"Oh, does it, Mom! It's very pretty!"

"Oh, is it?" she purred, sliding her finger along her clit. "Is it really pretty?"

"Gosh, yes!" Frank grunted, his eyes glazed. "I like that hair and how wet it is and how it's so hot on me!"

"Hot on your cock, right?"

"Oh, boy, is it!"

Linda spread her cunt open for him, watching his face, smiling in a wanton way.

All she could remember was him jacking off, denying her the pleasure of having his hard-on. She remembered the years of sexual frustration as she grew, of how eager she was to get married. She remembered how her ex-husband had looked at her that first night, his disgust at her greedy appetites on his face. She remembered the torment of her years of marriage. She was not going to be denied her desires again.

She didn't say anything.

She jumped onto her son's bed, straddling his hips. While her son gasped in surprise, Linda rammed her juicy cunt down onto his cock hard and fast. As his prick penetrated her boiling cunt, her eyes closed and a soft cry came out of her throat. To her surprise, she began to come immediately.

Gasping with delight, she smashed the burning lips of her cunt against the roughness of her son's pants, her cunt clasping his cock with wild tremors of orgasm. Her clit exploded, throbbing hotly, and she clutched her tits as she sat upright, impaled on her son's cock. Her almost naked body shivered as she dug harshly into her tits, a soft scream boiling from her throat. Her orgasm was so swift, so hot and tight, she almost didn't enjoy it. Then, as fast as she came, it receded. Her cunt pulsated about his cock as Frank ripped his T-shirt as he hurried to peel it over his head, and it landed someplace on the floor.

"Mmmmm, much better," Linda purred as her eyes moved up and down her son's body. His cock strained out, aimed at her, jerking slightly. She moved toward him, cupping her tits and offering them to his face. "Want to suck these, honey?"