But Angela felt horribly guilty when she awakened the next morning next to her sleeping son. Jimmy had fucked her almost nonstop until four in the morning, and her pussy felt raw from so much humping. It was the best, most satisfying fucking she'd ever enjoyed in her life, but it was still incest, and Angela felt as if she'd succumbed to her passion for her child in a regrettably weak moment.

She pulled the sheets down, looking at her son's naked body as he slept. His soft, huge cock lay limp across his thigh, still sticky with pussy-juice. Angela felt an intense desire to suck his tasty-looking fuckrod, but she resisted it. Never again, she told herself. She could never again fuck her own flesh and blood.

Angela rose from the bed, her enormous tits quivering heavily as she slid into a short terry robe. She tied the sash around her waist and went into the kitchen. It was as she was putting bread into the toaster that she heard Jimmy's footsteps behind her.

"Hi, Mom."

His voice was lewd. Angela stiffened as he slid his hands around her waist, pulling open the halves of the robe to fondle her huge, naked tits. She turned toward him, assuming as stern an expression as she could. Jimmy was still naked, and his cock was already as hard as iron. He grinned at her as he cupped her enormous tits, rolling and kneading the spongy globes under his palms.

"Jimmy, I… I have to talk to you."

"How's my Momma's sweet pussy this morning?" Jimmy asked. "Hey, let's skip breakfast, okay? Let's go back to the bedroom and just fuck instead."