"You mean, fuck me?" Lisa's words were barely a whisper.

"You like to talk dirty, Mom?"

"Answer me, Johnny." Johnny lowered his eyes to his mother's tits.

Lisa lifted her shoulders, pushing her tits outward.

"Yes, Mom," he said, his voice lowering thickly.

"Oh, Johnny!" Lisa exclaimed, her fingers clenching. "Oh, baby."

"Does that mean we will? Mom, do you mean you'll let me?"

Lisa was breathing fast, feeling her tits swell, her cunt throb. Slowly, she jerked her head up and down. "Yes, Johnny."

"When?" he asked.

Lisa stood up, stretching her hand toward him. "Now?"

As her son stood up from the table, she saw his cock pushing at his pants, as hard nit had been earlier. With a throaty groan, she brushed her hand over it, then took his hand in hers.

They walked to her bedroom, then stood facing each other for a long moment, both of them shaking.

"Johnny!" Lisa sobbed.

She fell across her bed on her back. Feverish with desire, Lisa yanked her dress to her waist, her legs parting.

"Your panties, Mom!" Johnny moaned, staring between his mother's long legs at the crotchband of her panties.

"Hurry!" Lisa panted, hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties and yanking it aside, her cunt pulsating wetly. "Do it now, Johnny! Ohh, my God, baby! Fuck me now! Fuck mother right now!"

Staring at his mother's cunt, Johnny jerked at his pants, scooting them to his knees, his cock lurching upward with hardness.

They stared at each other, Johnny at his mother's cunt, seeing the wet pink slit framed by silky dark hair, and Lisa at his young balls and jerking cock.

She thrust her ass off the edge of the bed. "Hurry! Fuck mother, Johnny! Please, oh please hurry and fuck me!"

Johnny moved between his mother's spread thighs. He pushed the head of his cock to her cunt.