Rich gasped.

"Ritchy…" Roxie ran her palm along the length of his cock.

"Oh, Ritchy!"

Feverishly, Roxie ripped at her son's pants, getting them open. Rich pushed his ass to the edge of the couch, eager and willing. Pulling his cock from his fly, Roxie began to pant as she closed her fist about it. She jerked and pushed, pumping vigorously, the hardness and heat searing her palm. She stroked his cock vigorously, mewling with uncontrolled pleasure, watching the head swell and bulge in her fist.

"Ritchy!" she gasped.

Jerking her hand off his cock, she jumped to her feet. As her son watched in pleased fascination, Roxie yanked her skirt to her waist, tearing and ripping at her flimsy panties. As they slid down her legs, she almost jumped astride her son, spreading her knees over his hips.

With a wildness that was almost frightening, she grasped her son's cock at the base and stuffed the swollen head into her cunt swiftly. With a low moan, she sank onto it, feeling her cunt spread about the thickness. Throwing her head back, gripping his shoulders tightly, Roxie began to bounce up and down, fucking her son.

"Oooooh, yes, yes!" she cried.

Rich grabbed her waist, squeezing, as he strained his cock up to her burning cunt. His eyes were glowing, mouth gaping. The wet heat of his mother's cunt closing about his cock was making him tremble and gasp.

Roxie jerked up and down, the friction of her son's cock becoming more intense and satisfying than her fingers. Her cunt felt so deliciously full, so tightly crammed. She cooed, jerking her ass back and forth, then bouncing on his cock again.

Liquid sounds came from between her legs as she humped, her head tossing about frantically. Her tits jiggled. She was aware that her son was pushing his cock up into her cunt, that she was gyrating her ass lewdly, that she was about to come, and that she was fucking her son, yet it seemed like a dream, unreal.