She stepped back, her legs touching the bed. She fell onto her back, pulling her son with her. His weight excited her as she held him on top of him. She could hear his gasping breath, but his hands had moved off her waist and were near her shoulders now. She could feel his cock pushing at her cunt, and she arched to him, rubbing up and down.

Becky opened her legs, drawing her knees upward, her skirt tight on her thighs. She locked her ankles around her son, and crushed him onto her body, shoving her cunt at his throbbing cock. Ted was breathing wildly, afraid to move.

But Becky was so far gone, there was no way she could stop now.

Feverishly, she pushed, a hand between their bodies, working at his belt buckle. She felt her son lift slightly, and she managed to get his pants open. She almost ripped his shorts in her hot haste to get his cock free. She made a soft cry of pleasure as she pulled his cock out of his pants, feeling the hard shaft with her hand. She pushed his prick downward, the swollen head brushing at the soaked crotch of her panties. When the head of her son's cock smashed at her inflamed clit. Becky gave a soft yelp and pressed back, a mild orgasm exploding inside her. Now she had to have his cock in her.

With a sobbing breath, she managed to yank the crotch of her panties to one side, her other hand now between them. She lifted her pussy… and gasped as his cock slithered past the wet, tight, hairy lips of her cunt.

"Oh, God!" she breathed, sliding her pussy onto her son's cock as if in slow motion. "Ohhhh, my God, Ted!"

Ted didn't reply. He had buried his face into his mother's sweatered tits, feeling slightly embarrassed about what was happening, but certainly not fighting against it.

With his cock buried completely inside her cunt, Becky's eyes opened wide, staring at the ceiling. She held her son tightly between her thighs, not moving. Her cunt gripped hard at the base of his cock, flexing around his hot hardness, her clit feeling smashed. Her hands darted to his ass, cupping the cheeks under his jeans. Her skirt was stretching tightly, but she didn't care if it ripped.