"Johnny, please…"

"Mom, I gotta do – oh, Mom, please!"

"God, yes!" Jennifer cried out. "Yes, baby, yes!"

She felt him dig his fingers into her hips, and his cock pulling back. She felt the head almost slide out of her cunt, and she held her breath, not wanting him to take it out now.

But Johnny only paused, looking down between the split of her ass to see his cock glistening with the wetness of his mother's cunt.

Then he pushed it back in, a little harder.

"Ohhhh!" Jennifer grunted, ramming her ass back at him as he thrust into her pussy. "Oooooooh, baby!"

She heard him breathing hard, and she wagged her ass to entice him. Johnny, overwhelmed by the wet heat of his mother's cunt gripping his cock, began to fuck in and out faster, fucking her deeply.

Jennifer squealed and cried out with each plunge of her son's cock into her cunt. She thought her pussy was on fire, actually blazing. His cock fucked into her pussy, feeling bigger than it actually was, spreading her open, filling her with it. She could feel the throbbing, the ridges and grooves with the highly sensitive lips of her cunt. Like her son, she was overwhelmed to find his cock up her cunt, fucking her. Her mind reeled, her passion intense. She humped her ass with him, grinding against him almost in a frenzy.

She no longer thought about where she was, about someone coming into the post office and seeing her with her son's cock ramming up her cunt frantically. The wily thing she was concerned about at this moment was the deeply satisfying thrust of his cock.

Each time her son rammed up her cunt, her sweatered tits swayed and bobbled, her nipples rubbing against the material, creating a greater inflammation in her pussy. The hot, wet friction of her son's cock was about to make her come soon, and the lips of her cunt were grabbing at his prick each time he pulled back, holding it tightly, her clit knotted ever so deliciously. His cock made wet, squishy sounds in her cunt.