“Hmm."" I sucked him, but slowly, his back arched off the couch and his legs straightened his body straining to come, but I was holding him off. Finally losing control, Paul cried out, “Suck my cock, you nasty skank, you dirty fucking slut!"

“oh, that's it!" I purred around his cock and sucked him faster, Either now into it, or afraid I would stop, Paul kept going.

“You're a slut Molly, a nasty little cum dumpster! My mother's a cock sucking whore."

I groaned around him and sucked him faster. Paul cried out and I gasped and my eyes rolled back when he exploded into my mouth. I had him deep and the first squirt hit the back of my mouth, His thick salty cum sliding down my throat. I quickly pulled my mouth from him, but kept it open, jerking him off. A long spurt landed on my tongue and the next one splattered against my chin.

“Come on my face." I called out, my eyes and face a mask of lust Like when I was on the set.

“Come in mommy's face!"

I stroked him and turned my head side to side, letting him paint my face.

"Yes!" I moaned, “All over your mother's face, just like you thought about! Take that, you fucking whore, that's what you thought, wasn't it?"

I pumped his cock until his moans turned to whimpers and only a few drops came out. I sucked him back into my mouth and sucked hard, draining his balls completely. I let him go and sat back on my knees, my son's cum dripping from my face and onto my tits.

“Oh fuck." Paul groaned, “Oh my God, mom."

I stood up between his legs making no effort to wipe the come from my face and looked down at his still hard twitching cock.

“Better than the movies?" I asked, my chest heaving.

“I....didn't want that." He said in between his own deep breaths.

“Then why am I wearing a huge load on my face?"

“Because you...made me." He said, but his eyes were on first my breasts, then darted down between my thighs.

"You're a strong twenty year old boy twice my weight. I couldn't really make you do anything, baby boy." I grabbed his cock, “And you're still hard for me, aren't you?"

“Mom, stop."

“Oh, you get yours, but I can't get mine? Molly always comes on the set, she's going to cum here."

I got back on the couch, once again straddling him, “But before I do, I think you mother would like to go for a ride."

Before he could react, I reached back, grabbed his cock and impaled myself on it.

“Oh fuck." Paul cried out in my ear as his cock plunged into his mother's sopping pussy.

“Oh, yeah!" I moaned, working my hips across his lap, sliding his cock back and forth inside me.

“Nice and hard for your mother."

I put my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down, riding him. Leaning forward, I pushed my tit in his face, “Suck on them while I enjoy you not wanting me."

Paul obediently sucked on my nipple and I rode him harder, my hips bucking up and down and really driving him deep. I flicked my tongue across his ear before whispering, “How's it feel to fuck your mother? As good as you hoped? You like being in a pussy that's been used by so many men I've lost track?"