“…Please Donny…why am I doing this…why…I’m a disgusting, greedy, awful mother..,” she lamented. Donny felt a pang in his heart, but when he reached forward to comfort her as she leant with her arms against the changeroom wall, one of her legs slipped abruptly to the side. The cheeks of her butt wobbled in response. A moment passed and her other leg shifted out slightly in the opposite direction.
Shit. She’s collapsing!, worried Donny naively.
Vicky’s chin dropped to her chest and her butt seemed to arch up ever so slightly. Donny noticed the heel’s of his mother’s feet were elevated from the floor and that she seemed to be bracing herself against the wall now, rather than collapsing against it as he previously assumed.
As Donny glanced down — perplexed by his mother’s posture — he watched her dumpy backside sway like jello back and forth, as though there was something aching or itching away inside her.
“Please don’t Donny…you really shouldn’t do what you’re thinking… I can feel you looking at my body… am I really beautiful, baby?” she whimpered as her voluptuous frame continued to dance before her son’s cock.
“Y-yes mom…you’re fucking…incredible..,” responded Danny as he inched closer and gently grasped his mother’s waist. Her arse brushed back and forth, toying with his throbbing cock.
“What are you doing back there honey? I know what you’re thinking… what is wrong with you?” she said in a judging tone as her son’s penis tip tapped intrusively up against her underbelly. She could feel her son getting himself into position, and so she welcomed him by floating her hips so as to brush her moist labia against the top of his shameless young cock.
“You’re a terrible son for doing this to your mother…I’ll never forgive you,” moaned Vicky as she began prodding the tip of her son’s dick with her moist opening of her passage, her body letting Donny that it was hurting to be taken.
“Mom…” uttered Donny as he eased his full length up and inside his mother’s canal. What the fuck are you doing? Fuck, fuck, fuck…you fucking idiot!, panicked Donny. Vicky gasped and choked as she writhed in submission against the flimsy wall, coming to fully appreciate the full extent of her son’s blossoming manhood. He paused for a moment as his mind wandered, fancying that he might suspend his mother in the air from his cock, harpooned like some hapless creature.
“You…fucking…mother…fucker,” she stammered, gasping for air as she felt her son’s thrusts grow in intensity, plunging back and forth up to his balls. She indulged in his youthful ferocity. She had forgotten the vigor — and desperation with which young men fuck.
“You’ve made your mother a son-fucking slut…you did this to me..but… I…I wanted you to make me your slut,” she moaned angrily, spurring Donny into a frenzy.
“Ugh…does that feel good mom?…does my cock feel good inside you?” the youth demonstrating his willingness to participate in the talk. Growing more adventurous, he slid his grip up to clasp his mother’s billowing breasts, which toppled around in all directions. During his next thrust, he eased in slowly, then pulled his mother by the tits firmly into his body, bringing his mouth to rest by her ear.