grouped her, rolling her shoulder to press her breast more firmly into her son?s hand while her own hand moved off of his thigh to once again take hold of his penis. As she slowly stroked him John ended there kiss, shifting on the bed so that he was facing his mother. His hand on her hip went to her other breast and the hand on her breast went to her thigh. His eyes locked onto his mother?s as he leaned forward, his mouth finding her now unattended breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple before, for the first time in fifteen years, he took her teat into his mouth, gently sucking on her flesh.

Sarah?s other hand quickly found the back of her son?s head as he suckled her, holding him more firmly against her breast. She felt him bit down on her tit, which had been one of the main reasons she stopped breastfeeding him in the first place, but now he was gentle about it, more playful then anything else, so she allowed it. The fact that it made her pussy throb probably helped her tolerant attitude. Speaking of her pussy... Sarah released her son?s penis, her hand finding the one he had on her thigh, guiding it to her sex.

His fingers slowly traced her folds before diving between the, finding her entrance, his fingertip slipping into her. Sarah moaned as her son gently rubbed her tunnel, thrusting her pelvis against his hand, trying to get him deeper inside her. John released his mother?s breast, looking down as he slid his finger deeper into her vagina, feeling her inner muscles clench around him, her walls hot and wet.

Then he pulled out of her, watching as his finger slipped out from between her folds, slick with her juices. He held his hand up to his face, sniffing his finger before poping it into his mouth, sucking off her cum.

?How?s it taste?? Sarah asked.

?Great,? John leaned in, kissing her as his hand went back to her pussy, stroking the length of her sex before finding her clit. Sarah ended the kiss with a groan, gazing at her son with lust.

?Oh God, do that again,? He did.

?Now what?? John asked as he rubbed his mother?s clit.

Sarah grabbed his hand, stilling it. ?Enough of this,? she gasped. ?Were done with foreplay,? Sarah grinned. ?It?s time to fuck your mother now.?