"Ooooooh, Ted! Oh, baby!" she sobbed. "My God, that's… darling, it's wonderful!"

The soft, tight wetness clutching his cock had made Ted gasp. Now, he moved.

As he lifted his cock upward, Becky thought he was going to take it out.

"No!" she shouted, pulling down on his ass and lifting her cunt at the same time. "Don't, Ted!"

But Ted wasn't going to remove his cock. When his mother grabbed his ass tightly, he pushed back down.

"Ahhhhhh!" Becky moaned.

Then Ted began fucking his mother.

Becky worked her hips with him, lunging up and down, holding his jeans-clad ass with her feverish hands. She twisted and churned her ass, bouncing it up and down, meeting his strong thrusts. His jeans scraped the tender, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but she didn't want to shove his pants down. She was afraid he would stop, and she didn't want him to stop.

Squirming, she shoved her hands under his pants and shorts. The feel of his naked ass seared her palms, and she began to churn her hips, straining her pussy onto his stabbing cock. Her son's hot breaths seemed to sear through her light sweater and burn the flesh of her tits underneath.

"Ooohhh, Ted!" she moaned.

"Ahhhh, Mom!" he grunted.

CHAPTER TWO

Ted's cock seemed so big inside her cunt, but it was only the sensation of bigness.

Becky cried softly with each thrust of her son's prick into her cunt, her pussy so sensitive that she could actually feel his cock throb, feel the ridges sliding in and out. The friction was sensational, a feeling she had not felt in over five years. She feverishly fondled his humping ass, squeezing his asscheeks, spreading them, smashing them together. She thrashed her own ass about, grinding against his cock greedily. Her skirt had, somehow, slipped higher on her thighs, and it was now about her hips. She lurched her ass up and down, her cunt riding her son's hard cock with feverish ecstasy.