Which was where she needed him now.
Diana released Justin’s cock from her mouth with a slurping noise. Justin groaned. She stood up, tits bobbing with the movement. “Get your pants off,” she ordered.
Justin quickly shed his shorts and boxers, moving so quickly that he managed to tangle his clothes and sneakers together and fell back into the chair. Meanwhile, Diana cleaned the clutter from her desk with one sweep of her arm. Justin admired the curve of his mother’s ass as she bent over. He licked his lips and disentangled himself from his clothing.
Diana turned around to give Justin further instruction, and found him standing naked before her, his massive rod pointed straight at her. Before she could form a word he closed on her, wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her. Diana found herself pressed backward against the desk, surprised and enflamed by Justin’s assault. She reached down and around to cup his buttocks and pull him harder against her body. His hardened cock nudged up against her stomach, leaving trails of clear fluid along her rock-hard abs.
Justin’s fingers danced across her skin, tracing the lines of her muscles as he explored his mother’s phenomenal body. She was tight and smooth, like a statue sculpted from warm marble. He kissed her throat and her collarbone, then traced his tongue along the slope of her right breast. He sucked lightly on the nipple, then continued down her ribs and nuzzled against her flat stomach. He heard his mother hiss as he pressed his cheek against her panty-clad pubic mound. Justin grinned when he felt his mother’s moisture through the thin panel of her panties mark his cheek.
Justin kissed the wet spot, eliciting another hiss of breath from his mother, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and ripped the flimsy garment from her body. Then it was his turn to make a sharp intake of breath, as he beheld his own mother’s pussy. The lips were enflamed, bright pink, and beaded with moisture. He saw the button of her clitoris peaking out from its hood, and above that a smooth expanse of flesh. His mother kept her pubis shaved clean. Justin licked his lips once more.
He fastened his lips on his mother’s pussy and lashed her clit with his tongue. A flood of moisture stained his chin as he went to work, nibbling and nuzzling her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her pink depths, caressing the pearl-like nub of her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Diana cried. Her thighs clamped tight around his head and she combed her fingers through his short dark hair, pressing his face against her steaming cunt. “Yes, baby, yes, oh fuck!” she moaned.
Diana threw her head back and released a wordless cry as Justin’s ministrations brought her to a shuddering climax. A delicious heat exploded in her pussy, sending spiraling tendrils of warmth throughout her body. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, her turgid nipples ached, tears of pleasure leaked from her eyes.
With effort, Justin extricated himself from his mother’s embrace. His face was slick with her pussy juice. He swept his tongue along his lips and chin to taste her once more and looked up at her.