As his helmet penetrated her cunt lips, their eyes immediately flew onto each other.
“Uggghhh!” John grunted as his robust cock, aided by Ashley’s hand, slid effortlessly into her taut, smoldering pussy.
The mother was literally at a loss for words or sound. All she could do was form with her mouth a large “O.” When the upper quarter of her son’s dick passed into her, she released her hold of it to let primal nature take over. The rest of his prick—seven inches of sleek and youthful masculinity—glided into her vagina. Her flowing lubrication encompassed and welcomed the entering male organ, providing it with the slick surface needed for a glorious screwing
With his manhood leading the way, John gently rested his body onto Ashley’s prone form. The hairs on his chest bristled against her sensitive nipples as her breasts gently flattened against his full descension. As his rod passed deeper and deeper into the maternal snatch, it felt to John like he was entering a deliciously wet, and warm valley. It was a valley which initially felt exquisitely tight, then quickly and deliriously adjusted itself to his incoming slab of beef. Once his burly balls careened against her ass, mother and son knew he was fully within her. It was at that point that she released her pent-up gratification.
“Aaahhhh! John, baby! You feel absolutely incredible!”
Fireworks were going off inside his head. He couldn’t get over that his entire schlong, from tip to root, was in the cunt he lusted after for so long.
“Oh, mom,” he asthmatically sounded, “you too! Your pussy feels wonderful!”
The sexual fog between parent and child was broken by Holly’s raspy directive.
“John, fuck your mother.”
On cue the blonde hunk, in a push-up stance, began to revolve his lean ass as he shoved his crotch downward. John was gradually and methodically fucking his sultry mother’s needy cunt. The randy cougar’s flaring hips rotated, commencing her overjoyed response to the delving phallus.
“Ah! Oh! Ahhh!” she groaned aloud.
“Uugghhh!”
Their lips reconnected. Initially it was a slightly hurried but sensual kiss. Then, as the humping steadily developed, the urgency of the kiss also grew. The tips of their tongues did their own kissing against each other, while the tongues themselves were rolling over each other like two eels. Muffled sounds of groaning within their mouths could be heard.
Within no time, Ashley’s son was flexing like a work-out machine, banging her at a steady clip. He delivered waves of precise, fulfilling jabs to her sweet, moist, receptive pussy. Every powerful thrust he meted out caused her spread, bent knees to shudder and fly backwards.
Lying on the chaise lounge, Holly resumed pleasuring herself to the incestuous copulating.
“So, Ashley,” the therapist inquired as she strummed her twat, “do you like that your son, John, is finally fucking you?”
In between moans, the ecstatic divorcee replied, “Oh, yes!”
The psychologist double-downed with “Do you like the way your son is fucking you?”
“Yes!” was the immediate and shrilled answer.