He gazed upward at her, flabbergasted at the moistness and snugness of her torrid, MILFy pussy. His eyes couldn’t get over how amazing his mom looked naked and ready, wanting to fuck.
The two were breathing like 1st and 2nd place winners at the Kentucky Derby. Their breathing, in fact, became the only sound in the room. Their bodies were getting used to this union, as were their minds. Despite the fathoms of mental lust, Richie and Mag both realized, deep down, they had a crossed a societal line. It was a realization, though, which would be dealt with later. Mother and son were so out of their gourds with pure, primal lust they just wanted to get it on.
The studly Adonis began spearing her. Initially it was a slow then steady pace of northerly shoves. Then it got good to him. The spasming, gooey, lush feel of the forbidden pussy—growing hotter and wetter—had a vice-like grip on him. He grabbed her opulent hips and went to town. Moving like a turbine, Richie was now delivering rolling waves of his meaty goodness up into Mag’s pink groove.
“Uuggggghhhhh!” moaned the buxom beauty as her son’s erection careened over and over against the inner sanctum of her womanhood.
His rapid-fire jolts caused her foxy, convulsing body to be pushed up and her head tossed back. Mag was being delivered into erotic elation, and Richie was the delivery man.
“You like that, mom? Hmmm? You like having your son fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?” he lecherously asked.
Initially all that would come out of her mouth was a stream of “Oh’s” and “Ah’s.” She couldn’t annunciate anything except moans. The ecstasy his jackhammering was giving her soaking, insatiable cunt was massive. But soon the answer was stated.
“Yes! Yes! I love my son fucking me like there’s no tomorrow! Oh, yes!”
For the next several minutes the screwing was off the charts, feral, and more for an Animal Planet episode on mating in the wild. Sweat was flying off of both lovers and their bodies were contorting up and down tempestuously. The two just couldn’t get enough of one another.
Eventually, both bodies had to slow down for a breather. Their movements for the next few minutes were languid. As the mental fog of sex also lessened, Mag wondered.
“In your dream, you said you would take care of me. Did you really mean that?” Mag temptingly quizzed.
Richie took hold of her hips while continuing to meet her gaze. He paused…and then rammed his stiffness mightily, quickly up—high up—into her pussy.
The sudden, unexpected, and upward thrust sent the goddess’ head back. She screamed.
“Arrrgggghhh!”
“Yeah, mom. I meant it!”
The son held apart her butt cheeks and began to wildly fuck his mother. His northerly jabs were profound and quick, tapping at the moist and delirious cunt in a heated flurry, his hips rolling like a whirlwind.
Mag sounded as if she had a speech impediment. “Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah!”
Richie was steadily increasing the tempo of his shoves, mesmerized by the all-over-the-place bouncing of Mag’s tits. He leered at the puffy nipples, licking his lips. He reached up and took hold of her melons, squeezing them. He always knew his mom was stacked. It was just plain obvious. But now he was actually seeing and feeling her breasts.