Joey slowly came to consciousness feeling suction being applied to his cock. He looked down to see his mother’s head bobbing as her hands stroked his shaft.
“I thought you might come before you woke up.” She said releasing him and maneuvering to straddled him.
Jane guided his cock, placing it to her and lowering herself onto it. Her moan was quite pleasing to his ear. She began to reciprocate her ass with a slow rhythm.
“It’s only 6 o’clock. I took a quick shower. Do you like to eat pussy?”
“I love to eat pussy! Are you in a hurry?”
“Not at all.”
Mother, atop son, continued to suck for long minutes. Jane would occasionally lower herself forward, pressing her ample breasts onto her son’s chest. He would rapidly piston his cock up into her until both were breathless and lay still for long moments.
“Bring it up and feed me.” He eventually directed.
Jane placed both hands on the wall above the headboard, her knees supported by pillows as Joey’s head lay between the pillars, his hands supporting and squeezing her buttocks, as he gave her pussy a tongue lashing, her whimpering attesting to the stress of climbing the ladder. Soon, her body stilled momentarily before quaking violently. Her ass humped her son’s head heedless of his ability to breathe. Her forehead rested on the wall as the orgasm slowly slipped away.
Joey maneuvered his head from beneath his mother, sucking in badly needed air. Pulling at her legs and hips, he positioned her on her back, placing himself between her legs, that lifted with the inner knowledge of what was expected of her. He cradled her as she reached for his cock, putting it to her. They coupled easily and he began to fuck her with a moderate rhythm.
The room had been only dimly lit at the beginning of their incestuous play. Now, 7:10 the room was fully illuminated by the light coming through the two windows and the door that had been left wide-open, the light filtering through the rooms of the house and down the hallway.
Mother and son fucked passionately in the middle of the bed, amongst the sheets and heavy bedspread. Jane’s knees were pulled back and moved in a reciprocating motion, giving her son a good ride as he pounded her ass, her ample butt cheeks flattening, into the bed.
“Fuck me, Joey.” She whispered. “Your cock is so good. Fuck your mother with that big cock.”
“I hope you’re not expecting to get up soon.” He assured her. “I’m going fuck you a while. I’m enjoying your pussy. ”
“I’ve never been more comfortable or been fucked better.” She assured back. “I hope you don’t mind if I come a few times?”
Mother and son fucked on. Joey mixed his rhythm up a bit, sometimes slow, sometimes in a frenzied, sometimes holding deep, often stabbing her deep, stabbing her relentlessly and repeatedly. His strength was fortified by his desire to fuck her longer and better than any man before him. His desire had brought her two orgasm since the one induced by oral. Her knees reciprocated with lustful enthusiasm keeping her heart, moaning banter and ass in the game. She would fuck her boy good. She liked to fuck.