The strapping lover was bulldozing his hard, hefty cock inside Ashley’s succulent pussy over and over again. She was completely enthralled with the quality and quantity of John’s thrusts. Lasciviously she tightened her cunt around his pistoning cock, squeezing it for all its carnal worth. Wildly, she thrashed her head on the bed from side to side.
“Ohhhhh, Johnny! Johnny! Fuck meeeeeeee!” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop fucking your mommy!”
He, after a few more shoves, responded by pushing her longs legs up, exposing Ashley’s glistening twat, and pulled out his tool, with a semi-loud “plop.” His elongated prick, coated in her glazed honey, jumped about proudly.
Holly’s keen eyes caught this. She ceaselessly licked her lips at the sight of the shiny and firm dick, wishing it was plowing away at her own hungry muff. Her hand, rubbing herself in a circular motion, now concentrated on her electric clit, preparing for her next orgasm.
Ashley immediately threw her head up and glared up at John. It was a mixture of shock, hurt, anger, and unfulfilled passion. She saw a devilish grin on her son’s handsome face.
“Oh, that’s right,” he said and with a forceful shove, slammed his hardness right back into her starving gap.
“Ugghhhh!” she howled.
“You didn’t want me to stop fucking you—ever!”
John, with new-found vigor and a conquering rush, began to pump Ashley tempestuously. His hips were a blur as he loved-tap Ashley’s womanhood with unrelenting force, speed, and sexual fury. She threw her head back in shameless glee.
“Who’s your man, now?” he asked heatedly.
The writhing beauty at first couldn’t answer. The power of his downstrokes and her upstrokes had her literally bouncing off the mattress. When she tried to reply, she initially sounded like she had a stuttering problem. Finally she was able to annunciate.
“You, baby! You!”
“Who owns your sweet, hot MILF body?”
“You do!”
His final teasing inquiry was “Who am I to you?”
Normally Ashley would have gotten pissed at the line questioning. But her mind was so flame-broiled with lust, she would have identified herself as a Martian if meant keeping getting this superb and monumental lay. Yet, even in her libertine delirium, she realized she was verbally committing herself to her son as he literally was planting his staff in her. She willingly and sincerely answered.
“You are my son, John. I am yours!”
Conquest complete, the son mentally declared.
“That’s right, my dear sexy mother, Ashley. You are mine!” he mightily claimed.
He rewarded her by slowing down his motions, screwed briefly at a somber pace, and then without warning began to pulverize her cunt once again.
The divorcee’s head flew forwarded at the sudden change in tempo. Her eyes were big as saucers and her mouth was wide open, yet she could not speak. She could only gasp. She was met by his cocky smile and a knowing look. He pressed his lips to hers, pushing her head back onto the mattress. She enveloped her arms around his neck and pulled his upper body into hers.