Quality time with my son

I licked his thigh, then moved back to his hairy balls. He was moaning, telling me how good it felt. The salty taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth were too much for me. I reached down and began fingering my clitoris as I continued to suck off my son.
I looked up at him as I licked his balls as I did it. He was looking down at my face as my tongue repeatedly darted out, tasting the skin around his cock.
“Oh, God, Mom, what a sight!” Adam said.
I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went, feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked all the way to the big, throbbing purple head, and just opened my mouth wide and took him in as far as I could.

When it reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, tasting his dick. It was just like when I’d done it to my husband Jack, he felt and tasted just like Jack. I wrapped my hand around the base of his teenaged cock and stroked upward gently. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me with his purple-headed monster. (Just like Jack used to do.)
I plunged one finger into my cunt, and I shivered all over as I came. The dirty image of my own son fucking my mouth in the dirty garage just put me over the top and I convulsed as I had the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having in my life.
My son groaned, pushing his cock even further into my throat. I felt the first jet of come down my throat. Then spurt after spurt filling my mouth. I swallowed most of it, but some of my son’s come ran out of my mouth and down my chin. I looked up at my son, my face full of come.
Finally, he pulled his still-throbbing cock out of my mouth. I still knelt in front of him. He reached down and pulled me up to stand beside him. I was breathing hard, and I could feel his hot gasping breath on my cheek as he turned toward me.