She slid down and again took the flaccid cock inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Within seconds, it was growing stiffer, returning to its previous state.
She sat upright again, continuing to stimulate his member with her talented tongue. Soon he was ready for another round, and she helped guide him back into place. This time she rode him, bouncing atop him, grinding her pelvis against his own.
Their bodies slapped together repeatedly, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through him. His hands rested on her bare thighs, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
She looked down at him and smiled knowingly.
"You should meet your father," she said, riding him. Her breathing was haggard and fast.
"...why?" He asked feeling his cock was going to be resigned after this session of mother and son. "Why would I want to see that old man?"
