"Oh my baby!" Angela whimpered. "Oh my sweet, sweet baby son! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck your mother! Oh, God, I want to fuck my own son!"

It was a hot night in late summer. Angela sprawled naked on her bed, her long, tapering legs spread wide apart, her enormous tits quivering as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her pretty face was red with shame as she jacked off, as she eagerly humped her round, full ass-globes off the bed.

She was in her late thirties now, and, she'd thought she'd known all the depraved desires she was capable of. But since her late husband's death, she'd discovered another one: the unspeakable sin of incest, the wanton urge to fuck with her own sons.

Angela had two children, Jimmy, the older of the two, and then Ricky. Ricky was away now, visiting Angela's kid sister, Lori, across the state. Lori had just gotten divorced, and Angela had generously offered to let her kid sister move in with her. Ricky was staying with Lori to help her pack.

Angela had offered the loan of one of her sons in complete innocence; she probably never would have made it at all if she'd guessed how incredibly, uncontrollably horny it would make her feel to be all alone in the house with Jimmy, her oldest son. Jimmy was such a fine, handsome young man now, almost full-grown. He was tall, with a lean, muscular body and, if the bulge in his crotch meant anything, the promise of an absolutely enormous prick.

Angela had found herself thinking of Jimmy's crotch more and more; wondering what his naked cock looked like, how long and fat it might grow if she helped him make it stiff.

And she knew that Jimmy was at least slightly interested in her as well. It would have been hard for him not to be, in the light of the incredible voluptuousness of Angela's body.