The parent’s vision was now exclusively on her son’s lap as he was now slowly masturbating. She licked her lips again, viewing how his hand greased the pre-cum all over his majestic staff and then bawdily, leisurely fisted it.
Never had she experienced such a high degree of visual stimulation. Her nipples were so excited they hurt. Her flowing ambrosia basted her inner thighs and pubic region. Her moist pussy lips swelled with unadulterated, nasty longing.
“Uh ah,” she agreed with a purr. “This is all stress.”
Mag, with a knowing grin, provocatively glared at her boy. She placed one knee on the bed, and swung the other one over him. Her perverted mind had already made the decision. The in-heat mother was going to mount her son.
Richie stopped playing with himself. He was greatly astonished at seeing his mother sit astride him.
“Yes, my angel,” she continued with her feeble and hedonistic explanation, “Stress is a powerful thing.”
Mag, panting like a marathon runner, straddled Richie. Her heart was beating like a heavy metal drummer as she squatted over his groin. She raised her skirt, and grasped his hard, virile and magnificent cock. She could feel its heat, throbbing with forbidden desire.
Richie was beside himself. His amorous mother had just taken hold of his solidified dick. His mouth was a perfect “O” as the incestuous element of this whole scene had no bearing on the handsome son whatsoever. In his erotically-charged state, he actually felt honored that his dazzling, sexually-neglected mom needed and wanted him to fuck her.
She aimed the rotund, penile top at her hot, needy hole, then lowered herself onto it.
“Aaaaagghhh!” she moaned loudly.
The greasiness of the mother’s pussy lips made the forbidden penetration easy. As the spongy cock-head parted the pink petals and slipped between them, it ventured further into the heated slit. Mag’s eyes rolled back into her head. The sensation for the buxom blonde was nothing short of exquisite.
“Uggghhhh!” she wailed.
“Ohhhh, fuck, Mom! You’re soooo tight!”
“Yeah I know, baby! Aaahhh! Your father hadn’t touched me in over a year. Ohhhh, shit, Richie! Your cock feeeeeels so damned good!!
As the beauty impaled her starving cunt onto his eager, overjoyed dick, the son felt like his manhood was being encased in a stretched, delectable, buttery covering. He watched with popped-open eyes as his solidified member seemed to be beamed up into her molten sexual core. He was plainly speechless. His keen, strong erection was gaining access to the one pussy that he was never supposed to have access to. It was the ultimate in recycling!
Mag’s sugar walls quivered insanely, welcoming the lean slab of beef as it rose deeper into her searing cavern. It was as though the insides of her vagina were pulling him inward and enveloping around his cock, treating it like a conquering hero and literally showering it with its pearly ambrosia. Mag tossed her head back and then around, relishing in this superlative tool filing her up.
Almost in a celebration, the two let out deep, guttural moans in unison. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with lustful needed. She bit her lower lip as her once deprived cunt was now filled completely by the winning combo of youthful length and girth.