Donna and I were mirror images as we watched each other and moved almost as one -- both of us straddling our young stud sons. We gave each other reassuring smiles as we slowly lowered ourselves downward till our pussies were hovering over our sons' cocks. I could see Donna's cunt lips, swollen and spread, like a hungry mouth ready to swallow her son's long and hard penis. Between my legs, I could feel the immensity of my son's cockhead, brushing my wet flesh between my labia.

Donna and I nodded to each other and then almost reading each other's minds, we mouthed to each other, "One-Two-THREE." On the Three...