“Can I at least take my bra off? It’s not very comfortable wearing it that way.” She asks.
“Good.” He says squeezing her ass. “It makes me feel powerful to give you orders you don’t want to follow.” Her body tingle at the thought.
So as they clean, Kathryn’s tits freely jiggle and bounce under her shirt. Her bra unable to give her massive orbs any support.
Whenever she is around her son she is hyper aware of her dangling breasts and her lacy panties, the only thing covering her lower half.
Her delicious shame is spurred on by Tommy taking every opportunity to grope her body.
He would come up behind her and stick his arms up under the front of her shirt. Grabbing her tits. Squeezing and jiggling them, or pinching and pulling her nipples. He would spank and squeeze her ass. Or reach into her panties and grab her pussy as she moaned.
When they were wrapping up Tommy came up to her. “Follow me you old cow.”
“Tommy!” She exclaims. Both insulted and thrilled.
“Now!” He orders.
Docily she follows him to the old barn, where he has her strip off her shirt and bra. Then he makes her get on her hands and knees on an old hay bale.
He grabs a tit in each hand and tugs like he is milking her. “Moo, you fat cow. Moo for me.”
Utterly humiliated, she does. “Mooo! Mooo!”
Tommy laughs at his slut mom.
When he finally grows tired of her humiliation he moves behind her tearing her panties down.
Tommy climbs onto the hay and grabs his mom’s beautiful red hair. Roughly, he pushes her down. Her ass in the air, her face and tits pressed uncomfortably against the hay.
She gasps as his dick easily shoves into her eager twat.
Tommy hammers her pussy from behind. Each thrust shoving her face and tits against the scratchy hay.
“Mooo! Mooo!” Still she debases herself for her son’s sexual enjoyment. “Mooo! MOOOOOOOO!” The humiliation quickly pushing her into another screaming orgasm.
Tommy fucks his whore mother until he busts another nutt into her sloppy cunt.
He makes her crawl on her hands and knees across the yard to the farmhouse. Then he lets her clean up and get dressed.
They head back home in silence. Both excited by their new found lusts.
That evening Kathryn is still quite randy. In bed she finds Quinn is ready to fuck too.
Of course sex won’t be as excitingly dirty with him. Her husband is so boring.
As they undress she notices suspicious scratches across his back.
“How did you get these?” She asks. Instantly seeing the answer on his guilty face.
Instead of making her angry, she gets excited. The thought of boring Quinn sleeping around on her sends shivers through her body. She wanted to suck his cock and taste the other woman’s adulterous pussy juice.
As calm as she can. “Who was it?”
“I…I can’t.” He actually had tears in his eyes. That turned her on too.
“Tell me, Quinn.” She demands sternly.
“I…it was Nikki.” He answers sorrowfully. “I know it was wrong but…”
She can’t really hear the rest of his excuse. Nikki, their own daughter. Bent over and fucked, panting under her own sweaty father.