A smile played on her lips as she positioned herself on all fours, then let her chest settle on the bed leaving her thick ass sticking up in the air. The smile grew when she felt him position himself behind her, the swollen head of his cock just touching the entrance to her dripping pussy.
“OHHH SHIT!” she screamed in ecstasy as he slammed his thick hard cock all the way in with one huge lunge.
Mark loved fucking her this way. The way her meaty cheeks rippled with each forward thrust never stopped amazing him. With each new thrust he delighted at the sight before him.
Just as her son was pummeling his hips against Amy’s prodigious ass, Lauren Turner was sitting in the front room, a glass of red wine in her hand, reminiscing about the past five years. It never failed to fill her with both sorrow and love. Sorrow for the loss of her husband, and love for how her son had taken charge after the funeral. When they had returned to the small two-bedroom bungalow after the service he had announced that he was going to quit school and get a job so he could take care of her. Somehow she had managed to get him to promise to graduate first, but that hadn’t stopped him from going out and getting a weekend job. She still remembered the pride on his face as he handed over his first paycheck and told her to use it for whatever they needed. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, even as she smiled at the memory.
Mark was close, he could feel it in his balls each time they swung forward against Amy’s sensitive clit. With his hands gripping her fleshy hips he closed his eyes and hammered into her with all his might. Each thrust brought a squeal to her lips and a grunt from him. Just before he exploded Amy reached the pinnacle of her climax.
“AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” she yelled as her pussy convulsed around the thick invading tube of flesh mercilessly battering her very depths.
Her yell caused Mark to gaze down at the rippling ass, and as if in a dream, just for the briefest moment, he saw not Amy taking his glistening cock but his mother receiving his mighty thrusts. The vision was enough to shake him to his very core, but also enough to produce the greatest orgasm of his young life.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” he screamed with each jet of cum that shot up into Amy’s clasping cunt.
Exhausted, Amy collapsed on the bed with Mark on top of her, his still twitching cock buried in her flooded pussy. They lay this way for some time, both fighting hard to regain their breath.
Once she could speak Amy managed to mutter, “Damn that was good!”
Mark’s reply was just as weak. “Yes it was.”
It was nearing ten-thirty by the time they said their goodbyes and Mark had driven the short distance to his home. He parked the old Ford pickup that he inherited from his father behind his mother’s Buick at the curb, then walked the short distance to the front door. There were no lights on in the house, so he tried to be as quiet as possible when he entered. He figured his mom had already gone to bed and didn’t want to wake her. To his surprise though, once his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he spotted her stretched out on the couch sound asleep.